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CBT Phone Sex
May 5, 2012 | 
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Awwwww. They’re so cute! Your twitching cock and poor, pathetic balls…I’m sorry, did you not know what CBT phone sex means? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you realize that “C” is for cock and “B” is for balls. Were you under the impression that the “T” stands for tenderness? *wicked laugh* No, my little soon-to-be pain piggy, “T” means a lot of things…
T is for…tying and trussing! Shoelaces, kitchen twine, hemp rope, barbed wire…I don’t particularly care what you use, but I do expect your franks and beans all wrapped up and presented to me like a gift of royalty. I am a foodie after all…Heh.
T is for…tickling! It’s amazing how something that makes you laugh and giggle can be excruciatingly painful when done to over-sensitized flesh. I love the mix of pleasure sounds, pain cries, gasping for breath, and giggling that tells me you’ve slipped over the edge and under my control.
T is for…teasing! Did you really think I’d go to all the trouble of working you into a frenzy, only to give in at your first plea for release? You underestimate me. I will tease the sperm into your dick, up to the very tip, only to pinch and completely close your urethra. The look of sheer desperations as you strain, struggle, and finally resign, letting your jizz painfully drain back into your swollen, aching testicles…Mmm!
T is for…torture! Yes, this is what the “T” stands for most traditionally. Sweet, sweet torture, the kind you love to hate. It will likely take the form of short, staccato smacks on that nutsack with my favorite wooden spoon or rubber spatula. Who knew kitchen implements could be repurposed so wickedly? *wink* (And don’t even try to lie to me- everybody has at least one of those items in their kitchen.) I’m also fond of putting on my sharpened animal-bone claws or a vampire glove and squeezing, scratching, slapping the length of your shaft, your engorged mushroom head, ready-to-pop balls, and tender taint.
T is for…Tonya! You know, me. The deviant phone sex goddess who is about to own your body, mind, and soul. Or at least your dangly bits. 
So get something to bite down on or scream into, and call me for a wicked CBT phone sex call now!
Tonya
1-866-739-9832
Smoking Fetish Phone Sex
I quit smoking about a year ago (minus a couple weeks of backsliding here and there. But hey, I’m not perfect and I’m betting you’re not either,) and I have to confess sometimes I like thinking back on some of my more memorable smoking experiences. In honor of Fetish of the Month I thought I’d share this little vignette with you.
It was a nice, balmy day in Amsterdam. Late summer, the sun obscured by a thin covering of clouds, cool air coming off of the canals even in the waning afternoon. Away from the crowds of frat boys looking for Koffee Shops and cheap sex shows the roads were quieter. Locals riding their bikes to and from work and late afternoon lunch dates made little whirring and clicking noises on the cobblestones. Boats moored along the sides of the canals drifted slightly, bumping into each other with hollow wooden sounds. My traveling companion was somewhere inside the hotel, sleeping off an epic hangover. (The beer in Amsterdam was much better than the food. Win some loose some.)
Walking outside I thought about finding a little cafe for some hair of the dog, but decided against it. Instead I walked down the canal a little ways until I found a reasonably clean bench to sit on and watch the world go by. Perfect time for a cigarette. I pulled a beat up packet out of my pocket and opened it up to reveal one final, slightly crumpled cigarette remaining. Better than nothing, I thought to myself as I put the butt to my lips and lit it, inhaling deeply. The smoke combined with the freshness of the air off the canals was better for my aching head than any combination of ice water, alcohol and caffeine ever could have been. I exhaled long and slow, tendrils of smoke curling around my face and hands before finally dissipating over the surface of the water. It was a beautiful afternoon, and one of the most enjoyable cigarettes I’d ever had.
Now if only some cute dutch stranger with a penchant for smoking fetish had come and sidled up next to me on that bench….
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Extreme Phone Sex Watersports Fantasy
I must share with you an extreme phone sex fantasy of mine. To be truly claimed by another human being. Not by wedding ring, or by collar, but by the way that the other animals do it, I want to be claimed as property by being pissed on. There’s something so primal about it I can’t seem to help myself. I have it worked out exactly in my mind too.
We would get a hotel room, because there seems to be something extra sensual about the anonymity of a hotel room, there could be anything going on behind those closed doors, you could be anyone, and best of all, you don’t have to clean up the mess. After a wonderful day of having fun about town, a lovely meal, and a few drinks, we would grab a bottle or two of wine and retire to our room.
Soft and gentle this would begin, for once, because this will be a night to remember, a night that I will forever be truly yours. We kiss, softly, but passionately, our tongues intertwining, exploring like new lovers even though we are no longer. A breath. You stroke my hair, and I nuzzle under your chin. I close my eyes and feel the softest pressure upon the top of my head. I don’t need to be told what that means, and drop slowly to my knees, head bowed, and legs spread wide.
Your hand comes up under my chin, lifting my head, looking me in the eye. “Not tonight, dearest,” you whisper, and I wonder what you have in store. I cock my head to the side for a moment, and undo your pants, shoving them to your knees. I glance up for a moment, looking for something to stop me. Seeing none, I greedily take your dick into my mouth. I am lost for a moment, filling only that need I have deep inside me, to please you, and I know I am. I am lost to you, but I know you will protect me. A tap. I must come back to reality.
I sit back on my haunches and peek at you out of the corner of my eye. “Are you ready to become mine, for now and forever? Something more than a collar can ever give you?” I gasp inwardly. Deep down, I know what this means, and I have been waiting, and wanting for it so. “Yes, yes Sir.” You smile down at me, stepping closer. “Good girl. Now close your eyes and open your mouth.” I grin inwardly and do as I am told.
Within seconds I feel it. The warm liquid pouring into my mouth and all over my body. I swallow a mouthful before I am told. It seems to go on forever, you were obviously prepared for this. I must resist the urge to rub it into my skin, to touch myself as you piss on me. I know there will be time for that later. As for now, I know, I am truly yours.
Call me and let’s live out our extreme phone sex fantasies together
Jynx
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Panty Worship Phone Sex with Ava Fire
I have a pet that gets off hardcore on going shopping in the best way possible. He always starts by telling me that he thinks I need new panties. I am quick to catch that coy look in his eye. I know exactly what he wants. The thought of new sexywear gets me wet instantly and I immediately grab my purse and head for the door.
He drives us to this EPIC store for divine kinkstress perfection such as myself. It’s in the middle of town and as soon as he puts the car in park, I jump into his lap, grazing his cock with my soft, furry mound and whisper “Don’t forget your credit card.”
I exit the vehicle gracefully, using his door and start into the store leaving him to mentally prepare.
Inside is incredible. If there ever were to exist such a thing as a panty circus on mars with fabulous tranny ringmistresses leading every interaction…This would be that. I am carried away with all of the different patterns and styles. Each one holding the potential within itself to be an intense night of passion.
I immediately rush over to a teal pair of boy shorts that remind me of peacocks and get a dressing room. I slip out of my clothes and into the panties, turning around to check out my ass. I hear my friend come in, he’s asking the saleswoman for me as she directs him to my room.
He knocks on the door shyly and I tell him to close his eyes. As I unlock and open the door I simultaneously pull him the room and instruct him to get on his knees. Once he’s on his knees, eyes still closed, I put my plump ass in his face and order him to smell it. I push his head deeper into my ass until only the sheer fabric of my panties are separating him from my sweet asshole.
I direct him to stick out his tongue and lick my fucking panties. “Play with your fucking cock, too, slut.” I snap.
Turning around, I lean into the wall as he tries desperately to lick every last fiber of my panties and work his cock at the same time.
Suddenly, I order him to stop and close his eyes again. I step out of my panties and put on my other clothes.. Making certain to rub the panties thoroughly inside of my crack before placing them on his head like a hat. I instruct him to give me his wallet and his keys while leaving his eyes closed. I walk out of the room and pay for the panties. + a sexy little number I plan to have him adore during our panty worship phone sex when he actually makes it to my house after his looong walk with no car.
Do you want to worship my hot ass in a pair of panties that I wear just for you? Maybe you would like it if I mailed my sexy panties to you? If you’re a good enough pet, I may even let you worship them on skype.
Call me now for panty worship phone sex.
XXXO,
Ava
ava.fire.goddess@gmail.com
ava-is-fire.tumblr.com
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Behind the Phone Sex with DK
Hello Sexy!
Ever wonder what we Bay City Blues babes do when we are not whispering salacious words in your ears? You already know that we are real girls with especially dirty minds and fantasies but I am going to give you a glimpse into my daily life, yesterday to be exact. You have already seen my bedroom. (If you missed it click see it here.)
After a titillating wake up call from one of my favorite dirty boys I took my dog to the park and grabbed pizza and beer with a few of my especially dirty minded friends. I know imagining a few of the Bay City Blues babes drinking a beers together gets you hot but imagine how much hotter a two girl call would be. Just think of all the dirty sexy things Chaps and I could get up to.
After I used a gift card from one of my Phone Sex Heroes to get a pedicure and new pair of shoes. Don’t my toes look sexy decked out in candy apple red polish and encased in alluring pumps? I love a good pair of shoes.
To top off the day I was invited to a private party and my dress was smoking hot don’t you think?
But telling you about my decadent party experience times will have to wait until your next call *wink*.
Don’t forget to check out my porn tumblr to see what gets me off and my website for my erotica.
Your Kinky and Geeky Phone Sex Diva
~DK
1.866.SEXY.832
http://dkjaded.com/
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Forbidden Fire: Smoking Fetish Phone Sex
I am caught in that delicious pause between intake of breath and exhaling, an interminable moment of anticipation as I wait for the matchstick to come alive between my fingertips. Flare and sizzle. The breath leaves my lungs in a covetous sigh, as I taste the bite of sulphur lingering in the air. My lips press more tightly around the hand-rolled cigarette, holding it steady. I lift the match, and my brain initiates emergency evasive protocol.
“Do you really want to do this? Two years of discipline and will power down the drain for something that won’t taste nearly as good as you remember. It’s gross! You’ll smell disgusting. It could kill you, for Christ’s sake!”
It isn’t as if I haven’t heard all these arguments before. Hell, they’re part of why I quit smoking in the first place. Well, them and that damn Bodyworlds exhibit with a nasty black-ooze-filled lung that made my mom call me sobbing and begging me to quit. Sigh. I swear I haven’t really missed it as much as I thought I would. At least, until today. It’s as if the Universe is fucking with me…
All I did was sit down at an empty picnic table on the patio of my favorite bar. It’s the first nice day in weeks, and it feels so good to toss back a cold one in the sunshine! And that’s when I see the nearly-full package of Drum tobacco on the bench which has obviously been left behind by whoever occupied this table last. Drum always reminds me of college, when I went through a roll-your-own phase. Maybe it’s the beer buzz or maybe it’s sun-drunk, but I can’t help myself from wondering if I can still roll them as perfectly as I used to. I figure just because I roll one doesn’t mean I have to smoke it, right?
But then this random fucking gorgeous guy walks up, all impressed at my rolling skills. I ask if he wants one, but he says- get this!- he doesn’t smoke, he just thinks women who do are sexy. Then he tosses me a box of matches. I know I should come clean at this point, but the look in his eyes is too tempting. His excitement is palpable, and the electricity between us is causing my cunt to moisten.
Fuck it. You only live once, right?
And that’s how I find myself at this moment: leaning forward slightly, pushing the tip of the cigarette into the fire and inhaling deeply. I suck the smoke into my lungs; he licks his lips. My eyes hold his gaze as I exhale slowly and deliberately right in his face. He can no longer hide the bulge in his jeans, and the instant buzz of nicotine in my veins has me shaking and woozy. Another drag, and he might just come right here in his pants…
“Want to get out of here?” he asks, voice thick with desire. I don’t bother answering him, just wordlessly gather my things and follow him toward the door. At the last moment, I dash back, swiping the package of Drum off the table. Yeah, I’m quit. But you never know when a cigarette might just be the difference between a pleasant beer on the patio and…Well, I guess you’ll just have to call me for a smoking fetish phone sex call to find out. *grins*
Tonya
866-SEXY-832
TonyaJoneMiller.com
Relaxation Phone Sex: Take a Load Off with Shannon
Welcome to my official Spring Break!
Yesterday I spent the whole day in bed, watching DVDs and reconnecting with my vibrator, because that’s how classy people unwind, ok?
Since I’ve been overwhelmed with schoolwork and in need of some serious release these past few weeks, I thought I’d to write a post about how to blow off some steam while keeping things hot! Truthfully, there’s nothing I want more after coming home from a tiring, stressful day than to have a sex slave positioned in my bed, tongue already out and ready to service me. I just want to lay back on a soft pillow, close my eyes, arch my back and let my slave bring me to orgasm after orgasm. Those are the days when I most love being tied down and muzzled—I don’t want to have to fill any expectations except to hand over my eager little body to be used as you see fit.
But alas, sometimes we have to improvise. Here are the outlets I turn to when I’m feeling tense and craving that full body release:
*Hot shower sex. With a partner, I love getting all soaped up and ready for some doggy-style—my favorite shower position. I grip the showerhead and press my face against the wall… there’s something about the feeling of that cool wet tile as my partner rams me from behind and the hot water scalds my back… it’s the perfect way to feel clean and dirty at the same time! When I’m alone I like to suction-cup my dildo to the faucet spout and ride it over and over. With some water-resistant silicone lube and a waterproof vibrator, I have all I need! It’s no wonder my roommate always complains about the water bill.
*Tantric sex: all that deep breathing is sure to clear your head. You don’t even have to know the basics to get your feet wet, just take things slowly, inhale and exhale deeply, and do all you can to meditate at the brink of orgasm. Ambitious positions provide a good stretch, and afterwards you feel as peaceful as all those fools who just spent hours at the yoga studio.
*Boxing, wrestling, fist fighting… I love any contact sport that leaves me with sore muscles and a few suggestive bruises. I just put on my booty shorts and a tank top and start a fight; sometimes my partner doesn’t even know my intentions until we’re drenched in sweat and I’ve got him pinned to the floor in victory!
*Happy endings. Did I ever tell you I’m trained as a masseuse? I’m trained as a masseuse! With my small size I usually have to straddle the person I’m massaging anyways, and I love being able to follow the pleasure wherever it takes me. Long open palmed strokes, quick gentle squeezes, my soft oil-slick hands always know exactly what they’re doing.
*Calling Me! I’m the best way to unwind, hands down (no pun intended.) I know what it’s like to feel distracted and overwhelmed, and I find it so satisfying when I can help a caller relax. Let me coax you into a fantasy world with my smooth, calming voice on a relaxation phone sex call. Let me help you leave behind your powerful job and submit to a powerful woman. Cancel your weekend plans and get ready for some seriously sexy R&R. Because we all know what Dusty Springfield means when she suggests some ‘Breakfast in bed’: “Pull your shoes off, lie down, and I will lock the door…”
Your easy sleazy beautiful BCBgirl,
1-866-SEXY-832
Sophia St. James is a Phone Sex Cock Slut
Last night I was lounging on the couch reading a new erotic book I borrowed from a friend. As I read more and more, I started to feel this heat rise inside of me. This heat became more and more intense. I was hungry. My clit started to pulse deeper and deeper. After a while, all I could think about was having a nice thick cock deep inside me. All I could think about was you calling me and giving me what I need.
Cock hungry phone sex turns me on so much. I want to hear your breath in my ear. Call me now. I want to tell you just how I like it and just how you can give it to me. I love hearing how you would handle me and work me over. Tell me to bend over and take what you have for me. I want to tell you just how wet and available I am. Let me explain just how much of a cock slut I really am. You can listen to me as I gag on you and make you feel so good.
Call me now and let me be your phone sex cock slut!
Sophia St. James
(866) SEXY-832
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MMA Fantasy Phone Sex
One hit and your face feels the impact of my glove. This MMA fantasy phone sex call is going to push you over the edge. As your neck keeps your head from falling off your body, my heel hits the middle of your chest and the rest of your body caves back into the ropes. Blood and drool are gushing from your mouth as your eyes try to focus on me. Keep me in your sights baby. Make your eye contact and hold it in these big brown pools of erotic.
You don’t even see the roundhouse coming as my foot impacts the right side of your head. Your ear feels like it’s going to explode and you’re slowly falling to the mat. Droplets of spit and blood in this erupt from your lips when your cheek impacts the ground.
Lie there! Tap out! Whatever your MMA FETISH is, do what you need to do to keep me from pulverizing and embarrassing you more than you already are. You know what the final outcome of this will be. You knew it when you entered the arena. You thought those fancy satin boxing shorts and ripped abs were going to make a difference. But as you lie there watching my red painted toes move towards you for one final punch when the ref isn’t looking, it all becomes clear.
Read more about your MMA FANTASY at my website BCBCHAPS.COM and then call me at (866) SEXY-832. Or CALL ME first, then come read what a real MMA PHONE SEX FANTASY can be like.
Either way, come fight me.
I’m a Bay City Blues real phone sex babe, and YOU’RE MINE!
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Now hiring!! Need reliable servants for human furniture positions!
I’ve been thinking that it’s time for me to replace some furniture around my home. I was kind of hoping one of my BCB phone sex boyfriends would help me with this. It requires a very strong, submissive man. Definitely don’t start thinking that I’m going to ask you to move shit in my apartment. (HA!) Pretty much exactly the opposite of that is true. I need you to BE my furniture. If you think you have what it takes to be the cherished human furniture of Ava Fire, by all means continue reading…
The first piece of furniture that I want is a foot-rest. My feet get so sore and sweaty from prancing around in my hot-pink, leopard print pumps making sluts like you short of breath and tight in the pants. I just need a place to give them relief after a long day of being a succulent badass.
My human foot rest should be very obedient and very durable. It should be able to withstand any and all jabs from whatever sexy shoes I happen to wear WITH NO FLINCHING. I enjoy both pumps and sneakers. So a desire for constant rubber burns on your back is essential. My foot-rest should NEVER move from his position. If my foot rest should disturb my precious relaxation time, he better just prepare for the worst. I don’t accept anything less than perfection. If I’m objectifying you, you should know how extremely lucky you are and lick up every drop of attention I give to you like it is the last attention you will ever get.
My foot rest will love his position. He will purr like a kitten as I squish the skin on his back with my cute toes and rest them on his spine. My smooth calves getting sweaty against your flesh. He will sigh blissfully as my feet are washed and oiled ontop of him and my toenails are cut (some flying off and sticking to random parts of his body.) I will sometimes use my footrest as a stool. I will sit ontop of it in lotus pose for my daily meditation. (If my footrest should move during my meditation practice, Goddess have mercy on his ball sack.)
If you think you have the discipline and skillfullness to be my human furniture, stop wasting time and call me for objectification phone sex now!
xxxo,
Ava Fire
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Yahoo: Ava_Fire_Goddess
