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First Time Phone Sex

First time phone sex is… Exhilarating! Fun. Secretive. Naughty. Maybe a little scary… And very…rewarding!

And, let me say straight off, that the absolute best thing about phone sex (in my opinion) is the lush, excitingly dirty array of possibilities it lays, so alluring, before us. Be anyone. Try anything. Imagine everything exactly the way you need/want it to be! Within the world of phone sex, we explore the depths of arousal, kinks and fantasy. We are limited by no more than our individual imaginations and personal preferences.

I still remember the intense thrill of encouraging and experiencing phone sex with my boyfriends, as a teenager. So often, more exciting and fulfilling than the real life act. The human mind has, after all, always provided the epitome of aphrodisiacal fruit!

I remember being too shy to ask my boyfriends to say the things I wanted most to hear, from them. I also remember though, the intense reaction of my body when they would at last find the courage to tell me all the dirty, naughty, sexy, TEASING things they wanted to do to my body. I was relentless in creatively finding ways to coax and inspire them to “open up” to me about their desires… I couldn’t get enough of those dirty, wicked conversations! I remember brushing inexperienced fingers over the wet spot on my panties, while I listened with rapt attention, wanting, yearning, and every part of my body gone electric with desire. Even now, remembering those daring, late-night phone calls, their tentative exploration–so delicious to an inexperienced teen girl–is making me wet! Such simple things too, back then… I remember how it would light my body on fire when a boy told me, in husky, excited tones, that he wanted to pull my shirt off, unclasp my bra, and take my nipples between his lips. How he hoped I might wear a skirt to the movies with him, so that he could easily slip his hand beneath it to play with me in the dark theater. I remember how it would make me pant and moan to hear him talk about sliding his fingers inside me for the first time, and whisper about how badly he wanted to taste me. I remember the thrill of those blunt and brazen statements, like “I want to fuck you so deep and hard!” or “Oh my god, Vanessa–I want to be inside you so badly right now–I could just cum in my pants, thinking about it!”. Not so taboo, by more mature standards, but when you are a teen girl speaking in hushed tones over the phone, to an equally excited boy (whom your parents wouldn’t allow you to be left alone, behind closed doors with) it was ALL the allure of the forbidden, and more!

First-time phone sex is quite simply a sexual delicacy for which I can only be thankful! The act of phone sex is still one of my favorite activities today, and my memories of those first times, are enough to get my blood pumping even now.

As a phone sex operator, the experience takes on a new level of excitement; encountering strangers and varying pallets of desire. I will admit that I still feel a touch of nervousness when the phone rings… I’ve been told, by a few of my regular callers, that nervousness occurs on both sides. While I don’t feel that I am someone that anyone should feel nervous about speaking with, I will admit that those nerves can add an extra spice to the experience, of its own.

Are you considering a first-time phone sex experience? Perhaps the first time with a new lover, or maybe the first time with a phone sex operator, like myself… Well, the first thing you need to know is that there are no hard and fast rules… There are endless ways to begin that conversation and even more possibilities for its continuation and that explosive finale. Communication is obviously key. Phone sex would be impossible without it!

It can start with a casual mention of wanting. Or, by reciting a sexy story first, to get the juices flowing… Perhaps a suggestion of role-play, of other professions, costumes or characters. One of the easiest ways to initiate phone sex is to share a fantasy. There really are endless options…

Now, if you are thinking about first-time phone sex with a PSO or phone sex operator, there are perhaps a few basic niceties to keep in mind…

First, always take the time to familiarize yourself with your chosen operators website. Our websites contain vital information. Such as our limits and boundaries, our specialties and preferences, our times of availability, our individual rates, options and methods of payment, notes and bios to acquaint you with our individual personalities, and much more…

When you are contacting individual operators, it is important to realize that we are human. In other words, we are not awake and available 24 hours a day! We need to take time for ourselves, to rest, to bathe, to cook, and many of us have families who need us, at times–times when we can’t drop everything to run for the phone. So, look for our indicators to tell you if we are available. Many of us can make ourselves available with a quick email notification to let us know that you want us… And, don’t assume that texting will reach us. Many PSO’s use landlines to ensure a clear call. Land lines don’t generally accept texts, unless your girl is using a service such as Google Voice.

Once you’ve established that your lady is available and eagerly waiting to be swept off her feet (and directly into your bed!), the next thing to tackle is payment.

While many girls still accept credit card payments over the phone, many are also beginning to switch to online payments, only. Online payments provide more security to yourself, help the girls to avoid chargebacks and unfortunate penalty fees, and also help us to keep our prices reasonable because we don’t have so many credit card fees to deal with. Online payment is a very good thing! Only very rarely will a girl accept PayPal. PayPal is not particularly friendly to the adult industry… Particularly when it comes to the sex trade. It also provides no privacy for either party. I do not recommend asking your PSO to accept PayPal.

So, follow her website instructions to pay online, or phone your girl and give her your credit card information (provided she takes payment that way). Her page/website should tell you how she charges for time. Many girls charge for “blocks” of time. In other words, if you expect that you will only need 10 minutes to reach heaven, then you will pay for a 10 minute block of time. If you want to go slow, explore, and have all the time in the world to ravish your baby thoroughly, you might choose to pay for a 1-hour block of time.

There are some phone sex services which will allow you to pay per minute. Whether or not this saves you money, depends… Personally, I only charge for the phone sex portion of the conversation, itself. I don’t charge for questions or other “get to know you” conversation which excludes sexual content. Girls who charge per minute directly, from the moment they accept your call, often charge for the entire conversation, including your questions and other polite conversation. These girls are often motivated to keep you on the phone as long as they possibly can, so that the meter keeps running. Whereas, girls who charge for a block of time, tend to be more mindful of your designated schedule. In my experience, it typically costs callers less when they pay for blocks, because of these things. it also means you aren’t going to keep running up your bill if you don’t properly hang up your phone or initiate a pocket dial.

From this point on, all the really fun stuff starts! Once you are settled up on your payment, you can snuggle in with your phone sex kitten and really start to make her purr! And, believe me, no one purrs like a phone sex operator!

I, personally, love to be a caller’s first time phone sex experience! I love it! I love the opportunity to make a caller feel comfortable and wanted. To answer their questions… and maybe even make them blush. I love their wonder and appreciation at the excitement of their first time phone sex experience.

Again, remembering my own first-time phone sex experiences, it thrills me to share that exhilaration with others!

Have I answered your questions about first-time phone sex? If not, please feel free to contact me! I would love to hear from you and to have the opportunity to tell you anything else you might wish to know. Also, don’t hesitate to contact me to schedule your own first time phone sex session!

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CWM Update ~ Bitcoin for Blowjobs?

Hey, guys! Many of you have asked me for more online payment options… Faster, easier, more discrete… And I have presented the notion of paying with Bitcoin and altcoins, to you.

I am not going to go into lengthy descriptions here, on how to use Bitcoin… There are plenty of YouTube videos available for those of you who are unfamiliar with using cryptocurrencies (and, as someone who finds this subject fascinating, I highly recommend a little study and exploration into this, if it interests you at all) . Rather, this week’s blog post is an update concerning Bitcoin, and phone sex with yours truly!

In the near future, I will be adding a Bitcoin payment gateway to my website. It is strictly a test run, for now. I will be offering a single option Phone Sex service, at a highly discounted rate, for a limited time.

The success and response to this special deal will determine whether or not it becomes a permanent option for my adored clients.

Bitcoin for blowjobs…blowjobs for Bitcoin? It has a certain ring to it!

In the meantime, I gladly welcome your comments, questions, feedback and concerns. Feel free to contact me anytime!

Perhaps you already have a favorite alt coin you would like to request; Ether, Doge Coin, Litecoin, Bitcoin Cash, Dime Coin, etc…. we have almost endless options to entertain here, boys.

Cryptocurrencies give you far more discretion, privacy and freedom, them other forms of payment. And they are both fast and easy to use once you learn how they work! I look forward to making this option available to you, my hot and sexy playmates, and I hope that you will enjoy the special deal I have in mind for you.

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Toying with the Senses, Tormenting the Muse ~ Bondage Play

I placed four brand-new, thick black leather dog collars on the small mahogany table next to his straight-backed chair. I had modified two of these collars for our bondage play, by punching extra holes so that they would fit even tighter.

Lucas kept his eyes downcast. Seated quiet, lovely in his nudity. He gave no obvious reaction to the presentation of our new toys. Nonetheless, his excitement was palpable in the charged air around us, and evident in the swelling of his magnificent cock.

I poured myself a glass of wine and took a single sip. I replaced the wine on the table, next to my display of black leather and stainless steel hardware, then proceeded to pick up the first two dog collars. These were the unmodified ones. I knelt on the floor and wrapped, first one and then the other, around each of the front chair legs, folding them to secure the buckles around Lucas’ smooth bare ankles as well.

I stood, took a second sip of my wine, then picked up the last two dog collars.

Obligingly, Lucas placed his arms atop the arms of the chair, and waited patiently. I fastened the modified dog collars around his wrists and the chair arms, pulling them tight. I straightened and looked over my bondage work thus far. Lucas tried to straighten his legs and arms, testing the security of his bindings. There was no give. Only a slight creaking of the leather in mild protest.

Placing one burgundy-lacquered fingernail beneath Lucas’ chin, I tilted his head up so that his eyes met mine. Those soft, gray-green eyes looked into my own hazel eyes–mine, framed by black Venetian lace of a stylized hawk mask–with absolute trust and no small degree of patiently smoldering lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached my free hand into the top of my satin corset, and extracted a long strip of cobalt blue silk from between my breasts, enjoying the feel of it sliding up my skin. A trace of my amber perfume clung to the rich fabric. I released Lucas’ chin and slid the silk between my fingers before stretching it across his eyes and then tying it securely behind his head, knotting it against the auburn curls of his soft, chin-length hair.

I stood back to admire the sight of him, bound and compliant. His cock, so hard it stood upright against his stomach.

I sipped my wine, drawing the smooth, dry libation between my burgundy-painted lips, savoring both the wine and my artistry. Lucas looked positively delicious.

Next, from a drawer in the mahogany table, I extracted a tiny glass bottle of oil, scented heavily with sandalwood–one of my favorite fragrances! I unscrewed the little silver lid, withdrawing the attached metal wand, which dripped with the oil. I used the wand to apply that earthy aroma behind his ears, beneath his jaw and at the base of his throat, where I could see his pulse beating. I tipped the bottle gently against the center of his chest, watching as the glistening oil trailed down between his pectorals and over toned abs. Candlelight within the room, gilded that stream of precious oils in lovely, flickering light.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I breathed in the exquisite scent of Lucas, blending with the sandalwood. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply at his hairline, letting my nose gently caress the edge of his sensitive ear, then drifted down to let my nose trace his jawline, enjoying how he shivered at the touch, before kissing his sweet, eager lips.

Again, I rose. Picking up my wine, I began to walk a slow circle around him. I could sense Lucas tracking my movement, by the tap, tap, tapping of my heels on the hardwood floor. Once behind him, I paused briefly to bend down and brush kisses along his throat. I thoroughly enjoyed the shiver which ran visibly through him again, as I did so.

Once completing my circuit, I placed my wine back atop the table and reached for a small velvet pillow, which had waited upon the chaise lounge. I tossed it to the floor, before my lover, then slowly lowered myself to kneel upon it, between his calves.

Prior to escorting Lucas into this room, I had set out several items beneath his chair, within easy reach. First, a bowl of ice. Second, a feather. Third, a small envelope of Pop Rocks candy. And, fourth, a small vibrating, silicon panty insert.

I reached for the panty insert first, setting it to its highest vibration. I reached up to brush the vibrating, satin-y finish over Lucas’ nipples. They tightened, darkened and begged for more. I let the vibrator’s edge follow the path of the sandalwood oil, down the center of his chest and to his navel. I used it to massage around the top of his inner thighs, near the crease of his groin, drawing additional blood flow to the pelvic region. His firm cock, throbbed. A tiny transparent bead of pre-cum seeped, glistening at its tip. I leaned forward and graciously licked up that inviting little pearl, earning a deep groan from Lucas. Finally, I pressed the silicon insert against his remarkably full balls, letting the vibration linger. Lucas let his head fall back. He moaned low and long… His hands flexed upon the arm of the chair, wanting to reach for me, wanting to pull my lips back to his cock. The sturdy bondage I’d employed, held true!

I extracted the insert and, at last, slid it into the lining of my black lace panties. That delicious vibration was nestled against my pussy, tantalizing my clit. I could not help but roll my hips against it, humming a note of pleasure as it teased.

I was ready to select my next “toy”.

My fingers found, and gripped, the stem of the long ivory ostrich feather. I pulled it onto my thigh in preparation. First, however, I used my other hand to grip the base of Lucas’ hard, sleek cock. My lips found its tip and I drew him into my wet, hot mouth. I swirled my tongue around its tip and, again, tasted his pre-cum. I sucked and teased at a leisurely pace. The chair rocked slightly, as Lucas again tested his binds, wanting to reach for me. Wanting to writhe in his pleasure. The sounds which left his lips, were thrilling and I felt an answering wetness between my legs. I ground my pussy down against the little vibrator in my panties. Already, I wanted to cum! It made me whimper in sympathy with his own plight. Though he would have to wait much longer than I.

I raised the feather. Opening my eyes to slits, I sought out his ticklish zones. Directing the tip of my feather to them, I was quickly rewarded. While trailing the feather up the side of his muscled torso, towards his arm, he jerked in his bindings. I sucked him into my mouth a little more deeply to silence his protest. The feather found another mark across his shoulder. He began to plead. My only response was to take his cock as deeply into my throat as it would go, relaxing the muscles of my throat to take him in fully. His pleading faded to a whimper of defeat and pleasure.

I really liked this game…

Once I’d had my fill of that treat, I laid the feather back down upon the floor. For a time, thereafter, I lazily licked and sucked his cock, occasionally massaging his heavy balls. I moaned around the head of his cock, letting the vibration of those moans pleasure him further.

And, when my first orgasm broke over me, his cock was deep into my mouth and he experienced the full physical timbre of my screams.

Eventually, the waves of climax ebbed. I rested my forehead against his taut abdomen, releasing his cock momentarily, and I took that time to catch my breath.

Lucas waited patiently, though I could tell he was all the more turned on, from my having cum so hard, while pleasuring him.

Gradually, I parted my lips for him again. One hand cradled his balls. The other pumped his shaft, using the lubrication of my saliva to make it slick. I had a tight seal, with my lips, around that thick mushroom head. My tongue swirled and I sucked him greedily, bobbing my head to meet my hand as it pumped in unison. I listened to every sound he made, tracking those cues until he came closer to orgasm, himself. I listened. I waited. His moans grew more excited and, at last, he was on the brink. Just as he prepared to yell his victory, and shoot his load into my mouth, I withdrew and clamped my thumb and forefinger around the top of his shaft, right beneath that gleaming mushroom head, effectively cutting off his orgasm. His breath left him in a stunned gust and, after a brief moment of shock, he laughed with surprise. I allowed a smile to curve my lips, though his blindfold kept him from seeing it.

I next reached beneath his chair to take an ice cube from the bowl.

I placed the ice cube in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and waited a few more seconds until Lucas calmed.

I began to kiss my way up the inside of one of his thighs, while my hand massaged his other. Eventually, my hand again wrapped around his shaft–which was recovering from its denied finish and again very hard–and I squeezed gently to keep it that way. My lips brushed the tip of his cock, teasing, not yet revealing my next surprise.

l tantalized with kisses, strokes, nuzzles and touches. When his swollen member was fully rock hard again, and a shade darker then the last time, I drew him into my mouth. The cold of it was a shock! He sucked in a breath, loudly, and cursed. I took in his entire shaft, in one swift motion, somewhat tightening my hand around it’s base to help prevent him from softening too much.

He softened only slightly, but quickly became hard as stone again as my mouth warmed to him. I brought him close to orgasm before stopping to pop another ice cube into my mouth. I let him calm while I kissed his thighs, his stomach, and his smooth-shaven balls. The ice cube quickly melted, leaving the inside of my mouth cold, once again.

This time, when I deep-throated him, revealing my cold surprise, he welcomed it with a groan. I sucked him noisily, working hands and tongue to bring him to the edge once more.

Again, though, I let him come within a breath of orgasm before I locked my thumb and forefinger around his shaft to squelch it. He cursed, fighting hard to pull free of the leather collars. My bondage tactics continued restraining him to my will, however.

Lucas’ head fell back with a frustrated moan. I chuckled softly…

His cum had, nonetheless, seeped from the crown of his stifled member. When I judged he’d had sufficient time to recover, I carefully licked the mess clean. His moan came, soft and grateful.

Drawing back then, I chose to suck all ten of his fingers, each in turn, kissing his hands when I finished. I brushed kisses up one arm and across his collarbone. I dipped to take his left nipple between my teeth and massaged it gently with them, nibbling and rolling it. Lucas panted and groaned. I grew wetter, listening to him.

I bent to retrieve one more ice cube, which I placed between his lips this time, allowing him to draw my fingers in briefly, along with it. I kissed his neck while he sucked on his refreshment. I then rose up, placing one knee on the chair beside him, and pressed one of my nipples to his mouth. I gasped, enjoying the pleasure as he sucked my nipple into his cold wet mouth.

I repositioned my other foot so that I straddled his arm. Crushing the little vibrator between his arm and my pussy, I rocked against it and, while he devoured my nipple obediently, sucking and pulling, I quickly brought myself to another orgasm. I drenched the vibrator, my panties and his arm. My thighs shook with the aftershocks of it.

I pulled away from Lucas, but paused for another kiss, before descending back down to my velvet cushion.

I began to massage the muscles of his groin, working around his heavy balls, his shaft and the inside of his thighs. I kissed his cock in all of its alert, straining glory.

Finally, I reached for the small envelope of candy beneath his chair. I tore it slowly open, allowing Lucas to hear the unusual sound. I pulled my lips away from his begging cock them, and pushed open the envelope to spill some of the Pop Rocks into my palm. He waited patiently, but curiosity was there in his body language.

I tipped my head back, to pour the candy into my mouth. The moment those tiny chunks of sugar hit my tongue, they began to snap, crackle and pop! I stuck out my tongue so that the sound would be most audible. Puzzlement was in every line of his face and physique.

I added another handful to my mouth. closing my lips, I took a moment to savor the sweet taste and to spread the candy around my mouth, keeping it from forming too many clumps.

I imagine that Lucas’ flesh must have felt quite sensitive by this point, for all that I had denied him, teased and forced him to endure. I smiled with this thought just before I parted my lips and took his throbbing, engorged phallus into my mouth. I surrounded it with the violently popping, fizzing candy. He exclaimed and shuddered, then moaned loudly. I began to slowly work my lips and tongue in combination with the Pop Rocks, and Lucas made the chair and leather groan with him as his body flexed and moved within his restraints. I was more grateful than ever that I’d chosen to get serious with our bondage play, this evening. Lucas sweated and moved… As the heat grew, the room filled with the scent of sandalwood!

Whether from pain or from pleasure, but most likely the perfect combination of both, his reactions were strong. Magnificent! I moaned deeply around his cock. Letting him feel and hear my appreciation for the show he was giving me. The vibrator between my legs was already helping me towards a third orgasm.

I slid both hands around to cup his ass, slightly digging my fingernails into that tight, muscular flesh. I curved one hand around further. Probing with one finger–the one digit who’s nail I’d trimmed in advance–until I found his anus, I carefully slid it into his ass. He threw his head back with a primal sound, like a cross between a grunt and a yell. All the while I devoured his cock with absolute abandon. The candy had since dissolved. I deep-throated him repeatedly before bobbing vigorously upon the head of his cock, demanding his climax.

Knowing, feeling, that he was about to explode, I found my own release and again I screamed around his sex! As though I’d pulled a trigger, he followed, yelling at the top of his voice. Hot, heavy jets of his cum struck my tongue and back of my throat, over and over… I rewarded him, swallowing all he gave me.

He gave much.

When, at last, he had finished and the shuddering aftershocks had quieted, I slowly stirred myself to unbuckle his wrists and ankles. I untied the blindfold and let it slip to the floor. These things would later be returned to our treasure trove of bondage implements.

I held his eyes and reached for my wine glass–this time passing it to him. Lucas welcomed it, taking a deep drink of the rich Cabernet. Then, he reached one hand to curl around the back of my head and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

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Forbidden Office Fruit

Sloppy, wet suction and soft moans were exactly the kind of ambiant music that the ol’ office space needed, Rick thought to himself, while he watched his private show. Betty was on her knees beneath Rick’s desk. The pretty teen intern’s rosy lipstick was mostly rubbed off. Her soft brown hair slid like silk over his exposed lap and she had a seal locked tight around his dick. Her slippery pink tongue drawing crazy patterns all up and down his stiff shaft, never paused, while her head bobbed up and down on it.

Betty’s navy skirt was hiked up around her waist, knees spread wide, while her fingers worked beneath her panties. She’d already brought herself to cum once and was working frantically towards another orgasm.

A knock sounded at the door to his office, but he ignored it. Betty, however, froze. He gave her a reassuring smile and said “The door is locked. They’ll assume I’m on a conference call. Don’t worry about it”. A moment later she resumed sucking down his cock, working one hand around it’s base, before removing it briefly to deep throat him again. Damn, she ate dick like a pro!

Rick could feel himself getting closer. But, he wasn’t ready for his “coffee break” to end so quickly. “Betty, honey, hold on…” he said, placing a hand on her head to slow her down.

“Hmmm?” She replied, sounding a bit dazed.

He pushed back on his roller chair and reached for her arm, pulling her up to stand. He stood also, and turned her around to face his desk. “Bend over” he said into her ear, before placing his hand on her back to give her an encouraging push. She complied with a whimper.

He took her in, then. Skirt around her waist, one thigh high stocking beginning to slide down her leg while the other obediently stayed put. A cute pair of sage green bikini panties were drenched and askew, exposing the pink lips of her pretty shaved pussy. It was rosy, swollen and glistening. He had to taste it!

Getting on his knees, he put his lips on her, letting his tongue delve delve deep into her sex. She moaned while he lapped at her honey. He moved to suck gently on her clit and gave it a gentle nibble, which made her gasp. He began to slide two fingers into her tight heat, aggressively working them in and out of her while he sucked on her swollen clit and pussy lips. Thoroughly enjoying the wet sounds and the deepening of her cries, which she tried to muffle against the sleeve of her blouse, he used his free hand to slide one of her feet over, so that he could move in closer. Get in deeper.

She came. Her pussy clamping tightly down on his fingers in convulsions. Her thighs quivered and shook. And she drenched his hand. Her pussy juices soon dripped down his chin.

His cock strained, fair begging to pound that tight, swollen teen pussy.

While she panted, there on his desk, he sngged a condom from the drawer and expertly slid it on. Rick helped Betty to stand on trembling legs before sitting back in his office chair.

He guided her hips back and positioned his cock for her to sit on. That slippery cunt took him to the hilt, with no resistance. Betty cried out at the suddenness of it. Rick grunted then moaned with the satisfaction of it.

“Play with your nipples for me” he told her. She complied, shoving her blouse and bra up over her breasts and proceeding to pinch and pull those pretty pink nipples. He guided her hips with his hands, moving her quickly on his cock, deeply as she would take him. Those delicious wet sounds joined the clapping of their bodies.

They were both sweaty with the exertion of it, there in the quiet of his office. Heavy breathing, moaning and Betty’s whimpers, the wet sounds of her pussy plunging up-and-down on his stiff cock… These sounds pervaded the air around him.

Finally, he buried his face against her back and yelled, spending his orgasm, cumming hard into the forbidden teen intern who brought everyone their coffee each morning.

He’d been dying to fuck her ever since the first day he laid eyes on her. She was one hell of a good time, too.

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Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

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Dirty Talk

While, as a phone sex operator, I’m no stranger to dirty talk…it gets downright filthy at times, in fact…the truth is, I still experience a moment of shyness just before the words leave my mouth (and perhaps while imagining other things going into my mouth?). I suppose this means I don’t become easily jaded, which I consider a strength in my line of work. Those dirty, filthy, provocative words and phrases, may always feel a little bit like Taboo, to me.

And, yes, you will need to set up a session if you want to hear me say them.

Dirty talk comes in so many flavors… And everyone has their preferences. I don’t assume to know what any one client needs to hear…although I have my standbys. I’m open to being told what I need to say, to get my caller off!

Some clients find it far more tantalizing to keep the chitchat (roleplay, flirting, storytelling…) on the innocent side… That can certainly feel dirtier to the right ears, and in the right circumstances.

So, let’s have a little exchange, shall we? Fill out my contact form, below, and tell me; what do you like to hear, and what do you like to say, when it comes to dirty talk? That’s it, try to shock me, boys! Let’s make this fun. Who can make the PSO blush?

 For my end of the exchange, I will write you back and give you a passphrase which you can give back to me, over the phone, to receive 5 Free Phone Sex Minutes, to be added to yourpaid session!

XXX~Vanessa

 

 

Naughty Desires, Delights & Specialties

 

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?

 

 

Entering the Holidays!

 

I hope everyone’s making plans for a wonderful & sexy holiday season! I am certainly eager to start my own wish list & you can bet there will be toys on it! Who would like to be Santa & let me sit on their lap…? You’d better have a good thick candycane for me to suck on…

I want to take this moment to say thank you, to my callers and most especially, those of you who have decided to be my valued regulars. I appreciate you and enjoy your company, immensely! I look forward to many future sessions with each of you.

I have also been thinking about a sexy new pinup for a “Mrs. Clause” version of cartoon Vanessa. I look forward to presenting her sometime this holiday season, in the hopes that her candycane-striped, ruffled booty and thigh-high, fur-trimmed, red stockings, give you all one more reason to smile as we head into the busiest time of the year.

And remember, if the holidays get too stressful, give me a call… I’d love to help you to keep smiling through all the chaos!

 

XX ~ Vanessa

 

Earn What I Paid You ~ Adventures in Marriage, 2

 

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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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…

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