How to Have a Great Phone Sex Session with a PSO

 

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

The first thing you need to know about how to have a phone sex session, is that I want you to enjoy yourself. Through my own sexual experiences and the life I’ve lived, I realize that every individual on this big planet, is unique in their sexual tastes. I don’t expect you to fall into any one category when you call.

I also don’t always expect you to know exactly what you want.

That said, relax! Or, try to. It’s alright to be nervous too… I understand well, what that’s like.

Phone sex sessions are about having fun together, sharing excitement, and exploring. Maybe it’s even about laughter, sharing secrets, and getting to know one another. For some, phone sex is, itself, is a fetish  For some, it is therapeutic. For others, phone sex with an operator can even be downright necessary, based on your lifestyle, physiology, proclivities, etc. Some of us simply have extremely vivid imaginations and therefore find phone sex to be more fulfilling than other sexual experiences (stimulated mind…stimulated body). Whatever the case, or your unique situation/tastes, I am here for you. To be yours.

Learning about all of our individual kinks & turn-ons, can take a lifetime.

Or maybe what you are looking for is just somebody to talk to & feel close to. A session can be about any kind of intimacy, it doesn’t always have to be about sex… 

The number one element to an extremely successful phone sex session, is communication. Be vocal! Whether that means moaning when I say or do something you like, or directly telling me what it is you need. Whatever the case…open your mouth and let it fly!

Personally, I really do get most excited, when I hear how excited you are. Please don’t be shy! I want to know you’re having a good time too, with me. If you aren’t, I want to know how to change that. Like I said, everyone is different. it is my job to pay attention to you, to respond to your pleasure and reactions, and to tailor your session to fulfil your needs. I love this part of my job. I love satisfying my partner…finding that perfect sweet spot and playing with it until you explode for me. I love knowing that I am providing you with a stimulating experience, meant just for you.

If it is important to you to know what it is that turns me on, I suggest you read my Erotica. I have yet to write an erotica short story which did not result in my repeatedly taking breaks to spend quality time with my favorite vibrator. I write about what turns me on!

Remember, our sessions are between you and me… The awesome thing about phone sex is… It’s all fantasy! It’s all exploratory. And it’s all safe. This is where you can explore the things that you might not feel comfortable exploring otherwise. Or perhaps, those things which you simply can’t explore otherwise. Phone sex is generally a safe zone. So let’s play!

Are there some subjects which I am less comfortable with than others or unfamiliar with? Of course! I am human, after all… But I’m always open to communication, experimenting and trying new things. You can always send me an email. I regularly communicate with my clients, or prospective clients, through email. We can email back-and-forth until you feel comfortable with calling me.

If you aren’t entirely sure what it is you need from me, more exploration is necessary. In these cases, scheduling a longer session time. It can be really helpful! We can try many different things and see what you respond to. If you are a regular caller, we can learn more, and more about one another over time. I make it my priority to pay attention and to learn from each session we share together.

Phone sex with an operator can be an exciting, safe, non-committal “play date” to explore what turns you on and gets you off.

So, to sum up, when it comes to how to have phone sex with a PSO…when in doubt, communicate… Otherwise, let’s focus on having a good time together! Be playful and open to exploration with a sweet, kinky PSO!

 

XX, Vanessa

Foot Fetish, Fabulous!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

With practiced precision, her loveliest of lovely nail polish shades, “I Lilac it” by OPI, glided smoothly over her carefully shaped toenails. Her feet had been worked smooth with an emory board, soaked in the bath and moisturized with coconut oil (along with the rest of her). Those feet were looking smooth and flawless.

Fully shaved, clean and with every part of her feeling supple and pampered, Gina, was feeling more relaxed than she had all week.

She sat on her bed, wearing fuzzy, blue plaid pajama pants and a freshly laundered, white tank top. Her silky, dark blond hair was swept up into a messy bun. She had high cheek bones, a clear peaches & cream complexion and her almond-shaped hazel eyes were currently cast down, focused steadily on every stroke of the polish brush.

Gina was lean and athletic–a Pilates instructor–with high, small breasts and gently flaring hips. She was pretty and somewhat delicate looking, but her very long, elegant legs were, without a doubt, her most striking feature. When she put on a pair of high heels and went out dancing with friends, the men couldn’t keep their eyes off her legs!

Today, Sunday, was Gina’s self-pampering day. No work, no other plans or obligations. She always set Sundays aside just for herself. At 23 years old, her life was fairly uncomplicated. She’d even been seeing a great new guy–Drew–although it was still too early to be more than cautiously optimistic. He’d taken her on a couple of fun date nights so far, anyway. He’d been charming, playful and sexy…if a tad too respectful.

Gina couldn’t help hoping he’d make a move on her soon though. She needed to be fucked, badly! Her only vibrator–a pricey but well-worth-it, Lelo number–had just kicked the bucket last weekend…the day after she’d paid to replace all 4 bald tires on her little Neon. She couldn’t, in good conscience, splurge on a decent replacement until her next paycheck. Possibly not until the one after that, actually… After all, her landlord would not likely consider a need for new sex toys as a legitimate excuse for a late rent payment. The thought of asking such a favor did make her chuckle, however.

All ten of her toenails were at last all tended to. She admired her work for a moment before taking up her tablet, intent on reading emails while she waited for the polish to dry.

Several minutes past while she became absorbed in browsing online shoe sales and replying to friends. When the doorbell rang, she was startled halfway out of her own skin!

Tossing her tablet onto the quilt, she sent a quick prayer up to the OPI gods that her perfect polish job was dry enough to avoid damage, and sprinted for the front entry.

Opening the door, she was surprised to discover Drew, her suitor of late. He stood on her neatly swept front stoop, looking just slightly bashful but, as ever, relaxed and appreciative of her appearance. His face, with those rounded boy-next-door features, topped with short and tidy light brown hair, lit up with a grin when he saw her. His forest green eyes smiled too, and swept up, then down the full length of her body. His interested gaze stopped on her feet.

“Cute toes…” He murmured with a peculiar tone in his words, before returning his gaze to her own again. There was something speculative in his expression this time. Was she imagining the heat there?

“Come in! ” She said shyly, smiling brightly at him. He stepped through the door and placed a kiss on her lips, lingering longer than he had at the end of their previous date.

“You look adorable” he told her softly, his lips still pressed lightly against hers. She couldn’t stop a giddy little giggle in reply. That giggle prompted a pleased-sounding “Mmm…” from him, which made her feel warm all over.

His hands came up to brush up and down her sides, slightly lifting the tank top to reveal soft, creamy skin. His eyes danced over the reveal, appreciatively. Drew used his foot to push the door closed behind him. Then he stepped into her, causing her to take a step back towards the wall. He proceeded with another, then another…

Soon, Gina’s back was pressed firmly against the wall. Her breathing was quick and her heart raced. Oh, yes, this day was just getting better and better!

Drew had been nothing less than a perfect gentleman during each of their dates, with the exception of some playful flirting. This was the first time she had encountered this more forceful side of his personality… To call it exciting, was an understatement.

Gina managed a breathless “Bedroom is that way…” between kisses. She lifted her hand to wave at the general direction from which she had come. Being pressed up against him, she felt the rumble in his chest when he laughed in reply to her eagerness

Gina was relatively tall, but slender, with delicate features. Drew was taller by a few inches, fit and built sturdy. He made her feel petite by contrast.

It took her by surprise however, when he bent suddenly, to reach an arm behind her knees. His other arm was around her back, and he quickly lifted her into the air. She gasped but did not protest. She would do nothing to stop this. Not a chance! She needed this, dammit!

He carefully maneuvered her through her kitchen, into a short hallway, and quickly found the door to her bedroom. He playfully tossed her onto the thick quilt, earning a delighted laugh from her. Then he noticed her tablet laying, abandoned on the corner of her bed. The last thing she had been looking at, when the doorbell had chimed, still on the screen–a sexy pair of dark amethyst purple, strappy sandals, with 4-inch heels, shapely arch support, a flirty open toe, and a petite pleated bow accenting the back of the ankle strap. They were something she would love to have for salsa night at the club, with her girlfriends. But, with a price tag of $399, she could only afford to admire them.

Staring intently at the image, Drew growled “I am so buying you those…”.

She managed only to squeak “What–” before he locked his lips over hers again, kissibg her deeply. By the time he had pulled back, she’d forgotten what she was about to say and no longer cared.

He slid his hands under her tank top, then pulled it off over her head. Bent to lick and gently bite each of her tight little rosy nipples, while he loosened the drawstring on her pajama pants. They quickly joined her tank top on the bedroom floor.

It just so happened that the lacey thong panties she wore, perfectly matched the lilac purple shade of her nail polish.

Drew sat back on the bed, taking in the full effect. He grasped each of her feet and placed them flat on the bed, with her knees spread wide, so that he could admire it all–her high, firm breasts, toned tummy, long legs, the delicately sexy panties and perfectly painted toes of her pretty feet. She felt self-conscious as his eyes took her in, inch by inch. But his gaze also set her body on fire. Her tiny panties quickly became soaked!

He lifted her left foot to his lips, kissing the arch. It tickled and thrilled her, sending electricity up through the sole of her foot, to her core. He began to slowly massage her left foot, then his lips were on her big toe. He parted his lips and sucked her toe into his hot, wet mouth. His groan vibrated into her. She felt his tongue glide playfully over the pad of her toe. The sensation was so sensual, sinful and delicious… She moaned! Her head fell back onto the pillow, and he continued to massage the soft skin of her foot, as he tended to each of her toes with lips, tongue and suction.

He paid the same tribute to her right foot, before letting his incredible hands slide slowly up her ankle…her calf…her knee and her long, slender thigh…finally coming to stroke the slick, textured surface of her lace panties.  All the while, he passionately sucked her toes, watching the progress of his fingertips with hooded eyes.

He nudged the drenched fabric aside and his fingers found the smooth shaven flesh of her swollen pussy. She parted her lips to release an eager gasp. He slid two fingers easily into her slippery, tight opening.

He watched her every response, as he finger-fucked her. Loved the way she arched and moaned, rock her hips to invite his fingers deeper into her. Relished the sweet way she whimpered each time he circled his thumb over her tiny clit. And he loved the way she moaned loudest, each time he accented his fingers’ movements with another another suck of her pretty toes!

When she cried out his name “Drew!” with wild desperation in her voice, he went to her. He slid her tiny, drenched, panties off of her slender legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Settling between her legs, he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked on her clit while his fingers massaged her swollen G-spot within. Her cries came louder and more frantic. Gina’s long, elegant legs wrapped around his shoulders and her hands gripped his head, pulling him into her, nearly smothering him.

Gina realized how deliciously naughty it felt to be completely naked and exposed, while being eaten out by a man who hadn’t yet removed a a single piece of clothing.

She came spectacularly for him! Soaking his hand with a warm, wet gush, as the inner walls of her pussy spasmed and clamped around his fingers. Her sweet voice screamed out, uncontrollably with each wave of her orgasm.

When she at last fell limp against the quilt, panting and thoroughly spent, she barely whispered the words “Oh my gosh…I have never…had an orgasm…quite like that, before!”

Drew’s answering chuckle was an octave deeper than before and it rang with satisfaction, as he moved up her body to position his hips between her thighs. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on his lips.

He set up then, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it sail off to land on top of her clothes. He undid his slacks and, with a few practice maneuvers, removed his pants and let them too join the growing pile on the floor.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he reached back his right hand to grasp her left foot again. He pulled it forward and was delighted to see how flexible she was! He soon held her ankle near her own left ear. She smiled comfortably up at him, saying only “Pilates” as an explanation. He smiled back, letting his fingers massage the arch of her foot again. Her gaze softened at the sensual contact. “Mmm…” she breathed.

Putting his weight onto his right elbow, so he would not have to release his grip on her foot, he reached his left hand down to grasp his cock. He was rock hard and dripping with precum! He pressed the thick mushroom head against her tight, wet opening and began to guide it slowly into her. “Fuck–” he bit out, feeling her sheath hugging his length, so hot and snug. Long, slow thrusts in and out of her, felt divine! She moaned, her eager hips meeting him thrust for thrust. She reached down and grasped his ass, digging her pretty purple fingernails into his ass. He began to fuck her harder. Turning his head to one side so that he could lick and suck on her toes while he pounded her cunt for all he was worth. She urged him on with dirty talk, sweet words and whimpers.

It wasn’t long before his balls began to tighten, and the pressure built. He was about to cum…hard!

With one more hasty kiss on her soft, panting pink lips, he pulled out of her and drew her foot towards himself. He pumped his cock with his other hand. When he came, he bellowed, shooting his load all over the sole of her perfect little foot

She felt every strike of his hot load, searing that sensitive skin. It felt…amazing.

* * * * *

A few days later, Gina found a package, addressed to her, on her front stoop. When she opened it, she discovered the exact pair of strappy sandals she’d been coveting when Drew had dropped in on Sunday. The supple, quality leather felt luxurious to her fingers as she caressed the shoes, admiring. A gift message was included in the box. It read “I want to see you wearing these, when I come to visit you, this weekend. Yours, Drew”. Heat spread through her, imagining what he might do to reward her when she did as he asked. She also wondered what it might be like to lean back against her pillows, before him, and stroke him off with her pedicured, moisturized bare feet–one on either side of his spectacular cock . Perhaps this weekend, she would find out…

© 2017-2020 Vanessa Raqs, All Rights Reserved

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Site Update, 10-31-2017

 

Happy Halloween, all!

 

This is going to be a quick update , this week. Truth be told, I have been busy and I admit that I’m quite late in posting this. Many apologies!

My Halloween promotion for Twitter is wrapping up today, but it will give way to new promotions in the near future. Follow my Twitter feed @cumversewithme to be the first to know when promotions are posted.

As you have all likely noticed, I have a sexy new mascot for my website! Cartoon pinup, Vanessa, is going to continue appearing on my website, Twitter page, Blog & ads, in general and for special occasions. In fact, I have big plans for her this Christmas! She was created by the talented artist CutyDina. I highly recommend this artist’s services to those of you who want to add a fun touch to your commercial front. I am very proud to own the rights to these images. I hope you all enjoy them.

More erotica is coming soon… I am presently working on a short story for those of you with an appreciation for a good old-fashioned foot fetish! I’m having a great deal of fun writing this one!

I want to express appreciation to all of you for the great responses I’ve had with regards to my article about the girlfriend experience. Many of you have mentioned it on calls with me. I was surprised and delighted by the response!

As always, www.CumverseWithMe.com continues to develop and improve. It is my goal to make the website more appealing, accessible, and convenient to my clients. I am always open to hearing your suggestions so please don’t hesitate to use the “contact me” link, found in the menu on my main page.

One last thing…a note to my fellow PSO’s: In the coming weeks I am going to be adding links to other quality PSO pages, on my main page. To those of you who are interested in a link exchange, please contact me!

 

XX ~ Vanessa

 

The Girlfriend Experience ~ Article

 

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

As I understand it, the Girlfriend Experience (GFE) is a trend that was most popular in the past two decades. That said, it remains my favorite kind of session to engage in with my phonesex clients.

In my personal opinion and experience, creating a heightened sense of intimacy with clients makes the experience far more exciting and pleasurable. It opens an opportunity to explore a sexual experience, from a heightened and, more unique perspective.

As a phone sex operator, getting to know my clients better can be a fun, enjoyable journey. There is intimacy gained by bonding. Also, understanding my clients’ individual needs more thoroughly through multiple encounters, lets me provide them with a more real and intense sexual experience. I enjoy making my clients feel special and, naturally, I love that they grow to desire doing the same for me.

Granted, money still changes hands, but this is, in and of itself an important element of the excitement.

Presently, BDSM and exploring darker levels of taboo, appear to be what is trending in the sex trade. I say this based on what I, myself, have encountered on chatlines and as a phone sex operator. I’ve had my hand in these “cookie jars” too and many others. So, while exploring diversity is essential and beneficial in my line of work, I also believe in playing to my strengths,… Work it if you’ve got it, as they say! Now, I do greatly enjoy being a submissive (and occasionally a dominant) and this ties in to both the BDSM and some of the taboo. But, I am also, by nature, an extremely playful, affectionate, cuddly and eager-to-please person. Put it all together and you have a very charming creature who excels at, and adores, the girlfriend experience! Add to this a submissive’s tendencies, my enjoyment of blowjobs and anal sex, and well… You’ve just iced the cake! (Sexual innuendo, fully intended!)

So, while it may be outdated… I stand by the notion that one should follow their bliss, in this case. Call it old-fashioned (or perhaps classic?), but whatever the case, I do hope that the girlfriend experience never truly goes out of style. There is always room for enrichment in life’s little pleasures, and that certainly does not exclude the sex trade. And if there is any style of session which is enriching, it is the girlfriend experience.

Learn more about the definition of the Girlfriend Experience, click here.

 

BONUS*** Because the Girlfriend Experience is a favorite session offering of mine, I am offering a promotional bonus… If you are seeing this, then I am assuming you’ve read the entire article. So, if you phone me for a paid session, and tell me that you have read my article “the Girlfriend Experience”, I will add an additional 5 free minutes to your session. There is no time limit on this promotion.

 

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October Promotion ~ Phonesex Deals

Looking for special Phonesex Deals? Well, I have one for you! 

During the month of October, I will be tweeting special instructions to my Twitter followers, on how to receive FIVE FREE MINUTES, in addition to their session! You must be a follower of mine @cumversewithme in order to qualify. Why? Because CumverseWithMe.com and its Twitter page are new (oh, don’t worry…I have plenty of experience to offer you! It’s just CWM that is new to the world of phone sex…not me, not by a long shot!) so it needs followers!

Starting next week, I will select a day, or two, in each week of October, to post the offer. My tweet will provide you with the details you will need in order to get your five free minutes! You don’t have to be a new customer to qualify and I will allow individual customers to take advantage of this promotion multiple times, if they wish, provided they meet the necessary requirements.

Follow me on Twitter to receive this, and future promotions! Following my BLOG (yes, this BLOG) is another good way to stay on top of things… 

Need ideas on how to use your free minutes? Check out the “Specialties” link, which can be found on the main page of CumverseWithMe.com. If you are looking for a submissive to boss around, a playful phone slut, a fantastic blowjob, a sexy giggle and a sweet voice, have a fetish you wish to explore, or some other inclination… Check out what I offer and feel free also to contact me with questions! You can find a short contact form via the “CONTACT ME” link, also found on my main page. All communications are strictly confidential. Sorry… I am no longer able to accept texts. Direct messages via twitter and emails via the contact form, are definitely available though! And, of course, there is the phone.c

I am looking very forward to cumversing with you!

XXX,

Vanessa

CumverseWithMe.com Updates 09/25/2017

Hello, all! Thank you for taking the time to read this brief notice of updates at CumverseWithMe.com. To those of you who might’ve been looking forward to a new erotica post this week, only to discover a “boring” updates post, I apologize, BUT I assure you that new erotica will be posted in the near future AND this posting does contain erotica-relevant updates… .

On that note, for those of you who are fans of D&D (I’m talking about Dungeons & Dragons….not Dicks & Dildos…but don’t despair! For, in this instance, the two subjects are, in fact, intertwined!), Fantasy role-play gaming, swords and sorcery, Lord of the Rings, a Game of Thrones (you get the idea), I will soon also be posting original erotica for  Naked Blades and at the Tavern of the Broken Axe forums, in the aforementioned style of fantasy, genre. You can join and look for me there, under the character name Lysandra (is anyone out there a Throne of Glass series fan?). My personal writer’s alcove, within the Writer’s Salon at the Tavern of the Broken Axe forums, is presently empty… But it will not remain so. I am working on a lusty, brothel-themed story series involving elves, nymphs, warriors, and so on…because–come on!–who doesn’t want to nail a hot, captive, elven maiden!? I invite you to join me there, at the tavern, or stay tuned for postings of the stories within my blog here. Either way, I’m very excited about writing at the Tavern forums and submitting stories to Naked Blades!

Now, onto far less interesting, but no less important, updates… some of you might have noticed that texting is no longer happening  for CumverseWithMe.com (and, yes, I will be updating my voice recording sample to reflect this, very soon). Due to an unfortunate incident with my previous phone number, a new number had to be used at my site. This new number no longer allows for texting… My deepest apologies for the inconvenience! That said, I have made it easier for those wishing to get in touch with me quickly, to easily fill out a contact form from my website. If you look on my main page, the very first link in my site’s new menu is “CONTACT ME”. Please use this if you have any questions, concerns, requests or if you just want to get to know me a little better before scheduling a session with me–after all, isn’t phone sex more exciting when the person you are speaking with, becomes that much more real to you? I look forward to hearing from you!

In addition to the new”CONTACT ME” link on CumverseWithMe.com, my site’s new interactive menu also boasts links to pages including “My BLOG”, “My Gallery”, “My Schedule”, “Sessions & Tribute”, “Specialties”, “Limits & Boundaries” and, of course “Erotica” (containing links to the short stories I’ve posted in my blog, so that you can easily find what you are looking for, or follow a specific series of stories, without having to dig through my blog entries for them.). I am quite proud of the addition of this menu and its content. convenient updates regarding my website can also be tracked when you follow my Twitter feed @cumversewithme.

It is one of my goals to continue to make CumverseWithMe.com, both easier and more pleasurable to navigate.

Again, thank you for reading this “boring” notice of updates! Please take some time to visit and (hopefully) bookmark my website and to follow me on Twitter @cumversewithme to receive more immediate site updates. I look forward to cumversing with you! 

XXX,

Vanessa

Adventures in Marriage ~ One ~ Shes Ass-king for it!

Adventures in Marriage ~ ONE ~ She’s Ass-king for it!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:

 

I decided to introduce Mark to my high-school cheer uniform and, I  must admit, , even though I workout regularly and watch what I eat, I was still amazed that I could still squeeze into it after all these years! Sure, the hem barely concealed my ass, but at 29 years old, I still look smokin’ in it!

Slipping into the short, pleated white, blue and gray outfit, I paired it with white knee-high socks, clean white sneakers, and bound my strawberry blond hair into the obligatory pigtails. Beneath the skirt, I hid a surprise for my husband–a pair of sweet white lace boyshort panties which came high enough in back to expose the round bottoms of my tanned, toned ass cheeks.

Quietly, I sneaked downstairs to find Mark lounging on the couch in jeans and an open plaid shirt. My carpenter works hard and it definitely showed on his toned chest and deliciously flat abs. I couldn’t wait to play!

Addressing him as though he were a neighbor, and in my sweetest teen girl voice, I caught his attention by saying “Hey…Mr. Jones?”. Glancing up at me, his brief look of confusion changed quickly to one of shock and delight!

I shyly approached, coming to stand before him, between his spread knees. Not taking his eyes off my legs, where his gaze was fixed on a location just below the hem of my skirt, he clicked the TV remote to “off”. I saw his mood shift from relaxed to predatory. Perfect.

I pouted, telling him “I got kicked off the squad today… Captain told me my ass got too big over summer break. She said I couldn’t be in A squad anymore. She told me that my ass was good for nothin’ if it’s this big… You don’t think my ass is good for nothin’, do you, Mr. Jones?”. I turned to give him a view of just how scantily covered my rounded ass was in the tiny skirt. It was true after all, even if I had stayed in excellent shape all these years, that my ass was bigger than it had been in high school… His fingers went immediately up the back of my skirt and brushed the lace beneath. My pussy throbbed at the contact.

Mark told me darkly “I can think of a few things that your ass is good for, baby…”.

“Really? Like what?” I asked over my shoulder, while I began to make my way back to the stairs. Mark rose from the couch, following, stalking me with a predatory gaze. I was careful to stay ahead of him, just out of reach as I made my way to the second floor…like a proper little prick-tease. A prick-tease who would soon get exactly what was coming to her.

When he caught up with me in the bedroom, he didn’t hesitate. He pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands down my body, fingers seeking the edge of that skirt. His cock was rock hard against my back, so I gasped playfully, asking “Mr. Jones! What are you doing! You shouldn’t touch me that way… Daddy will be so angry if he finds out”.

Mark’s lips curled into what I suspect was a wicked smile, against the top of my head “Are you going to tell him, little Dina?”

“Well…..no.” I admitted, trying to sound convincingly uneasy. I struggled to keep the smile out of my voice.

He pulled me towards the dresser, opened the top drawer…and extracted a familiar bundle of nylon rope. I effected a nervous frown, asking him ” Wh-what’s that for?”

“To make sure you stay put while I show you what that juicy round ass is really good for.”

“But…what if I don’t want that?”

“It makes no difference. I mean, you can try to get away, of course–” he said “but I’ll catch you…and it will just make me want to fuck you harder”.

So, naturally…I tried. Ducking beneath his arm, I barely took one step before he locked an arm around me and easily wrestled me down onto the bed, face to the matress. He held me down with his knee while he guided my arms up over my head. He began wrapping the rope around my wrists. My breaths came faster. I was too turned on by this point to try making a break for it again. Those little white lace panties of mine, were soaked!

Once my hands were bound, Mark, remaining in character, asked me how old I was. Feeling scandalous, I told him “I’m 15”. He asked me if anyone had ever licked my pussy before. I told him “My boyfriend did once but we almost got caught and he had to stop…”

“Well, no one is going to find us here and I am certainly not going to stop” Mark replied. Then said “You’re going to get that pussy licked properly this time”. He reached beneath my pleated skirt and began to drag down the lacy white boyshorts, making a growl of approval as he did so. He slid them down my legs and off, tossing them to the floor. He pulled my legs open, none-too-gently, and settled between them. He pushed the skirt up over my ass, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks as he did so. Pressing his face into my ass next, he began tonguing my tight little asshole…he paused just long enough to say “Oh, little Dina…I’ll bet no boy ever did this to you before. You must feel so dirty…and you should”. I squirmed, moaning. It felt fucking amazing! Then, before long, he moved down to make good on his earlier promise.

Working a finger into my tight little asshole, he sucked and nibbled my clit, making me whimper and cry out. His finger slowly moved more deeply into my ass while he ate me aggressively. On the verge of cumming, I ground my pussy back against his face. Abruptly, he stopped, earning my whine of protest. An evil chuckle was his only reply.

He rolled me over onto my side then. Readjusting the rope, he brought my wrists down in front of my chest, crisscrossing the dangling lengths of rope. He drew them up around my neck then down my back, crossing them again before binding my ankles. He left a generous amount of slack.

Part of the reasoning for that slack became clear when he pulled my wrists down so that my hands reached to between my thighs. He then handed me my hot pink, rabbit-style vibrator. Leaning close, he said softly against my ear “You’re going to fuck yourself with that, little girl”.

With a quiver in my voice, I asked “What are you going to do to me?”.

He undressed, making me wait for the answer. All the while he kept his eyes on me; the weight of their intensity making me ache. Finally, he wrapped a hand around his incredibly hard, nearly-eight-inch cock, and said “Baby, I’m going to fuck you with this. But, I’m going to put it deep inside that sweet round ass of yours. You’re going to go home tonight with my cum dripping out of your ass, down your pretty thighs, and you’ll still be feeling what I did to you, tomorrow morning when you walk to school”.

Damn, role-playing with Mark is hot!

I protested, telling him “It’s too big to put there and it’s wrong! Please, Mr. Jones! It won’t fit, it’ll hurt and I’m scared”.

“It doesn’t matter” a wicked grin curved his delicious lips. “You’re getting it up your tight ass, whether you want it or not…and I will make it fit”.

He pushed the vibrator between my legs and slid it straight into my very wet pussy. He expertly turned it on, setting it to my favorite setting. Then he wrapped my own fingers around the base. I had to concentrate hard on not cumming immediately.

He slid a blindfold over my eyes next–I hadn’t even seen him take that out–and I soon heard the wet sound of him applying lubricant to the length of his cock. I listened hard, the lack of seeing made me hyper aware and my anticipation built to a new intensity.

Then, I felt the head of his dick pressing firmly against my asshole. I couldn’t help it–I shivered, excited. He hesitated only seconds, waiting for the initial resistance of my body to recede…then he was pressing his hard length inside of me.

He began to move deeper inside, then out, then back in…I moaned like the wanton little whore that Mark always turned me into. The vibrator in my pussy…Mark, making me take it up the ass… It felt incredible!

I told him “Too big…it’s too big…”.

He leaned forward to whisper his smug reply–“I’m not even all the way inside of you yet”. I whimpered. He loved it, fucking me faster, going deeper with each thrust until he was indeed all the way inside me. So…deep…inside of me.

While Mark’s shaft moved in long strokes, inside my ass, and my vibrator relentlessly massaged my clit, I was soon taken over with a seemingly endless, intensely-consuming, orgasm. I screamed through it, knowing the neighbors would hear, but didn’t care. It was insane, rendering me utterly helpless! Mark let loose something like a war cry, cumming hard soon thereafter. I could tell that it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. As mine was for me.

We lay there for a time, catching our breath. Eventually, Mark pulled out of me, smoothed a lock of my hair and began removing the blindfold, rope and vibrator. He was no longer the lecherous, hot older neighbor. He was again my husband. He lovingly kissed my forehead and murmured against my skin “I’m going to go clean up, then pour you a nice hot bubble bath, love. Rest here until I come get you”. With a boyish smile he rose from the bed and left. I practically purred my delight, watching that man’s gorgeous ass while he walked away. I own that ass, I thought happily. And damn, if he don’t own mine right back!

 

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Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

I remember watching the TV series, Firefly, when it first aired. I was fairly enamored of Inara, the “Companion” (high class prostitute/coutesan). She rented a shuttle from the space captain, Mal. When she applied to be his tenant (shown in a later episode), she assured him that he most certainly would rent it to her and at a fraction of his asking price. When he asked her why she believed so, she replied confidently that it is because she brought “a certain respectability…”.

Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève, courtesan of the Night Court, is a fictional character in an epic and addictive Fantasy/BDSM genre book series called Kushiel’s Dart, written by author, Jacqueline Carey. I’ve read all six novels in this series, at least three times over now. Throughout the series, Phèdre both embodies and helps to reform, the already-highly-sophisticated sex trade within her culture. The Night Court is the central focus within her D`Angeline society. Sex isn’t just socially acceptable, it is also celebrated, glorified, appreciated and beautified! The courtesans of the Night Court are highly trained, specialized professionals who represent the classiest of pastimes within the city. Trained to have impeccable manners, numerous skills, and an artful representation of themselves and their trade. You cannot read these books without coming away from it wishing that there were a place of its quality, artistry and beauty, somewhere on this planet.

Even within our real-life human history, there is room for such approach within the sex trade. For example, consider the Geisha. These Japanese courtesans were highly educated and trained to be living art in their communities. Again, they were so much more than solicitors of sexual expertise.

These three examples are meant to bring a hint of the attributes which such things as tradition, art, sophistication, education and respect, can bring to something as basic (or as complicated) as sex.

My entrance into the sex trade was a rather innocent one. I wanted to dance for an audience. I also wanted to make some money doing something I loved. I started out camming on one of the more popular sites for this service. I bellydanced! I absolutely revel in bellydancing. I would turn on my WebCam, put on my favorite blues music, come on camera wearing a skimpy but beautiful belly dance costume. And dance my heart out until my body didn’t want to move anymore! I made so very little in tips, as the men mostly wanted to pay to see my boobs (as if there weren’t already enough models providing that particular service! For free, no less!), but I still received a great deal of appreciation for what I did. The very first day that I attempted this pastime, I found a message in my inbox. A man had written me to tell me how I had made his day especially wonderful. He had watched me dance, enjoyed the blues, and sipped a glass of wine. For me, that message was the best thing I received from my experience of dancing on WebCam. It made me feel as though I had brought something beautiful and unique to others. And yes, something sexy as well!

High quality, classy entertainment, and the sex trade are a natural love-match.

I realize that the opinion I am about to present might very well open me up to some criticism. But I personally feel that the most common presentation of the sex trade, in our modern society, is a lazy one! We are lazy in our presentations of it as well as in our expectations of it. Granted, a good deal of this is due to the fact that much of the sex trade is either illegal, discouraged or frowned upon. I won’t deny that this trade is stifled. While in novels, film or rare moments in history, it has been depicted as a profession of refinement, this is seldom the case nowadays. Its existence anywhere though, tells me that we are, nonetheless, craving this higher expression of our sexuality.

I recognize that the general public view of sex and the sex trade, has in fact evolved by leaps and bounds over these past few decades. People are not only becoming more comfortable with it, but we have reached a point where it is not even uncommon for individuals to identify as something more/other than simply male or female. I personally even know a particular 13-year-old who has come to passionately refer to her/himself as “gender fluid” and “pansexual”. I have received quite an education on these labels, in fact, by this individual… Our younger generations are already feeling the need to move into new new territory, sexually, than that of the limited range of their predecessors. What’s next?

Now, imagine a world where the sex trade reaches a point of accessibility and acceptability, by which it becomes possible to even consider it a trade worthy of legitimate education. Imagine the possibilities if we could open ourselves to sex in all its artistic potential. If our society could embrace it for its beauty, it’s therapeutic qualities, and simply it’s natural and rightful place within our humanity. There is so much more to be explored in the sex trade then what we have thus far. Don’t get me wrong… As a phone sex operator I am most certainly aware of just how thoroughly certain aspects of the sex trade have been explored…but we are still neglecting so much of it. so much of it which could be seen as breathtakingly beautiful, were we to give it the chance.

Human sexuality is as diverse as the world around us. While, I agree, there are some stones that can be gladly left unturned, there are so many other wonders which we don’t begin to explore because much of modern day society shakes its finger at us and says “No, no, no… put your clothes back on!”.

I realize there is a great deal more that can be said here on all angles of this subject. More than I can express in one blog. But these are thoughts I’ve had many times over. I welcome the thoughts of others on this subject. Whether you agree with me or disagree, or have a perspective somewhere in between, or perhaps even a thought on a subject that is off to the side as it were, I would love to hear it!

 

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Kami’s First Blowjob – Submissive Training

Kami’s First Blowjob – Submissive Training

 

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

~Kami~

College life was going smoothly enough these first two weeks, if a bit overwhelming. Kami had kept a low profile and, so far, it had worked out well. After years of attending private school, for girls only, coed college was proving to be a head-spinner…

Kami was a pretty enough girl–freshfaced with clear gray eyes, a sweet shy smile, long ash brown hair that fell in soft curls around her shoulders, and her 5’6″ frame boasted a rather curvy little figure. Her shapely legs were well-toned from years of tennis, badminton and volleyball. The last two weeks of her summer break were spent at her father’s cabin, where Kami spent more time swimming in the lake then anything else! Her legs and ass could certainly testify to y that, given how firm they looked in the short denim shorts she currently wore.

After the many hours spent in crowded lecture halls so far today, Kami found herself craving a place to hide. She still wasn’t accustomed to being around so many people–and the boys! She had never been around so many boys in her life! Sure, she had experienced a handful of make out sessions while away at summer camps, but they were always so closely monitored. Making out rarely went much further than a little over-the-shirt action before someone lost their nerve, expecting to be caught at any second. Kami had been aware, however, that the possibility of being discovered while in a compromising situation, had thrilled her…not frightened her.

Kami was most definitely still a virgin… So many restless nights, laying in her bed, exploring her own body, had left her so very curious about what it might be like to be explored by another.

All the same, this afternoon she found herself wantingTo put distance between herself and others.

After finding a dark hiding place beneath the bleachers in one of the large campus gymnasiums, Kami settled in with her tablet and began studying. Before long, however, she became aware that there were eyes on her.

 

~Billy~

Billy had trailed the new girl down the halls. He assumed her to be 18 or 19 years old. He was 22 and nearing the end of his college career. Well-built with dark, almost black hair, bright blue eyes and a handsome face, Billy was quite attractive to the college chicks, and he knew it. He didn’t date often. He didn’t care to get attached. His home was several states away from his college and any relationships he developed would most likely have to be left behind when he moved back home. Still, a guy needs to play, right? And this cute little brunette whom he was tracking, looked like someone he’d love to play with. She looked so…innocent. Damn, how he wanted to see that innocence undone! Undone, by his own hands…

When he saw her slip into that empty gymnasium, he followed quietly. He watched her find a place under the bleachers where she settled in to read. He continued watching her for a while, imagining the things he craved doing to her, allowing his dick to harden while he examined each curve of her tight little body. When she finally looked up, meeting his eyes, he gave her a confident smirk and approached, ducking beneath the bleachers. Her eyes widened a little, like a doe caught in headlights, he thought. Did she feel like pray? He smiled a little more at the idea. She definitely looked nervous…yet fairly well-composed. She made an effort to cover her startled reaction. Good. He liked that she didn’t allow herself to get too shaken.

“Hey there, sweetheart” he said,  “You looked so content under here and I couldn’t help wanting to join you. I hope you don’t mind?”. She pressed her lips together, looking uncertain but didn’t object. he leaned over her, pressing his hands against the wall and stared down at her pretty face, which tilted up to meet his looming gaze…and didn’t that just give him all kinds of ideas!

He smirked again and placed one hand confidently on the side of her face, pressing his fingers into that soft brown hair. Again, she looked a little startled. He really enjoyed that. Just like last time though, she reined in her reaction and affected a calm expression. He liked that too.

 

~Kami~

She felt her heart racing like that of a terrified rabbit. She was determined though, not to let this boy see how strongly he had affected her.

When he had placed his hand on the side of her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair, shock and heat had zinged through her. She stayed very still, her eyes fixed on his, as his hand continued to move through her hair to the back of her head. He gathered that hair into his fist and gripped it at the nape of her neck. She didn’t miss the heat that gathered in his own gaze. Her body responded to it. A slight shift in her position made her aware that her panties had become very wet!

“So pretty…” He said quietly, presumably to himself. Then, in a stronger voice he said “I want to see those pretty pink lips around my cock”.

Kami again felt her eyes open wide, her cheeks growing hot at this boy’s brazenness. Her heart still pounded hard and her whole body thrummed. Her breathing came fast, and, for all that she was shocked and frightened, she realized she had no desire to leave. Even though she really should.

As if reading her thoughts, he gave her that cocky smile again and gave her hair a little tug to remind her that she was not the one in control right now. She blinked rapidly, swallowed hard, and made a decision…she gave in to the  moment.

Kami recognized a sharpening in his expression that suggested he’d read her silent compliance–her submission to this–in her pale gray eyes.

He raised one finger to his own cheek, to get her attention, then moved his hand down. Her eyes tracked its movement. When it rested on his belt buckle, she drew in a soft shuddering breath, anticipating. Curiosity and lust tempered her fear.

His fingers moved. The belt buckle fell open with a soft “click”. He undid the button on his jeans and began to reach for the fly, but then he stopped. He said to her “Unzip me. I want to watch you take my cock out”.

She swallowed hard again and lifted her hands, noticing how they trembled. He noticed them too and she didn’t miss the wicked way he smiled at that.

She gripped and pulled down the zipper fly. She pulled open the two sides of his jeans to expose the navy blue plaid boxers beneath. Tentatively, she reached to pull down the jeans and boxers just enough to see… And there he was… A very hard, thick shaft that was a little over 7 inches, by her estimation, with a wide mushroom head. While she gazed at it, taking in the view of the first cock she had ever seen in person, a tiny pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip of its head.

This boy before her–had he even told her his name?–tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back enough to meet his gaze. He told her “I want you to lick that off”. He relaxed his grip a bit, to let her return her attention to that very task.

Unsure, she parted her lips to reach out with her tongue. Abruptly, he pushed her face forward, gripping his own cock and placing the tip of it within her reach. She did as she was told and tasted the warm saltiness of him. When her tongue made contact with his sensitive, smooth flesh, he bit out a curse, then commanded her “Lick it all off! Then circle your tongue around it”. She hesitated only a moment, wondering briefly if it were possible that he knew she’d never done this before. Then she lapped at him in earnest, taking in every drop of what he offered her, before exploring the rest of that now-glistening mushroom head with her tongue.

She reached up with one hand and touched his own, which was wrapped around the base of his shaft. Promptly, he removed his hand to grasp hers and placed it where his had been only a moment before. She wrapped slender fingers around it, amazed that he could feel so hard and yet so soft at the same time. She moved her fingers along the smooth, taut skin, enjoying the feel of him. When he pushed her head forward again, she took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“That’s it, baby…” he praised. “Now suck on it”. Kami did, beginning to draw him in and out as she did so. His moans began to echo in the empty gymnasium. His hand which gripped her hair, began to push and pull her, not so gently encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth. she felt a little awkward but was determined to do this right. She had enjoyed his praise more than she’d expected to.

One of Kami’s older cousin’s had once regaled her with stories about how to give head. She had been more than a little fascinated by her cousin’s exploits, and eager to experience such things for herself. Now Kami pulled  everything she could from her memory banks, recalling what her cousin claimed men liked and, even more important, what she had warned against doing.

Suddenly, and without warning, he held her head still and shoved his cock to the back of her throat. He held it there until he heard her gag. “Good girl…” he growled, as tears formed in her eyes then rolled down her flushed cheeks.. “Fuck, that feels amazing! Don’t fucking stop. You’re going to make me cum”. He was fucking her face now, not really allowing her to move her own head, but Kami did her best to keep a tight seal on his cock, trying not to let up on the suction except to swirl her tongue around the head whenever he pulled back enough. Was she really doing this?

“Stroke my balls, sweet thing…oh, yeah… Stick your other hand in your shorts, right down into your panties. You know how to make that little pussy cum. I know you do. I want to feel you moaning around my dick”.

Needing the release badly, Kami eagerly obliged him, unbuttoning her shorts before slipping her hand down into her wet cotton panties. She made frantic circles over her swollen clit and felt the pressure of her arousal building. With her mouth full of this boy’s cock, she moaned around it and felt certain he could feel the vibrations of her voice against that thick, throbbing shaft.

The intensity peaked and her orgasm smashed into her! She screamed around his erection and his response was immediate. His grip tightened further on her hair and he thrust into her mouth with abandon, beginning to cum into her. She felt the hot spurts hit her tongue, tasting the salty bitterness of it in her mouth. A final wave of her own orgasm crested and left her mindless for an incredible moment.

Still holding her head in place, panting from his own release, he commanded her “swallow all of it”. Without a thought, she complied. “Good girl…” he said again, finally releasing his grip on her hair and allowing her to release him in return. He stroked her brunette curls as he looked down at her with an odd expression on his face…one Kami couldn’t quite interpret. As though the words were pulled from him, he asked her “What is your dorm number?”. She told him, watching while he put himself back to rights. He gave a brief nod, seeming curiously resigned. Looking past her then, he said “you will be seeing me again”.

A wicked glint came into his eyes then, glancing down at her still-open shorts… With Kami’s confused gaze following his movements, he reached down into one side of the loosened garment, breaking the delicate strap of her bikini-style panties on that side, and then he did the same to the other. With one sharp motion he yanked her destroyed panties out from her shorts. Her sudden gasp only made his eyes dance with enjoyment. He balled her cum-drenched panties in his fist, showing them to her and gave her one more of those maddening smirks, before turning and walking away.

 

~Billy~

As Billy reached the gymnasium doors, he turned to take one last look at the pretty, disheveled creature whom, he knew, would quickly become his addiction. She still knelt where he’d left her, watching him with speculative eyes. There were so many things he wished to do to her, to introduce her to. And he would. He would take her innocence apart piece by delicious piece. And he’d make damn sure she loved every second of it, in spite of herself.

One last thing occurred to him before he stepped through those doors. He called out “By the way, I’m Billy!”. She looked startled for just a second, but replied simply “I’m Kami…”.

He thoroughly enjoyed seeing that moment in her eyes when she fully realized what she had just done with a complete stranger.

 

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