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Getting naughty with Vanessa…
“What do you like?”, “How would you like to get naughty?”
These are questions which I get asked often, in calls. It still touches me that, while paying for a session, you guys still want to know what you can do to turn me on!
First off…your excitement is most important to me. Knowing that I am hitting the right “buttons” excites me… I get wet knowing that you’re turned on by me, by the naughty things I’m doing and saying. I have found myself getting very hot over things that I’d never have expected would turn me on, simply because the guy I’m playing with, is so into it! I can’t say it enough–if you’re loving it, then I’m getting off on it too!
As for my personal kinks, turn-on’s, favorite roles, and go-to masturbation fantasies…
I love to be dominated!! When a man tells me how he wants to hold me down, tie me up, and make me take it, however and wherever he wants to give it to me…my body turns to lava and I get wet, fast! I’m getting wet right now, just writing about it!
I love to fantasize about being the teen babysitter, schoolgirl or cheerleader… Being seduced by the older neighbor or, hell, the entire college football team!
Yep, these are the kinds of things that this naughty housewife daydreams about, while she’s home alone, taking breaks from her chores…
And…I really love anal sex! Some of my best, most intense orgasms have happened during anal sex, while I use a favorite vibrator on my clit. We are talking scream-inducing, uncontrolled climaxes, here–tell me you’re going to make me take it all, up my tight, sexy ass, and listen to me lose control!
Oral? Oh, yes! On you? Yes please!! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made myself cum, masturbating to the thought of a man gripping my hair, to hold me in place, while he cums in my mouth or all over my face!
I respond very well to passionate scenarios… The more you want me, the more you want to do dirty, naughty things to me…the more responsive and excited I am going to get.
As you have likely already realized, I also really love toys… Vibrators, dildos, Benewah balls…did I mention vibrators? I really love vibrators… There is one next to me, right now, which is looking extremely tempting, while I write this!
Despite being primarily submissive, I have been surprised often, by how turned on I get by the idea of tying someone else up. Of making you endure my will. I must even admit to experiencing an adrenaline rush from being sexually dominant and even cruel. I am most comfortable in a submissive role but I suppose we all have the capacity to get high off of power. I am no exception.
Being a PSO (phone sex operator), I expect that it should come as no surprise when I tell you that money turns me on, also. I even love to read about courtesans, geisha, and other professions like my own throughout history. The thought of a man giving me cash so that he can take his release with me, is hot! I mean, REALLY! Hot!
Heard enough about what I like best? Okay…
I am also quite good with role-play. I am intelligent, articulate and skilled with storytelling. I enjoy being a new character. I am very comfortable with make-believe. My vivid imagination and well-developed inner eye, will put me right there in the fantasy with you! Want me to be someone in particular? Want to fulfill an elaborate fantasy which is unobtainable in our daily mundane lives? Want to try something new, naughty and daring, in a safe manner? I am very willing to help you with that…
I enjoy mutual masturbation, masturbation instruction, telling you what I am doing to myself or what I would like to be doing to you…
I adore the girlfriend experience! I am sweet, affectionate, romantic, extremely appreciative of being spoiled, eager to please and I love to build a bonded relationship with my guy.
I’ve tried many new things, since becoming a PSO. It has been my aim to push my own boundaries, explore new things… Everyone has limits, of course, but I try to take my own with a grain of salt. When it comes to trying anything truly new or uncomfortable, I gain courage from information. The more I know, the better I can settle into the role. If you are unsure about my ability to take on whatever it is you have in mind, don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m very easy to talk to. I am sweet, caring and encouraging. I don’t bite… Unless asked to! And, when I do, be assured that I enjoy it!!
So…what are you looking for?
Written by Vanessa Raqs
Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:
In preparation for the surprise I had planned for my husband, Mark, I’d paid for an afternoon at the salon. I had a sexy ambush planned for him…
While the stylist worked to transform me, I’d watched pieces of my hair fall to the floor, in the unfamiliar shade of chestnut brown she’d temporarily dyed it to. She would continue my makeover by adding big, beautiful soft curls to my otherwise straight hair. I was enjoying seeing someone other than the familiar strawberry blond, in the mirror before me.
For my makeover, I got the works! I’d had a flawless mani/pedi and my long, lovely nails were a seductive shade of deep burgundy. My skin was glowing from an earlier facial and I would be getting my makeup done before I left the establishment also. Smoky eyes and false lashes were just the tip of the iceberg there… I’d brought a duffle with me, which contained a brand-new pair of black, thigh high leather boots, the sexiest curve-hugging bronze halter dress I’d ever seen, some large hoop earrings and bangle bracelets in antique brass, and an elegant black velvet choker that I’d playfully pinned a brass-colored bell to.
By The time I left the salon, I looked like a completely different woman… Which was exactly what I had planned for!
I stowed my other clothes in the backseat of my car and drove to the north end of the city, where my husband currently works. I parked a block away from the apartment complex, which he and his crew were constructing, and parked. I waited.
When I received Mark’s customary text–expressing gratitude for the end of another work day, and telling me he’d be home soon–I left the car and began walking towards the site. I passed other men, sending appreciative glances my way and I will admit, I felt myself walk a little taller and lift my breasts a little higher, enjoying the attention.
I soon spotted the man I was really looking for. He passed right by me…but not without glancing at my legs! That made me chuckle to myself. He hadn’t recognized me! A wide grin split my face as I called out “Hey, there, handsome…”.
Mark spun on his heels at the familiar sound of my voice, and he looked right past me, at first… Then his brown eyes landed solidly on me, somewhat bewildered. He looked delicious, standing there in his construction gear… Six feet tall, the wind rifling his short, dark hair. I strode towards him, working an extra swing into my hips. My earlier makeover was helping me to feel especially confident and in-character.
When I’d come close enough to be heard without raising my voice, I said “Looking to party?”. Mark’s eyes lit up with comprehension! I knew this was a fantasy he’d been interested in, for sometime. That wicked smile which I love so well, transformed his face into the expression which always made my panties wet.
“Well, hello there, sweet thing. I might be interested in a party… What’s your name?”
I almost told him it was Dina, simply out of a lifelong habit. But, I had prepared details for this role-play. It would only work right, if I completed the illusion of being someone else entirely. So, I told him “I’m Genevieve… What’s your name, baby?”.
Mark could not restrain his grin, as he decided to be someone else, also, telling me “I’m Jim! Hey…why don’t we step between those buildings, there… I happen to know this area very well and there’s a rather private little alcove just ahead, where we can conduct our…private discussion”.
Mark took my hand and guided me discreetly between the buildings, though I am sure we did not go unnoticed, which gave me a thrill. This was so exciting!
He pulled me into a little alcove just off the alley which was indeed very private. We could no longer be seen directly from the street.
I leaned my shoulder against a doorjamb there, and Mark leaned over me, placing a hand against the wall above my head. Having him loom over me like that was sexy as hell!
“What do you charge, doll?” he asked me.
Truly, I had no idea what a prostitute would typically charge, but I did know that Mark had collected winnings from some of the other guys at work today, from a bet they’d all placed on yesterday’s football game. I also knew what it would cost me to buy the new handbag I’d had my eye on…
I placed my manicured hands against his chest, enjoying the heat of his body. I looked him in the eyes and pressed close to whisper against his ear “It’ll cost you $200 for a really good time…”. Then, for no reason other than knowing Mark would take it as a challenge, I added firmly “But, I don’t do anal”. I hardened my expression briefly to convey to him that I was serious.
He gave me a cocky smirk and reached into his pocket. Extracting his wallet, he counted out several bills and put them in my hand. I bent forward enough to give him a good view, straight into my cleavage, and tucked the bills into my thigh-high leather boots.
I stood up straight again. His hand slid behind my neck. He rubbed his thumb up and down the column of my neck, making me shiver, while he took in the sight of me. Then, his hand slid up the back of my head and gathered my hair, gripping it firmly.
He tugged down, guiding me by my hair to lower myself to the smooth cement pad, onto my knees before him. I was suddenly grateful that I’d chosen to wear the high leather boots as opposed to a pair of strappy, come-fuck-me heels.
Without a word, He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his rock hard, nearly-eight-inch cock. Pressing the tip of it to my lips, he pushed on the back of my head for additional encouragement. My tongue darted out to taste his skin, then I took the head of that beautiful cock into my warm, wet mouth. I moaned, taking my first suck.
Maintaining his grip on my hair, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock to the sensitive back of my throat. He always did enjoy playing rough… I found it exciting as well! I obligingly gagged on his cock. Tears formed in my eyes and spilled down my flushed cheeks. I sucked harder.
The silky black g-string I’d purchased for the occasion, quickly became drenched with my arousal, while Mark continued to fuck my face. He shoved his cock as deeply as he could before withdrawing again. Each time he thrust, the little bell on my velvet choker gave a tiny “ting”.
“Thats it, Genevieve, take it deep. You need to earn what I paid you. Oh, fuck, yeah!” He bit out a curse when I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, just before he pushed it back into my throat, making my little bell jingle again. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks, and all the while, I purred for him.
Before I could make him cum,he pulled me off his cock by my hair. He helped me up to my feet. Tucking his hands beneath my ass, he lifted me. My legs went around his waist and he pressed me against the dusty brick wall of the building behind us. My tight dress rose above my hips. Mark reached to yank my panties to one side, before forcing his cock into me with one hard thrust. I gasped from the sudden shock of entry. Then I whimpered, submitting to him.
Mark fucked me hard against the wall, pounding my pussy mercilessly. I held onto him, moaning, feeling his balls slap against my ass. An orgasm built and soon broke over me. I bit his shoulder to help muffle my screams while I came, my pussy contracting violently around his shaft.
My body went limp against Mark. I panted, attempting to catch my breath. He slowed his pace, thrusting in and out of me at a more relaxed pace.
Finally he pulled out of me, and helped me down to find my footing on the ground. My legs trembled beneath me, unsteady. Mark grasped my shoulders, guided me to turn around. He gave me a little push to offset my balance and I brought my hands up quickly to brace against the brick wall so I wouldn’t stumble.
While I was distracted with staying upright, Mark grasped the delicate straps of my thin panties and promptly ripped them away from my body. I gasped again from the sting. Before I could say anything though, he positioned his hard cock–slick and wet from fucking me–against my tight asshole.
Remembering to stay in character, I snapped at him “I told you, no anal!”.
He wrapped one arm firmly around my waist to keep me immobilized, then continued to push his dick inside me. He whispered, harshly into my ear “And I told you, that you need to earn what I paid you”. His breaths came ragged as he forced his cock into my ass.
He brought up his free hand to clasp over my mouth, as though keeping his “unwilling” prostitute from calling for help, and leaned his body into mine, pressing me against the rough wall. He fucked me hard!
“Thats a good girl. Take it” he hissed, breath hot against my tear-streaked face. “Take it all, right up that ass, and moan. Show me you love it!” And I did.
With a hard grunt and a barely restrained yell, Mark shot his load into me. He filled my ass with his cum–cum which would be dripping down my thighs in moments.
He dropped his forehead to rest against the back of my head while he worked to catch his breath. Eventually, he said “You okay, babe?”
A breathy chuckle escaped me. In a husky whisper, I told him “I’m fantastic!”.
He laughed into my hair. “Fuck, I love you, Dina…” He said.
Mark helped me straighten my dress and disheveled appearance.
We walked, arms around one another, back out onto the street, leaving behind the torn black panties. He walked me back to my car, his cum dripping down the inside of my thighs, all the way. we shared one long, passionate kiss before he closed my car door and went to locate his own vehicle. I started my engine, looking forward to the shower he and I would share when we arrived back at our home.
Recalling the text he’d sent me when he’d left work, I held off from immediately pulling into traffic. I retrieved my phone and opened my text messages. He had written “I hate Mondays! So glad the workday is done. On my way home, love. Can’t wait to see you”.
Now, I responded with “Hurry home, husband. I have a surprise for you. I dyed my hair! You’ll get to make love to a new wife tonight.”
His reply was an emoji…with devil’s horns!
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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.
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Adventures in Marriage ~ ONE ~ She’s Ass-king for it!
Written by Vanessa Raqs
Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:
I’d 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 nonetheless 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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