Hello! How’s it going? Welcome to my first post after returning to Bay City Blues. I am so excited to be back!!
I was lying in bed naked, smoking a blunt thinking of how I needed some company. As many of you already know I am rather fickle as to the company I keep and in all honesty my preferences and turn-ons change from day to day so it can be hard for me to find the right companion for the immediate moment. I think the reason I’m a mix of lonely and horny today is because it’s so bloody hot in Portland at the moment. I grew up in the hellish Sonoran Desert so that means most of my sexual coming of age memories are drenched in slick, salty sweat perfumed with chlorine from swimming. I would soon find myself collapsed exhausted on the edge of a pool surrounded by the pungent scent of close teenage friends inundated with unwashed, teenage nervousness. I used swimming and the extreme summer heat as an excuse to get extra physical with my friends and flaunt the tight body I knew I had.
On abnormally hot days, if I was really lucky, I might even be able to convince one of my friends to shower with me after a long hard day of swimming. Strangely enough it was always the boys that took convincing. My girlfriends were always willing to shower talk about boys and wash my hair. I know it sounds clichéd but that’s what happens in the desert when you’re an only child with an overactive libido and way too much time on your hands. I guess where I’m going with all of this memory stuff is that summer always gets me especially hot and bothered. It always makes me feel like a teenager again. I just want to smoke pot and frolic naked with pretty people every day until the sun goes down.
So what’s it going to be? Kinky summer phone sex camp games? A day at the lake both of us drunk for the first time after taking advantage of my parent’s liquor cabinet? An intimate summer twilight shower between two close friends? Or should I be the teenage nanny watching over you full time while your parents are on vacation for the summer? They thought I was a little too young for the job but I came with excellent references and quite easily charmed your father into hiring me by using some really special talents of mine that I would love to share with you.
So, won’t you come join me for a swim and be my sweet & icy treat on a hot summer day?
Make my day and be the sexy ice-cream man that teaches me rocket pops aren’t only good for eating…
I don’t want to know your name. Tonight, we are strangers. Don’t tell me who you are or what you do. Be that handsome man in the bar, on the train, at the party. Feel your gut clench when you catch sight of me for the first time. The slim-fitting vintage polka-dot dress that accentuates my hourglass figure and the sway of my full hips. Red lips and teasing, flirting smile.
Send me a drink from across the room. Lubricate me. I like your unapologetic and obvious appreciation of my sensuality. Come, join me, I beckon. But no names. Really, what do they matter? We are strangers in the night. We are meant to part. Our bodies know how to communicate without names, without words.
I’m already getting your messages, loud and clear, my cunt responding to the heat and energy between us. Watch me as I go, throwing one deliberate glance at you over my shoulder. You will follow in a moment or two, entranced by the hypnotic rhythm of my ass as I lead the way.
And then, in some hidden nook or forgotten hallway, we will steal our pleasure. One hand on my throat, one up my skirt. Panties ripped off. Zipper down. Cock inside wet warmth. Moans and gasps and fuck yes it is so good. Pinned to the wall, your hands digging into my ass cheeks, my legs coming up to wrap around you. Deep in me. Full.
Harder now, and faster. Raw, savage. Growls and yelps escaping from both our mouths. Random words almost incoherent.
“Give it to me!”
“So fucking good!”
No names. Just fucking. Strangers in the night, losing ourselves for a moment in this blissful, glorious eruption.
Hmmmm. Yes, I think I’m in the mood for some anonymous phone sex now…Lol!
It’s Friday and this has been one of the busiest, most satisfying skank weeks I’ve had in a long time! So I want to share it with you, my favorite slut-lovers.
SATURDAY: Went to a friend’s birthday karaoke party with my boyfriend, Z. Apparently my friend’s boyfriend is a total douche because he bailed on her party. (What kind of asshole bails on his girlfriend’s birthday?!) Z and I are super flirty when we go out and we love playing with girls together, so we offered her a ride home and took turns licking her snatch on the side of her house; we could see her roommate watching TV through the window.
SUNDAY: Z and I picked up another lady friend of mine (we’ll call her Mouse) and we went back to my place where we sipped on whiskey and got naked. I’ve wanted Mouse’s pussy for YEARS and I got to enjoy the hell out of it with one of my favorite men. She tasted fucking amazing, and her nipples were incredible: perky and puffy and soft! We basically had 3 solid hours of fucking and sucking (I got to break in my new strap-on!) Z & I had her squirting all over my coffee table, and the two of them held me down and Hitachi’d me –something I’ve always wanted but no one has ever done- and I had orgasm after orgasm for about 10 solid minutes. They said my screams sounded like I was being murdered.
TUESDAY: I woke up early, super horny, and couldn’t get back to sleep even after masturbating three times. So I got my ass out of bed, went to Z’s apartment before work and demanded the he fuck the bejeesus out of me, which he did. His cock was as deep as it could get, he had me halfway off the bed, choking me, with my head against the floor. I came all over him. He fucked me so hard that I could feel his cock against my cervix every time I took a step. It was fucking awesome. After work, I went back to his house, smoked some bowls, and then we did it all over again.
WEDNESDAY: I was supposed to go to the Paris Theatre so this dude from Craigslist could fuck me in front of strangers, but apparently that guy is a total pussy cos he bailed. So I settled for raunchy stand-up comedy and masturbation.
THURSDAY: Woke up in the morning to my other boyfriend, B, pinning me against the bed and calling me a little whore. Before I could say a word his dick was inside me and I really had no choice except to take it. Afterward I took a shower and went to my job at the porn store. When my shift ended Mouse scooped me up and took me to her place where I met her boyfriend for the first time. They made me a delicious dinner (pork is the quickest way to my heart) and then we fucked for a few hours before passing out in a heap on the living room floor.
FRIDAY/TODAY: I’m currently at my porn store job, typing up this deliciousness for you all and getting excited for a busy afternoon. After work I’m meeting a boy that wants me to punch him in the nuts, and after that my friend W is coming over to lick my pussy while I get some research done (I simply can’t focus on research if my clit isn’t being stimulated, and W has a very skilled tongue). After that, it’s time for a night of nasty, kinky phone sex, cos nothing gets me off harder than sharing fantasies with a stranger.
Dinner out. I imagine returning from the bathroom and pressing the remote control into your hand without a word. I don’t even care if you use it, I just like the idea of you having the option, of you being in complete control. When I feel that first little buzz a few minutes later and lift my eyes to yours, I see that look. I try to remain still, now acutely aware of being in the center of the small room and savoring the thrill of your invisible touch. Our gaze locked, I feel my cunt responding, instantly wet. The little gasp that escapes my lips would be lost to the casual observer, hiding between bites of miso cod and moans of culinary approval. But you see it. You know what you’re doing to me. And you like it. You watch as I shift slightly in my chair to camouflage the shudders, and you can see the orgasm washing over my face. Bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Teasingly, you lean over and ask, “and what did you just do, little girl?”
“I came for Daddy.”
Mmmm…*shudder* I wrote that short little tidbit of erotica the other day after a particularly delicious meal with a new friend. Sorry to say, the remote-controlled vibrating egg didn’t actually get used, I only wish it had. But if this kind of thing is up your alley, you should really call me for Daddy’s girl phone sex. It’s one of my absolute favorite phone sex fantasies and Dominance/submission dynamics; I don’t think I ever have stronger orgasms than when I’m coming for Daddy. I can’t help it, my voice just naturally takes on a little girl quality. Don’t you want to hear it for yourself? *wink*
I’ve been slogging through a ton of webwork this past week, and one of the projects I’ve been meaning to get through is organizing my various contacts and email lists. The lovely Gypsy rightly suggested we really should have a voluntary email list for our phone sex clients, and since some of you have also expressed interest in attending one of my Talking Dirty & Roleplay workshops or one of my theatre performances, I figure I’ll kill three birds with one stone.
If you’d like to be added to one or more of the following lists, please email Tonya@BayCityBlues.com from your preferred email address and don’t forget to indicate which of the lists you wish to be on:
Phone Sex News & Specials
Talking Dirty & Roleplay Workshops
If you are already a Bay City Blues phone sex client, I absolutely WILL NOT be adding the email you have previously provided to our credit card processor to this email list. You must opt in to be included, and you may opt out at any time. Email may come from either my BCB or my TonyaJoneMiller.com address, and may include NSFW content, so please make sure you use a private email account it’s ok to send such things to.
I promise I won’t spam you incessantly (that’s what Twitter and Facebook are for- heh!) or sell your precious email addresses. I’ll only send out one email prior to each event, and I aim to send monthly Phone Sex News updates, but who knows if I’ll be disciplined enough to do them that frequently. Lol!