Day turns to a sultry, mist-filled night. You watch as I see you, a silhouette of a man. The mist obscures your face, shadows your intentions. My sense of safety has faded with the light, making the unknown more scary than reality. You know the moment I hear the footsteps soft behind me, following me. You see it in my nervous glance over my hsoulder, as I move quickly down the street towards brighter lights.
My high heels click briskly against the pavement. The rhythm quickening slightly as I make an effort to put distance between myself and my fear. You are completely focused on the sound, a hunter following his prey. You know exactly where to go. You’ve followed me home before, many times. This time is different. This time you want to do more than trail after me.
You’ve sent me notes, given me flowers. I never pay attention. You’ve given so much. Now its time to take…
Stalking fantasies can be very erotic. From the moment you first discover the object of your evolving obsession. Whatever it is that attracts your attention: her beautiful smile, her low sexy laugh. It makes you want more. First you just want to know everything about her. Then you need her to notice you, to choose you. She needs to belong to you and you alone.
Call me for a stalking phone sex fantasy. I promise you won’t be disappointed!
There are so many toys and brands that I have grown to love over the years but in all honesty – This one (The Feeldoe) takes the cock…er I mean cake!
I won’t go on a rambling review but I do want to say a few things:
1. Do not use this toy with someone you are not serious about. It feels way too fucking good! It’s guaranteed to fuck up any, ” I’ll never see them again…that was a nice ,one time thing” plans you may have had. This thing is addictive. More so than any other toy I have owned. (Sissys seem to be especially attracted to it for some reason)
2. As much as I love traditional strap-ons and am aware that nothing beats a sturdy leather cock harness, I believe this toy offers you an entirely different experience. I absolutely love the feeling of closeness it gives my partner and I. As an added plus it also has a removable vibrating bullet. The bullet makes the whole toy shiver violently and it feels lovely. Another appeling aspect is that you can feel every tug and jerk you partner makes, you feel it every time they tense up , relax a little too much etc….So fucking sexy.
3. More men need to know what it’s like to “receive”. I have been with too many guys that seem almost careless in their use of ,what most of them consider, their most valuable asset. Taking is pleasurable and all but it can also come along with some discomfort and irritation , regardless of shape , size or method. I have come to find out that alot of guys cant even grasp this concept and continue to plow on , leaving reams of unsatisfied women ( and men ) in their wake…
So Are You Ready? Ready to show me that you can handle it , that your worthy of being entered by me? Or do you need a little coaching? Is it really your first time with a strap on? First I’ll teach you how to suck cock like a good boy and then…well , you get the picture…
I’ll help you understand what its like to truly accept another human being inside of you. How it feels to give yourself over entirely to pleasure and lose yourself completely in someone else.
Trying to decide how to start your day off?
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I’ve often struggled over the years with the moral and ethical implications of financial domination phone sex. (Click that link for a detailed blog post about the subject.) It’s important to me to feel good about the services I provide to my clients, and for a long time FiDo was just kind of distasteful to me. The self-proclaimed Financial Dommes I encountered came off as entitled, spoiled bitches, and I didn’t understand why anyone would want to throw money at someone I myself would have no respect for.
I’m somewhat ashamed to say that judgment colored my opinions about financial domination for a long time. However, the past few years have brought me a number of FiDo phone sex callers who have profoundly changed my ideas about the fetish. You see, it isn’t about the other phone sex findommes; it’s about me and how I choose to conduct myself and my business. It’s about being the kind of person and artist that a financial submissive can feel good about serving. You may feel that you are throwing money away and get off on that, but I don’t have to feel that way. I appreciate every dollar I have, and I don’t waste money frivolously. But of course that’s a matter of opinion, as I tend to spend on experiences rather than on possessions. I work hard at play and play hard at work, and I appreciate having the financial freedom to pursue my creative endeavors as well.
If you stumbled across this blog post while searching for a financial domination provider, you already know that I am different from the majority of spoiled brat, pay-me princesses out there. And if that’s your thing, hey more power to you; you have plenty of options, and I’m sure you’ll find a money mistress to suit you. However, if you’ve felt the irresistible pull of financial submission for some time but find the average FinDomme unworthy of your devotion and patronage, I invite you explore my personal website, especially my writings on financial domination. Discover who I am and consider whether you wish to serve someone who feels their very existence entitles them to your money, or whether you’d have a more satisfying sense of purpose knowing your patronage fosters my creative expression and life’s work.
Then…Take out your wallet, count your cash, and know your credit limit. Pick up the phone and prepare yourself for a different kind of financial domination phone sex.
I sleep with the windows wide open because I relish in hearing everyone’s day wind down to a close. That’s the lie I tell myself over and over every evening. In reality I sleep with them open because I can’t wait till the sun comes up. The sun’s first rays mean I can begin my daily ritual. I happily throw the blanket off of my body and bask in the cool morning breeze. I listen carefully to make sure none of my roommates are up. Then I slowly start touching my nipples through the thin white wife-beater I wear as pajamas. I rub them gently and delicately as if that would satisfy the impatient urge tingling between my legs. I keep caressing them through my shirt until my aching pussy will no longer accept this as payment in full. I am soon forced to pull up my shirt and continue rubbing my nipples a bit harder now like I mean business.
My pussy is now throbbing with yearning for a finger, a hard cock, or a cooperative mouth. This only means I will have torment my wet pussy even longer. Now I’ll have to change things up a bit. This means adding some pain for added pleasure. I start pinching my nipples. The harder I pinch them all the more moist and demanding my pussy becomes. Each time I pinch them I start to rub my thighs together and gyrate my hips like I am being fucked hard and fast. The pinching becomes more extreme until my fingers are clasped down on my nipples like miniature clamps. This continues until I am eventually forced to give in to my demanding cunt’s desires. Now I allow my right hand to search for my pulsating clit. I rub it up and down, building speed with each stroke. Jacking off my clit will carry on until I am forced to cross my legs so my cunt lips wrap around my finger like a hungry mouth that will never be satiated.
I am forced to bite my lip in order to stifle the urge to moan with pleasure. I can feel the sweet juices of my pussy moistening the tip of my finger as it urgently jacks off my clit. I can feel my clit swelling with desire. I stop momentarily to taunt myself. My head is swirling as if I am on a ride that only I control. I start again and build up speed. Now I allow my legs to open and I slip my finger into my luscious cunt. It is so wet that my fingers make moist noises from the succulent juices flowing there. If someone was outside my door they would surely hear the sounds of self sex. This thought turns me on even more. I sit up slightly so I can begin to thrust my finger deeper into my insistent pussy while still pinching my nipple as hard as I fucking can. I decide sitting up with my feet on the floor would be a great position to try so I will be able to sit up anywhere there is privacy and get off. This new position sends my finger flying in and out of my pussy on a mission. I try shutting my legs and this sends a tremor of pleasure into my brain I have never experienced before. I feel my engorged clit and cunt lips throbbing around my hurried finger. I am in heaven.
Time to finish myself off. I decide doggy style would be lovely. I get on my knees while still thrusting my soaking wet pussy with two fingers inside. I take my other hand and reach over my back and start gently rubbing my ass and teasingly touching my asshole, just momentarily letting my finger slip into it. This immediately makes me start to quiver with pleasure. My thighs are close to giving out from shuddering so much. I finally give in to my carnal desires and cum. I cum multiple times and realize I have bitten a hole in my lip from trying to remain quiet. I look in the mirror and see blood dripping toward my chin. Now my real day can begin…
If you like the sound of my naughty mornings, you should call me for self love phone sex!
I’ve had my fair share of sex. While I haven’t quite mounted all the cocks in Portland, I’m an unabashedly sexual creature, and I’ve definitely gone through a couple of very promiscuous phases over the years. Most notably in my late twenties after escaping an abusive marriage, and more recently (though not quite as extensively) after three significant relationships ended last year.
That sex has ranged from vanilla to kinky, from boring to fucking fantastic. It has occurred in private and public, sometimes with more than one partner at a time. It’s happened with people of varying sexual orientations and gender identities. It has been within the parameters of monogamy, marriage (both open and closed), non-monogamous relationships of many types (swinging, polyamory, etc.), D/s dynamics, casual/FWB situations, and one night stands.
I’ve also been a professional phone sex operator for over a decade, so I have a great deal of exposure to a multitude of fetishes and fantasies. I’ve built genuine intimacy with some of my clients and connect with them on intellectual, emotional, and creative levels that allow us to explore sex and pleasure in a mutually satisfying, if virtual, way.
In addition, I was raised to believe sex is natural and you shouldn’t be ashamed of experiencing sexual pleasure. I’ve often tended to have sex early on in relationships, as it’s a bit disingenuous for me to pretend to be virginal and innocent. More importantly, I have learned that a certain level of sexual fulfillment is necessary for my relationships to succeed for an extended length of time, and I’d rather know up front whether that chemistry exists or not. My most recent, slightly aborted dalliance with one night stands and casual sex has confirmed my sneaking submission that for physical sex to be worthwhile to me now, I require a partner who possesses a certain amount of knowledge about me and my turn-ons.
So. I’ve explored and experienced and evolved, sexually. I thought I’d had every kind of sex there was to have. And then Daddy came along.
For many reasons, we did not have sex right away. When it finally did happen, I think we were both surprised by the physical compatibility. From sweet, tender, sensual love-making to rough, hard fucking with a dash of sadism, I appreciate the freedom to be girly, bratty, nurturing, wanton, aggressive, obedient, or whatever I’m feeling in the moment with him.
There’s a *pull* there, like a rubber band encompassing the two of us. We part fairly easily, because we love and trust each other, and support one another in maintaining our other relationships and handling life/work responsibilities. But it seems the longer and further apart we are, the more the rubber band is stretched taut, the more the tension is felt. It starts as a vibration, a buzz, a low but constant ache that calls us back to each other, and it builds until we see one another again.
Sometimes, the magnetism is so strong that simply being physically in the same room isn’t enough. We hold each other and melt and breathe in the scent of *us*. We press our bodies together and sigh contentedly at the perfect fit, but the comfort and familiarity is anything but boring. It’s exhilarating, replenishing, rejuvenating. And incredibly sexy.
When we join in these moments, it’s a different kind of sex than I’ve ever had. It’s rough and intense and *raw*, but at the very same time it’s intimate, connected, loving. I feel as if my skin has a mind of her own and would fuse with his skin if she could. I feel like he is climbing inside the very center of my cunt, my heart, my body, and expanding within me until not even the farthest reaches of the universe can contain us. The orgasms scream themselves out through my heart and are reflected in his eyes, locked on mine.
This transcends merely having sex or making love. This is soul fucking.
If you crave your aural pleasure with an added dose of intimacy and connection, I’m here waiting to be your soul fucking phone sex lover.