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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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Toying with the Senses, Tormenting the Muse ~ Bondage Play

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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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Earn What I Paid You ~ Adventures in Marriage, 2

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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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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

Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

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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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