Bay City Blues

I love photographs that leave a little something to the imagination, don’t you? The curve of flesh, texture of fabric, muted glow of light…Nothing too revealing, just hinting of pleasures just below the surface…I love peeling off each piece, one by one, to expose the flushed and pulsing skin beneath…

It’s one of my favorite things about phone sex calls, getting to imagine myself in a variety of costumes or lingerie…The thrill of dressing to please and undressing to arouse…I love intricate descriptions that drive you wild with lust by the time I’m naked or nearly so…Hearing that ache in your voice as you reach for my body at last, ready to drown yourself inside me…

Mmmmm! Is it hot in here, or is just me? ~grins~

Your Phone Sex Courtesan,
Tonya

Something about me appeals to the sickest, most twisted perverts out there. And all I can say about that is, thank God! Heh. Seriously though, in a way I’m honored that guys who want to get off in extreme ways choose me.

People always ask me “what’s the craziest or most bizarre phone sex fantasy you’ve ever heard?” It’s a question that does what few can- it silences me. After all, what’s crazy or outrageous to one person is banal and trite to another. What seems perverse or demented to some can be experienced as transcendental and uplifting by others. Who am I to judge?

I am fond of saying that in the realm of fantasy, good and bad are what we make them. I truly believe it. I have come intensely during phone sex calls with topics ranging from sweet lovemaking to things I can’t even write about here. The subject is not as important as the connection between two like-minded people with the same basic goals (usually stellar mutual orgasms). What matters most to me is if my parter is getting aroused. Turning you on turns me on- I’ve come to realize that’s my biggest personal fetish.

So I’m taking this opportunity to invite you to free your imagination and dabble in the things you’ve always wondered about…Words like depraved, deviant, perverse- they exist to justify the fears of people without the courage and passion to explore and accept themselves. So I’m reclaiming them as positives. ~grin~

Howard can attest to the fact that when I come downstairs after a phone sex call and say something like, “oh man, was he sick and twisted,” it is almost always with a huge smile and the sheen of orgasm on my face.

Sooo…Calling all perverts!!! Pick up the phone and put a happy face on this naughty girl…

Love,
Tonya