close familiarity or friendship; closeness.
“the intimacy between a husband and wife”
synonyms: closeness, togetherness, affinity, rapport, attachment, familiarity, friendliness, friendship, amity, affection, warmth, confidence
a private cozy atmosphere.
“the room had a peaceful sense of intimacy about it”
an intimate act, esp. sexual intercourse.
synonyms: sexual relations, (sexual) intercourse, sex, lovemaking;
an intimate remark.
plural noun: intimacies
“here she was sitting swapping intimacies with a stranger”
closeness of observation or knowledge of a subject.
“he acquired an intimacy with Swahili literature”
I’ve been thinking about intimacy quite a bit lately. People often ask me, what’s the most outrageous thing my phone sex callers ask me for? I know the answers they want to hear. They want to know the dark, depraved, unfathomable; they want the aural equivalent of torture porn. And yes, sure, I could regale them with endless stories of extreme fetishes and perverse fantasies, but I don’t think those are the craziest phone sex topics.
More and more, it seems like men call me looking for some kind of intimacy. Now don’t get me wrong, I do a plethora of calls of all different types. But I find specific fetishes often wax and wane in popularity, often depending on social trends. Recently there has been a noticeable uptick in callers seeking…More. Maybe it’s because I exist beyond the pages of a phone sex website, yet there is still a sense of anonymity/safety in speaking with me.
Men seeking phone sex intimacy are so hungry for it. After all, they’re not supposed to want or need love, right? I can hear the tentative hesitation in their voices, contrasting with the quivering, undeniable need. Just to have someone’s complete attention and gentle affection for a few moments seems nearly impossible nowadays, and I’m always so surprised to hear the gratitude in my callers’ voices when I give it. What’s difficult for me to describe is what I get out of it, what I take from our interactions.
See, I’ve always been service-oriented. I truly take pleasure from knowing I’ve made someone’s life better or put a smile on their face. And what some men need more than any particular sex act, is knowing that someone cares about them, feeling that another human being loves them. It’s why I love talking to you about your day, your work, even your family- all the things that comprise your life. Hearing about the little things, the small moments…Sharing a laugh, then a kiss…Basking in the afterglow…
Intimacy. It’s fucking sexy.
I’ve been having this recurring fantasy lately. See, I’ve always been the kind of woman who appreciates foreplay when my partner makes the effort but am usually begging for cock pretty quickly. I’d rather just get to the fucking already, you know? *laughs* But recently, I’ve really enjoyed the…manual arts. Being played with. I’m wondering if any of my current lovers, phone sex or physical, would indulge this new craving.
I’m picturing us in a bar or restaurant, somewhere dark and sexy, the perfect blend of not-too-crowded and not-too-quiet. The kind of place that fosters loaded eye contact and palpable lust. I excuse myself to the bathroom and return with my panties removed and clutched in a ball in my fist. Leaning in close, I whisper that I have a present for you, pressing the still warm wisp of lace into your open palm. I nod acquiescence at the question in your raised eyebrow.
I love the tease of just one finger slipping inside while our eyes are locked, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter with your deliberate motions. You know the exact angles and depths of my multiple buttons, and you take your time making sure I’m aware of your expertise. There’s something incredibly hot to me about the idea that we can be having this intense experience together but nobody around us even knows it’s happening.
You slip another finger inside and I bite my lip, staring at you while you bring me over the peak, trying desperately not to shudder so visibly that anyone catches on. I blush when you spend an extra few seconds undulating your palm against my clit, drawing out the orgasm, gathering more of my juices. I can’t decide what happens next, so maybe you can help me…
Do you lift those soaking fingers up to your own mouth to taste me, or do you press them against my lips, making me swallow my own wantonness? Call me for some deliciously erotic public phone sex, and tell me where we go from here.
I throw the term “independent phone sex operator” around a lot, even though yes, BCB is a business I run. But the ladies who work with me- with me, not for me- are independent contractors. We all make our own schedules, work as little or as much as we want, and have real lives to live. Which is why you may have noticed a distinct lack of blogs and available phone sex girls this summer. Changes are afoot…
I’ve spent the last two years touring my one-woman show, Threads, on the fringe festival circuit. When I travel, I depend on the kindness of strangers for lodging. The festivals find us traveling performers volunteer hosts (billets), and not having to pay for accommodations is often the deciding factor that makes touring financially feasible for independent artists. I’ve been very lucky and had wonderful billets for the most part, but out of respect for my hosts, I often cannot take calls while on the road. Unless I have adequate privacy, I simply refuse to compromise my clients’ experience by not being 100% comfortable and at ease on the phone.
So that’s why I haven’t been easy to reach, but it doesn’t exactly explain why sometimes there are no BCB babes to satisfy your erotic telephone cravings. Bear with me. After nearly a decade of running Bay City Blues, I find I no longer wish to spend so much time on managerial and administrative duties. Writing and performing is my creative focus now, and will be for the foreseeable future. This means I am not actively seeking out new operators anymore. BCB exists for those of us who wish to keep providing the best, most authentic phone sex to our callers. If unique personalities find me and prove themselves to be self-starters, you will see new faces on the website. But I’m happy with keeping us small and exclusive indefinitely.
I hope this will not discourage you from keeping BCB amongst your preferred phone sex providers, even if we cannot always be available for you. I know our operators are not everything to everyone, but rather very skilled, sex-positive and kink-aware professionals. I still love phone sex and am very grateful for my clients, so don’t worry about me disappearing for good or anything like that. I just wanted to answer the questions many of you have sent my way recently. Thank you for supporting Bay City Blues, our amazing phone sex girls, and my artistic endeavors. I’ll be home from tour at the end of September and don’t have any major trips planned for the rest of the year. I look forward to some sizzling phone sex calls with you delightful darlings when I return!
Don’t you wish you were a fly on the wall when two women are fighting over you? If you didn’t actually have to be involved, but could hear the things they say to each other just to let the other one know what they do that turns you on more than the other. I recently have been getting really turned on by JEALOUSY PHONE SEX. That rush of telling another woman exactly why you’re the man that I want and why I’m better for you than she is.
You’re on the line when you hear her answer the phone. She is mystified as to why I am calling her and who I am. Then I tell her why I’m calling. You and I have been seeing each other. We make love, we fuck, we talk, we share. You have been taking me out to wonderful dinners, buying me perfume and jewelry, sending me flowers, and we have been talking about how you need to leave her and be with me. Listen in as we tell each other about the size of your cock filling us, the wonderful way you use your tongue on our most intimate places, and how your body feels as it rubs against our skin.
We may get volatile to each other. The names begin to fly. Normally, you would try to break us up and stop this kind of interaction, but we don’t know your there and secretly, it turns you on to have two women fighting over you. You secretly love how it feels when we both want you so badly and you get to hear how you pleasure us. How badly we want you. How badly we need you. What we would do to keep you to ourselves.
JEALOUSY PHONE SEX can take place with just me or it’s even more fun to have a TWO GIRL PHONE SEX call and let us just go at each other. Call 1-866-832SEXY. BAY CITY BLUES BABES are here for your PHONE SEX needs.
I just adore Sunday mornings. The house is quiet. There is nothing that has to be done. No need to rush around. In fact between 6am and 11am EST on Sunday, its as if I live in a completely different place. Its a great time for sexy day dreams and the chance to masturbate privately. Typically my days are so busy that the only time I get to lose myself in a fantasy is when one of my clients asks for a story. On Sunday morning, its different. The time can be for just me. Well, for me and for you, if you call me then.
The fantasy call I shared last night was intense. It was based rather loosely on something that had actually happened to me; a coffee date that got way out of control. Telling the story to my client allowed me to see the event from a completely different perspective. Instead of reliving what I was feeling at the time, I saw it from the point of view of the guy I was with; saw how the rest of the night evolved from a single kiss. How that one moment when I allowed myself to surrender to the kiss made him want to push to see what else he could convince me to give.
Finding the details to bring the story to life for you and then hearing your response to my words makes the scene real to me. Real enough in fact, that if it wasn’t my fantasy to start with, it becomes mine by the end of the call.
So now that its Sunday, I have time alone to run through the details in my mind, to turn his phone sex fantasy into my personal fantasy.
Would you to be the reason for my Sunday morning orgasm? Do you want to know that your fantasy became mine too? Would it get you hard to know that I am getting off right now thinking about what we talked about long after the call is over?
Be my Sunday morning phone sex fantasy.
Call me for some mutual masturbation phone sex.
So, I celebrated a birthday recently, and I used some of my gift money to buy myself something I really wanted: A new vibrator. Now, I’ve been pretty firmly (and exclusively, I’ll add) in camp Hitachi for the last few years. I love the damn thing. I can get myself off so hard and so fast with that thing it’s almost ridiculous. But sometimes it’s just a little too…oh…utilitarian for my taste. Sometimes I don’t want a 30-second orgasm. Sometimes I want an orgasm that is a big, delicious production, one that takes a good amount of time to complete.
Suffice to say that I was more than just a little excited when this little gem finally arrived. He’s the fancied up version of a vibrator that I had in college that I don’t think I ever really got over. I give you the Fun Factory Paulina Vibe.
So naturally I was all excited and antsy to test drive my new toy. For the first time in like…oh, who knows how long I admit I got a little romantical with myself. I laid out on the bed and ran my hands over my body, trying not to feel too cheesy about the whole thing. I had tried reading the instructions on the vibe earlier but they were written in Ikea. Too many diagrams to be actually useful. So I decided to just go for it and see what happened. I started it on low and ran it over my already wet pussy.
It felt so good I’m sure I gasped as I kept on it. The little bumps and ridges felt amazing as I bucked my hips up and down the vibes bobbled surface. I teased myself with it, trying to really get as much as I could out of it before I even dared to slip it inside my pussy. And when I did I noted how rarely I do that, actually fuck myself when I’m masturbating. Like I said earlier, I’m usually a quick-and-dirty, hands-and-hitachi kind of girl.
Apparently I’d been selling myself short. You should call me for another round and see what happens.
One of my favorite things to do during our PHONE SEX call is to INSTRUCT you on how to MASTURBATE for me. I love to hear the sound of your hand sliding up and down that thickening shaft. Pre-cum dripping off the tip provides a delicious lubricant as well. The tightening of the skin around your balls as you grow hornier…Mmmmmm.
MASTURBATING during our PHONE SEX call is something we can do together. Two of my fingers slide easily down inside my purple satin panties. My fingers spread slightly as they glide between the moistened lips. I pinch my fingers together, slightly pinching my throbbing clit. Your breathing has changed and becomes rapid. Your voice shakes slightly from the force in which your hand is pumping that beautiful cock that has become overwhelmingly sensitive. Your hips are rising as you hear the moans that escape me. You telling me how to touch my pussy, me telling you how to stroke your cock.
MUTUAL MASTURBATION PHONE SEX can be fun for both of us. We can instruct each other. Tell the other what to touch, how to touch, and ask how it feels. I want to know how it feels when you touch that sensitive skin beneath the hood of your cock, you want to know if my pussy is tight and the level of wetness already created.
We can take if farther than just using our hands. I would love to drop down on my knees and see your beautiful cock at eye level, just before your hands surround the back of my head and force yourself deep against the back of my throat. The sounds of gagging and chocking. The slurping and sucking and shortened breaths turn you on even more. The feeling of you forcing yourself on me makes me wetter. I want to cum…and so do you.
When our MUTUAL MASTURBATION PHONE SEX call gets to be too hot for either of us to handle, we help each other reach that point of no return. The heat in our bodies rise, the heart rate increases, and we both begin to shake as the orgasms take over our bodies. I scream out your name. You growl and moan. And we CUM.
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I find that when I am in most social situations, the thoughts that run through my mind are not the usual kind. Take this situation for instance, I walked in to a house party of a good friends and saw a few drunken 20 something boys play fighting and wrestling most of them were in tight-fitting cyclist gear.
Most girls would scoff at this find something more interesting to amuse themselves with.
Not I, says the Domme at the vanilla house party…I stayed and watched.
I wanted to see who was the the most tipsy and who was enjoying themselves a little too much…I can spot them from a mile away, the Boys that use this seemingly innocent ‘rough housing’ as a way to fulfill a sexual longing for their close friends.
This is a situation that I am always willing to take advantage of.
Like I said, I watch and wait. I set eyes on the ones I wanted have ‘perform’ for me. The next part was terribly easy, it almost wasn’t fair. I offered the two friends, anything of their choosing from what I call my ‘Alice Box,’ although before we could partake we obviously had to seclude ourselves.
We searched and found a large seemingly empty bedroom that contained nothing but a mattress. They chose their party favors from my Alice Box and all of a sudden they’re feeling warm and fuzzy while I, completely sober began to talk to them about how watching them wrestle in the yard made pleased me immensely and how I quieted us away so I could witness a private encore.
This was received well and with no hesitation. One picked up the other and tossed him onto the mattress. I requested that they remove their shirts and the both did so with great haste. After watching them continue to caress/wrestle I told them “I want a winner. I want to see someone submit.”
When I said this one got a head up on the other and got him into a hold he couldn’t escape. He had him pinned and I realized they they were both visibly aroused. I asked them to kiss for me and after only a moment of hesitation they began to kiss each other deeply. Then all at once a kiss turned into a full on make out session and within moments they both had their cocks out and were feverishly jacking off while kissing, licking and even biting each other- supposedly all for my amusement.
I was thoroughly pleased with both of them after they came on each other as per my request, got dressed and went back out into the party.
I absolutely love having guys go to any length to please Me. Not thinking twice about obeying My every word. Trusting Me completely…There truly is nothing better. Looking for some adventurous bisexual phone sex role play with a demanding mistress?
Then you may have met your match.
My new hours of availability are:
Most Mondays-Wensdays-Thuradays-Fridays-Sundays from 12am-8am or later
Most Tuesdays and Saturdays -all day give or take few hours.
Feel free to drop me an email or hit me up on yahoo/Aim/GoogleTalk to discuss specifics, Schedule a call or to just to say hello.
Mistress Mercy West
You know it’s going to be a good date when a guy shows up with power tools. And I don’t mean ‘power tools’ as a euphemism for vibrators or other sexy hardware.
In this case I’m talking about a legitimate 18v cordless reciprocating saw with a twist: a unique little attachment that allows one to attach a vac-u-loc dildo to the end. Some of you already know. That’s right, I’m talking about the timeless fucking machine for the home improvement set, the FuckSaw!
Fast forward through a little consensual BDSM play and a lot of rope and we get to the point in the evening where I am tied, hands behind my back and legs held open and fastened down to the bed. I am almost painfully aware of how vulnerable my body is, and as much as I want him to put that crazy thing inside of me, I am a little afraid of it too. It doesn’t help (or does it?) that he gets this sinister gleam in his eye when he brandishes the tool and takes in the scene.
I’m sure he whispered something dirty to me at that point, but I don’t remember what it was. All I remember is the way the rounded tip of the dildo felt as it pushed inside me, the man on the other end probing my pussy as if to calibrate the depth of the thrust. Or just build in anticipation. When would he turn the thing on?
He teased me with it for a long time, fast, slow, deep, shallow, all the way on through to the point where I had squirted myself dry (I was still having those kinds of orgasms, but nothing came out!) and begging him to stop.
Which, of course, he didn’t.
And then I came some more.
Wanna hear more? Call me and get all the juicy details!
I don’t know why His voice has this effect on me, but the second I realize it’s Him calling, my pulse quickens. The flush spreads across my face, settling like a scarf around my collarbone and cleavage. There is a lump in my throat, but it isn’t from any emotion like sadness. It is the physical manifestation of my desire to please Him, a literal catch in my throat because I am, uncharacteristically, speechless. I don’t know what to say, because from this point forward every thing I do and say will be determined by Him.
I know this predictable, involuntary reaction of mine is why He chose me as His phone sex submissive. Indeed, He delights in reminding me that He can tell how close I am to coming by the way my breath sounds. (And the bastard can, I kid you not.) He makes me get on all fours, furiously rubbing my own cunt while He describes in excruciating detail what my ass must look like, thrust into the air and wiggling shamelessly.
“You know what I would do to that ass if I were there with you, don’t you?”
The fucking billion-dollar question. Oh yes, I know. I can picture it. I am instantly transported into the fantasy. He lifts His arm, letting it fall hard and fast against my bottom until my cheeks are pink and tender. The stinging slaps jiggle my ass and send vibrations ricocheting through my pussy. I begin to gush. He cups me from behind, gathering my wetness into His palm. Obscenely slick, wet sounds inform me He is slathering my juices all over His cock. I feel Him position Himself behind me. Fingers dig roughly into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, thumbs pressing against the sensitive flesh just beyond the pucker of my sphincter. My own moans sound alien to me.
“Is this what you want? My hard cock in your ass? You dirty, dirty girl.”
I feel the tip of Him push inside and my body fights the sensation for a moment before surrendering. The pain lasts a few tantalizing strokes, and then I cannot pretend I don’t want this. My orgasm builds quickly, and the eruption sends me into convulsions and sobs of relief.
“Yes, that’s right. Such a good girl…”
If you want to hear for yourself how hard I come for a Dominant man, call and make me your phone sex submissive today.