I was on the phone with one of my extreme phone sex callers the other day, someone I’ve been playing with for at least a couple years. We do rape fantasies, often with an extra element of degradation and humiliation thrown in, and after this particular call he said something along the lines of “you are so twisted!” Now, I take that as the highest of compliments, and I’m pretty sure that’s how he meant it.
After all, that’s a main reason why people choose my phone sex services over the multitude of options out there: because I’m a sick, twisted, kinky minx. Of course, that isn’t the whole story. They also pick me because I’m willing to “go there” on a call, wherever “there” might be. I’m an imaginative, creative, conservatory-trained performer who is open-minded, sex-positive, and non-judgmental. Plus, I’m a bdsm switch with over 7 years of REALTIME experience. Basically, I know what I’m talking about. Heh.
Anyway, in the course of our conversation, I let slip a little tidbit of truth that I wouldn’t admit in polite company. (Thankfully, I engineer my life not to be in polite company very often since it tends to be so god-damn boring.) I mean, most of my phone sex clients are trusting me with the sexual fantasies they believe nobody in their lives can handle. Time for a little reciprocity…
Here are ten kinky things about me you may or may not know already. Feel free to use them at will on future phone sex calls!
1. I absolutely adore being called a “good girl” or “babygirl” during sex. Preferably by Daddy, but that’s not imperative.
2. I have masturbated to the anal rape scene in Irreversible.
3. Because 1 + 2 = 3… I love when Daddy makes me take it up the ass, whether I want to or not. I cum really hard when I’m crying, “ow! It hurts, Daddy, it hurts!” That’s probably since…
4. I’m a card-carrying masochist. A good bare-handed, over-the-knee spanking will make my cunt wetter than licking it.
5. Pulling my hair (tightly, and close to the scalp) and breathing on my neck is the fastest way to make me horny.
6. If you bite me hard enough when you’re fucking me, my body will shake and shudder uncontrollably. I’ve been told it makes my pussy vibrate in a way that feels amazing.
7. Religious taboo phone sex really does it for me. Choirboy molested by a priest, nun violated with a crucifix, Jew forcibly impregnated with a Muslim’s child (substitute any religions)…Something about those kinds of scenarios is extremely compelling.
8. I squirt. I’ve always been a gusher, but an ex lover made me actually squirt on his fingers a couple times and once on his cock. However, the most intense squirting experience I’ve ever had resulted from lying on my back, ankles over his shoulders, being fucked hard up the ass. Incredible.
9. Enemas can be arousing. The first time I ever took one, it was for a caller who walked me through it over the phone. Very intense, intimate, and strangely sweet. It is literally sharing your shit with someone, and it feels incredibly vulnerable to be “witnessed” in such a state. (It should be apparent by now that I am a total butt slut.)
10. I’ve never had a MMF threesome. I’ve had plenty of group sex with more than two partners, and many FMF threesomes, but somehow I’ve not had two cocks all to myself before. Double penetration is a big turn-on to me, but up until now I’ve had to make do with a bio-cock and a dildo. I aim to change that in 2014. (Now there’s a New Year’s resolution you can get behind, hmm?)
There you have it. I’m pretty sure none of you reading this will be particularly shocked or scandalized, but it’s still a little nerve-wracking to lay all my kinky secrets out like this. (I can only imagine what my next potential internet date is going to think when he googles me and reads this…Hehehe!) However, I am looking forward to seeing which of these you might decide to incorporate into our next taboo phone sex call!
Ten Kinky Things Phone Sex
Talk to you soon,
Yes, that’s me before a recent night on the town. That bed in the background? That’s where the magic happens.
Seriously though, as I bid 2013 farewell I can’t help being glad to see the year go. It has been quite a collection of highs and lows, and while I’m happy to be where I am now, it hasn’t been easy getting here. I’m eager to find out where 2014 takes me! I hope your holidays are filled with happiness and joy, and that the new year brings you everything your heart desires. Hopefully, I’m on that list…
Love to you and yours,
Can it really be almost Christmas already? Somebody please tell me where the year went! Lots of changes here at Bay City Blues phone sex and in my life in general…
I relocated to a new apartment (yes, still in Portland) at the beginning of the month, and moving is always so exhausting. Especially the way I do it. See, I can’t breathe if there is still stuff to unpack. Ask anyone who has traveled with me- I have to fully unpack in a hotel room before I can relax. And I’m not just talking toiletries bag in the bathroom; I mean shampoo in shower, toothbrush next to sink, etc. Something about finding a place for everything soothes me. So once I get started on the moving process, I don’t stop until it’s done. Now I’m settled in and tying up all the loose ends like address changes, etc.
But now that I’m no longer in limbo and upheaval, I can turn my attention back to important things. I really appreciate how patient you callers have been with my lack of availability and erratic hours! I has also been wonderful to reconnect with a couple of you I hadn’t spoken to since before my Threads tour.
I’m going through one of those incredibly high-sex-drive phases I tend to go through once or twice a year. See, normally I’m a pretty horny gal, as many of you can attest. But sometimes? It’s like my cunt just kicks into high gear and I can’t get enough. Seriously, you know I’m horny when the vibrator stays ON for a good 1-15 minutes AFTER a call ends. But once I get started, I just can’t stop. I can have seven, eight, nine orgasms in a row, and yes I break double digits on a regular basis. I’m talking on ONE call. Heh.
So if your familial and professional obligations have you pent up this holiday season, never fret. You personal phone sex nympho is at the ready for you, wet and willing…
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.