Carmen’s Thoughts-999

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Carmen’s Thoughts

Here is a little snippet of an email I received from a delightful little
slut I play with:

“I loved the spanking, and i could have taken more spanking, so i was
thinking, i would please like to have a maintenance spanking for every
call. And during the week too. After all you’re still my Mistress, i still
have rules, and i consent to being punished for breaking them. So, i’m
confessing – i went way longer than my Edging time yesterday, and i went
over the Edge a little, i fought off ejaculating, but cum poured out of
me. I consent to being punished, especially by spanking, corner time, line
writing (within reason), figging, or something else as long as it involves
the stuff we talked about. I loved the hour long corner time punishment
you gave me before, and now that i don’t have to worry about a schedule,
that won’t be a prob, and i consent to being figged during the corner
time. I wld even like a maintenance corner time schedule. I think that wld
be good for me.”

My, my, my- going over the edging time AND cumming? Whatever will I do
with this whore?
I absolutely love looking at heels and dresses with you. You know who you
are. ;) Mr. Sunday is what I shall call you.

I thoroughly enjoy how we aroused we can get at a plunging neckline, a high
slit, or the model herself. It is always an adventure with you when we
are shopping together….actually it is always an adventure no matter what
we are doing.
What a fun game I played tonight! I set the timer to 30 mins and let my
little slave know they could come at any point but every minute that was
left on the timer would be charged $2. In addition I kept the tempo by
saying “up, down” and each cycle of a stroke cost 50 cents. I raped my
slaves wallet so very nicely.

I want to play even more games like this! I feel so playful and happy
“Good evening Goddess Carmen. How are you?? I am busy with work but good
and hope to hear your voice and to serve you again very soon. Maybe,
possibly, hopefully even tonight. Thank you, thank you for allowing me to
pleasure you after I was so ungrateful. It was very especially difficult
for me to be on the phone without in silence, occasionally hearing your
breath as I remained on my knees not knowing what would happen. I deserved
it. Thank you.”

An email I was sent by a VERY ungrateful slave. Never forget whatever I
give you- you are to be grateful. Or you will suffer.
“The first rule of phone sex is you don’t go straight to dog fucking.”

I heard these words recently and I can’t stop laughing. What more can I
say about this? I mean, I never knew this rule and perhaps I haven’t
followed it all that well- can I be forgiven?


What is the second rule?
When it came time to pick out what heels to send it to smash your balls
with it was too much fun. Do I pick the ones with a thicker heel that
would hit more like a mallet or do I pick the stilettos that would sting
with every dig of the heel? And do I pick out the red heels or the
black…or perhaps one of my many prints?

The thrill of thinking about its pain it would endure based off the heels
I picked was too much. And it will have to wait to see what I picked when
the package arrives. ;)
One of the cornerstones to D/s relationship is honesty, but to be honest
that is for every relationship. Perhaps D/s needs honesty to a degree that
most vanilla relationships don’t comprehend.

I find it completely exhausting and frustrating when I find myself having
to search for the truth from my sub. I, of course, will because I need
them to feel secure in what we have. I am honest though that I enjoy it
far more when the truth is offered up freely and I am able to resolve
whatever needs to be resolved, or squelch concerns that have cropped up.

Here’s another thing- I don’t expect to have obedience when I begin a
relationship it should be earned. And for obedience to be given there
needs to be a space in a D/s relationship where parties can communicate
what is working and isn’t working. Obedience should given when a D has
earned it and the s feels safe, that is what makes obedience so delicious.
It is a dish that is served just to me.

I will work tirelessly to create a space of safety for a sub, and what I
ask for in turn in honesty. And in time that sub can become My sub. And we
will work tirelessly to keep that safe space open, so that we can get to
some truly depraved fun.
Layla and I were discussing ridiculous terms for vaginas, and it really
got me wondering how awful do those terms get? Well, fear no more- I have
found a list of some of the most awful and terrifying terms to describe
the female genitalia.

My top favorite of the worst terms are:
1. Birth cannon (the imagery on that is beyond amazing)
2. Cock socket (plug that cock into my socket, baby.)
3. Quivering mound of love pudding (please make my mound of love pudding
quiver, yall!)
4. Love taco (well, I just love tacos…)

Read through the list and let’s discuss the best of the worst terms. And
part two is coming soon, so you dont feel left out men. ;)

axe wound – badly wrapped kebab – bald man in a boat – bang hole – bat
cave – bean – bearded clam – bearded oyster – beav – beaver – beef curtain
– beef curtain – beef flap – birth cannon – blue waffle – box – bread –
buju – camel’s foot – camel toe – candy – chach – cha cha – cherry –
chocha – cho-cho – chonch – choot – clit – clown hole – clunge – cock –
cock pocket – cock socket – coo – cooch – coochie – cookie – coosie –
cooter – cuder – cunny – cunt – cunt hole – cunt punt – cutty – cut up –
‘c’ word – fanny – fat cat – fish taco – flange – front bottom – fuck hole
– fur burger – fur pie – gap – gash – growler – hair burger – hair pie –
hairy axe wound – ham flap – ham wallet – hatchet wound – hooded lady –
hoo-hoo – hot pocket – ill na-na – incision – jute – kitty – kooch –
kooter – kuder – lip – love cave – love taco – lunchmeat – mangina – man
in the boat – man in the boat, the – meat curtains – meat flap –
meatwallet – meat wallet – minge – moose knuckle – muff – muffin – na-na –
nappy dugout – neden – ninja foot – nookie – open wound – pink – pink
canoe – pink sausage wallet – pink taco – pink velvet sausage wallet –
piss flaps – pookie – poon – poonaner – poonani – poontang – poon tang pie
– poontank – pootang – poo tang – pooter – pootie tang – prison purse –
promised land, the – punani – punanni – puss – pussy – putang – pu-tang –
quif – quiff – quim – quivering mound of love pudding – roast beef – roast
beef curtains – slit – smush mitten – snatch – snizz – soggy box –
sprained vagina – tampon tunnel – tang – trim – tuna – tunnel of love –
twat – twitchet – V – vadge – vag – vagine – vagoo – vajayjay – va-jay-jay
– vajizzle – vertical smile – whisker biscuit – whispering eye – wizard
sleeve – woo – woogit – wugget – wuss
Every pay pig should know the first rule for engaging in financial
domination. If you don’t, then let me help you- you worthless little piggy

Rule #1- Make a tribute. If you even try to waste my time you will be
ignored. I don’t wast my time on pigs who just want to wank off to the
thought of being my fucking bank slave, but don’t want to put the work in.
If you do not follow this rule then don’t fucking cry when I don’t
respond. Actually- you should cry but I won’t fucking care.
I have found myself imagining how insanely hot it would be to fuck on the
forest bed, in the early morning. The forest floor covered in our bodies,
rolling around. The sweat mixing with dew. Our cries of exstasy mingling
with the soft rustle of leaves. Our sweet, animalistic cravings being
explored in the cover of trees.

I want to run my hands down your back like the buck scratches his horns
down a tree. I will leave my mark on you. You will be my compass in this
territory. Let’s explore our bodies like adventurers coming to stake new

In the forest we will leave our mark. And out we leave as new, like a
flower unfolding in spring.
My friend and I were discussing phone sex yesterday and she asked me if
anyone calls in to do SciFi calls. And it really got me thinking. I have
yet to have someone want me to be an alien and probe them- ANYWHERE. And
no one has asked me to be a Warrior Princess that saves them from some
horrible beast and then I make them lick me as my reward. Why is that? Is
that there isn’t a suspension of belief? Or are there people out there who
want to, but are shy?

Trust me- I can handle weird. Don’t ever think you are too weird for me,
because I LOVE weird. Let’s get really fucking crazy with our calls.

Let me paint you up like a beautiful bride and sell you to an evil man who
uses your body until its spent. Let me describe in detail how I save you
from an evil witch who was using your semen for evil spells.

Please- let’s do this shit! Phone sex is meant to be sexy…and even a bit
unbelievable if you want it to be. Don’t hesitate to call me…I want it!!
I have an naught sense of humor, as evident by my next piece I will be
sharing. I changed the verses of “Part of Your World” from The Little
Mermaid. I hope it makes you chuckle….or gets your cock hard. ;)

Look at this stuff
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl-
The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, she’s got everything.
I’ve got dildos and vibrators a-plenty
I’ve got nipple clamps and cock rings galore
You want orgasms?
I’ve got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal,
I want more!
I wanna be where the cocks are,
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin’!
Crawling around on those – what do you call ’em?
Oh – knees!
Forgetting to call me Goddess, you don’t get too far
Respect is required for playing, fucking.
Handcuffed to a – what’s that word again?
Up where they kiss, up where they bone.
Up where they stay all day in their homes.
Wanderin’ free – that’s where I’ll be,
Part of that world.
You know what I love about phone sex? I get to enter into so many
different worlds in a day and be so many different characters. In one
world I am a secretary sucking on the boss’ cock while he is on a call, in
another world I am your Goddess making you bow to my every whim, and in
another world I am your friend sitting across from you listening to what
is going on in your life.

I could never truly define what phone sex is because it’s fluid- always
evolving. And I never would want to define it. I just love experiencing

Every time I hear the ring of the phone I wonder where I will be traveling
to for that call.
I laid my hand upon the flushed skin,
my fingers ice.
The shiver- it ran,
from point to slit.

Your words were waves,
that zoomed and crashed.
The tumble of them
shifting the sands of our time.

The crimson dripping down your pale.
The hands that left their mark.
You were a messy piece,
and you were art.

I left you somewhere between time and eternity,
between heaven and hell.
I found you again
plucked and newly born.

Punishment or pain?
Love or loathe?
I would whisper your name,
your answer was always “Yes Mistress.”
“Are you Dom or sub?”- it is a question I get asked often. My answer is
always that I am a switch. I know some people look down on switches, but
being a switch is just my nature. I finally found a piece that really
speaks to how I feel as a switch. Enjoy-

“I think being a switch is one of the hardest things to identify as in
BDSM. Dominants and submissives have their established places, and even a
top or a bottom has a familiar role. But a switch often gets ostracized
from the community because no Dom/me wants them; they’re not a “true”
submissive (whatever the hell that means). Few subs want to submit to a
switch because they can’t REALLY know what they’re doing if they enjoy
being on the receiving end of the paddle as well. Tops and bottoms will
only play occasionally with a switch, because a switch is still someone
who wants something with a deeper dynamic. It reminds me, a little bit, of
how the gay and lesbian community look on someone who is bi – wanting a
little of everything and not quite fitting into the prepared boxes. No,
I’m not trying to say that everyone everywhere harbors these biases, but
the communities as a large do. For some people, it’s a lot to overcome.

Even if one DOES manage to find a fellow switch, there still may be
problems. They might both lean toward the submissive side. Or the dominant
side. Some switch only between genders – i.e., a woman will submit to a
man but be dominant toward another woman. Some can switch in the same
scene. Some can’t switch at all once they’ve established their role with
their current partner. Some only have those one or two subby bones in
their body and let out that side only under carefully considered
circumstances. Some want to be more dominant, but aren’t sure how. No
wonder the rest of the community doesn’t understand us. WE don’t always
understand us.

It’s in the vein of enlightenment that I’m finally putting this to text.
No, my journey isn’t everyone’s — and I’d be shocked to learn if it was
ANYone else’s — but I also know that what I think and feel, how I was
shaped, and my opinions regarding the nature of submission and dominance
will be shared by someone else, even if only in shards and fragments.
Understanding one piece of the puzzle is the key to understanding the
rest, even on an individual basis.

So then. The first lesson.

That which yields is not always weak.

One of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite books, and it resonates
so deeply with me. So many people see a submissive attitude as a form of
weakness, having no will or backbone, or simply unable to stand on their
own. I wish I could break into those minds and SHOW them what it takes to
be a sub. That it takes a kind of strength not everyone is familiar with
to yield and follow. Anyone can lead. Anyone can bark orders and snarl
until those orders are obeyed. It takes a large amount of courage to take
that step beyond the simple courtesies that one will find in any good
relationship and turn it into real service. You don’t always know if that
trust in your Dom/me is misplaced until the crucial point has come and
gone. What was offered out of love and lust can often be abused and taken
for granted. The Dom/me is granted so many rights to make so many
decisions because the biggest things in the relationship remain with the
submissive. The pace of the scene, their limits, their fears, the trust
that can be retracted at any time, and even the relationship itself hangs
on a few choice words, even once that collar is on. Submission is the
deepest gesture of loyalty. To serve is a great honor. Submission is not
about pain and humiliation and having someone control every facet of your
life. It’s about being so unselfish that you will put your Dom/me’s needs,
wants and desires ahead of your own, and allow them to direct you in what
wants and desires need to be fulfilled, and at what time and place. A
Dom/me can take on many subs: a submissive only serves one master. That
inner strength and loyalty is nothing to be sneered at.

My submission is a gift of love. It is not a weakness, nor does it mean
that I’m going to be less opinionated and stubborn. I simply care enough
to have someone to watch over me, love and nurture me. And I, in turn,
fawn over them just as much. I’ve always been service-oriented in my
romances. When dinner is made, my partner gets the first plate. When we’re
walking together and there’s a place wide enough for only one to pass, my
partner goes first. If I’m the one to drive, I unlock all the doors before
I get inside myself. All the little things that everyone else would barely
notice, I take pleasure in. In the bedroom, I can be anyone that my
partner wishes me to be. My only goal is to please.

Obedience is not the first law. The first law is to honor, cherish and
protect. The second is to serve. The third is to obey. If obedience
interferes with the first two, toss it out the window.

I expect nothing more and nothing less from my submissive than I do from
myself in that role. As a Domme, I don’t see my sub as property, but more
like a knight serving in a court position close to his queen. Autonomous,
independent, willful and even a bit cheeky. Mutual love and respect. A
Domme is nothing without her sub but a bossy, arrogant jackass. She must
have the strength to submit to her sub’s desires — the limits imposed, the
use of a safe word, and how much trust that sub has extended to her. She
can make as many rules as she wants, and dole out punishment as necessary,
but always she must ensure that no boundaries are overstepped. Dom/mes
work just as hard as subs do, and perhaps harder. A D/s relationship is
often terribly fragile at its core, and too many new dominants don’t
understand the responsibility they are taking on by claiming that role.
Another human being has chosen YOU, with all your uncertainty and flaws,
to entrust with their well-being. It’s a frightening thing. And
enthralling. When you find that person who makes your heart race and your
palms sweat. Who makes all your predatory instincts rise to the surface,
all urging you to hunt and consume. Who makes you pull them tight against
your chest and snarl away your competition and anything that could harm
this little one now under your protection.

It’s a wondrous feeling. Heady, even., being able to experience both of
these amazing mindsets, to feel both predator and prey, sadist and
masochist, top and bottom.. Yes, I tend slightly more toward the dominant
side, but my submissive side has often come calling. I think most switches
understand the interplay of dominance and submission better than one who
identifies as strictly one or the other. It’s difficult to understand
something you’ve never experienced. Most Dom/mes are too proud, too
afraid, or sometimes just too selfish to find pleasure in serving. And
most subs can’t bring themselves to take on a role that has the potential
to harm another.

I’m the rarest breed of switch: to switch equally with both genders, with
the same partner, and sometimes even in the middle of a scene. At my core
is a twisted little sadist who loves to make you squirm, teases you until
you’re either going to explode or punch me (and should I let you out of
your bonds, you might not know which to choose), and grin wickedly because
I made you love every minute of it. Topping without passion won‘t ever be
gratifying. Yes, I might be tempted to hand out a spanking, or a flogging,
or a nibble here or there, but it’s purely for sport. The real
satisfaction lies in the hunt, in feeling my inner Domme respond to the
submissive aura of someone I love.

And wrapped around that core is a bubbly, silly little submissive who
loves nothing more than to hear that I’ve done well, whether it be in the
bedroom or not. Occasionally, when the little sadist hasn’t been allowed
to play, it leaches around the corners of that subby wrapping, and brings
the silly with it. Usually this results in a lot of affectionate
name-calling and other such nonsense. I tease out of love.

Being a switch is hard. Despite being very versatile, there really is
little place for us outside of our own. Few of us want to give up one side
or the other for a partner who doesn’t switch. Even other switches don’t
always coincide with our desires. We are the least understood, the most
misunderstood, and are often told we are confused, unsure, or just don’t
exist. I know that my personal switchiness and views on dominance and
submission are eccentric, even to my switch peers. I realize I’m probably
not the first person to come to in order to get a larger scope on how or
why a switch is the way they are, but I hope this provides SOME insight
into the matter. ”
OMG guys, here at some hilarious tweets about sex:

It creeps me out when my dog watches my wife and I have sex. We hide the
videotapes, but he always finds them.

A pig’s orgasm lasts for 30 minutes. So would mine, probably, if I was
having sex with something made out of bacon.

My phone autocorrects ‘sex’ into ‘pez’ in case you were wondering just how
dead my pez life is.

HER: I like talking during sex, but I can’t stand it when you narrate the
whole thing
ME: As she complains, I begin removing my pants slowly

Sex is like pizza, if you’re going to use bbq sauce you better know what
the fuck you’re doing

If there’s a sock on my doorknob it means I’m having sex with the other one.

Her:How long before I am able to have a normal sex life again doctor?”
Dr.:No one has ever asked me that after having their tonsils out.

Guy asked if I put him in the friend zone. I was like, whoa slow down
there. I’ll have sex with you, but friendship is a serious commitment.

This girl told me she liked to be teased in the bedroom so we laid down
and I said her new glasses looked stupid and she starts crying. wtf?
Some more dirty/silly poems for y’all:

Rosalina, a pretty young lass
Had a truly magnificent ass
Not rounded and pink
As you possibly think
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass
Roses are red
Lemons are sour
Open your legs and give me an hour
Sex is like math
You subtract the clothes
Add the bed
Divide the legs
And Pray to god
You don’t multiply
I want to share the lyrics to one of my favorite Prince songs to
commemorate his musical legacy. So here you go, “Darling Nikki” by Prince:

I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said, “How’d you like to waste some time?”
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind

She took me to her castle
And I just couldn’t believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said, “Sign your name on the dotted line”
The lights went out and Nikki started to grind

The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell you what she did to me
But me body will never be the same

Her lovin’ will kick your behind
Oh, she’ll show you no mercy
But she’ll sho’nuff, sho’nuff
Show you how to grind
Darling Nikki, oh

Woke up the next morning Nikki wasn’t there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said, “Thank you for a funky time
Call me up whenever you want to grind”
Oh, Nikki, oh

Oh come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince wanna grind, grind, grind, grind
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind!
Because who doesn’t love a dirty limerick? ;)

There once was a gal with red locks
Whose tits made the men grab their cocks
She’d flip them the bird
Saying “Haven’t you heard?
No prize for a pervert who gawks!”
A pink dildo down in the drawer
Said “Life in the dark is a bore.
First I sit in this bin
Until Miss wants some sin
Then I’m rammed in the dark even more!”
There was a young sailor from Brighton,
Who remarked to his girl, You’ve a tight one,
She replied, “Oh my soul,
You’re in the wrong hole,
There’s plenty of room in the right one!”
The lass I brought home was a prize,
With an alluring set of bright blue eyes,
Her breasts, so well kept,
Were what I’d expect,
But her penis was quite a surprise.
There once was a man named Sweeney,
who somehow spilled gin on his weenie.
Just to be couth,
he added vermouth,
and then slipped his date a martini.
Have you ever considered the correlation between enjoying a glass of wine
to sex? A wine connoisseur brings the glass up to their nose, takes a
sniff and then takes a quick swig. They search out to find the undertones,
analyze the smoothness and take note on whatever else has gone into the
making of that bottle.

People who want to take their time in the bedroom seem to also have that
kind of practice. They let the sex penetrate all of their senses. They
search out for what makes their partners tick, what makes their partners
back arch, or what causes their partner to cry out their name.

Let’s take our time occasionally to be like wine connoisseurs.
What is that one song that always gets you in the mood? Is it upbeat or
slow? Is it a song that you gets you worked up or a song you want to hear
in the middle of fucking? Music can add a great element to foreplay or
sex. Whether it is giving you a tempo to bounce your ass to or a guitar
solo to ride out the orgasm to- it can be just the touch needed.

My number one song- Black Magic Woman by Santana. That song always puts me
in the space to feel every sensation in my body.
Did you know there is a whole world we have been missing- dinosaur
erotica. This is real ladies and gents! Here is an except from In the
Velociraptor’s Nest, written by Christie Sims:

Azog stood, back to the wall, clad only in damp buckskins, waiting for the
beast to slash at her torso until she lay helpless and bleeding on the
damp cave floor. She wondered if it would kill her first, or if her limbs
would be sliced from her body as the beast gorged on her.

“Instead, it reached out with a classed hand to snatch at her damp animal
hide as it clung to one shoulder. Azog felt the kiss of sharp claws
against her skin as the hide slid from her shoulder and exposed on naked,
heaving breast. The raptor paused, curious, sniffing at her as she pressed
desperately against the wall.

A reptilian tongue, stiff and hot, dashed out to lick at the tender, naked
flesh so suddenly exposed. Azog gasped at the touch, then gradually
relaxed as her body warmed to the intoxicating sensation of the beast’s
flesh against her own.

She wasn’t sure if her sudden arousal was because of her earlier thwarted
climax in the cool stream, or if she was just desperate for one last
pleasant sensation before being torn limb from limb by the great, scaly
beast. Either way, Azog relished the rasp of its tongue, hot and rough, on
her sensitive skin.”

So what do you guys think- absolutely hilarious or hot as fuck?
I love when people doubt my abilities on finding info on them. I love to
watch as the realization hits them that Mistress Carmen doesn’t play- I
mean business. If you tell me I can’t do something you might want to find
something so you can brace yourself for impact- because your whole world
is about to crumble.

Now fetch me my drink and my crown.
I have always been an open, sexual person yet I am surprised that since I
started at YD I have become even more open. I wasn’t aware that could
happen, yet it has and I love it! I can’t count how many more new
fantasies I have now- it’s amazing! I feel like I won the jackpot and all
because of phone sex.

Every day items have become more- a toothbrush to tickle, a binder clip
for my nipples or a candle for fucking myself. It’s all so intoxicating.
The world is such an erotic place once your eyes are open.
Little Rhyme of the XXX Phone Sex Girl

A cock to suck;
A twat to fuck.
Tongues and fingers;
Singles and swingers.
Can’t get enough;
Take it gentle or rough.
From the front or the back;
Hey! Give my bum a whack!
When my pussy is cream’n;
I want to be scream’n!
Gimme, gimme more!
Come on! Fuck this little whore!
A creamy big splash;
Deep inside this slut’s gash.
Make me cry, make me moan;
Just pick up that phone!
A night together is what we need. We can make the passion roll and crest
like waves- we can be the ocean. Feel the swell of desire, the thrashing
of pain, the pull of ecstasy…

We are two bodies of oceans meeting to form- we are one. We anticipate the
others move and tango across miles. Our love is endless, our passion

I want to be the spray on your face, they wind in your hair. You can be
the waves that crash into me and the air that chills my lungs. Let us be
free in the moments that we rise and fall. Let us be waves that shatter

Let us be oceans, meeting for the first time and the last.
There was a young lady named Alice,
who used a dynamite stick as a phallus.
They found her vagina in South Carolina,
and parts of her anus in Dallas.

-dirty limerick by my tied up boyfriend; may he some day train his cats to
set him free
I relish in the moments where I begin to know you guys and gals better. I
love playing, trust me- I do. But when we reach that point of comfort with
each other and let each other in I adore that.

I love the jokes we share, daily frustrations and how I know that
somewhere in the world is someone interested in knowing how my night is
going. It feels like home.

Thank you.
I have been thinking about the sexiness of fabrics- the way silk glides
down the body, how lace tickles the clit, and the warmth of my suede shoe
rubbing against the back of my calf as I sit legs-crossed. All this has me
remembering that it’s often not the act of sex that leaves us trembling
for release; it’s the small details. A soft kiss behind the ear mid
thrust, the flick of a nipple from a tongue, and the way your partner’s
eyes get darker as the sex goes on. The culmination of the small details,
the feeling of bodies connecting, sweat mixing together, nails running
down a back, the inhale before an orgasm- these are what makes sex
It has been over a week since I started at YD and I am in love with it! I
can’t figure out what calls I enjoy more because they are all so
titillating. Each one of you callers has made me nights special, and many
of my panties wet. I might need my little stinker to do some hand washing
of my delicates while we watch football and ogle over all the amazing
asses on the field. ;)

To my first caller- you were so very kind to my pussy. It is delightful to
have someone take such time on my body, paying attention to all the
special details. Thinking about it now is making me flustered.

To my birthday twin who always seems to get caught in such a vulnerable
position- I look forward to your challenges. Someday you will make me eat
my words, but until then you have to stick with this mean little girl.

To my man from the open Catholic family- thank you for giving me the time
to get to know you and vice versa. I can’t wait for our next call and to
hear you on the other line call me “Sissy”.

There are so many more to mention, and some I haven’t had the pleasure to
talk to on the phone but send me beautiful stories and sweet messages.

I enjoy being your cheerleader, your sissy, your antagonist, your
girlfriend, your Master, your servant, and so many more. Don’t stop giving
this girl a good time!
My birthday week is coming up soon and I can’t stop thinking about all the
birthday spankings I am in need of. I want to leave every night with a red
ass, sex hair and a gleam in my eyes. I want my whole birthday week to be
full of shenanigans- the kinkier the better.

I will bring the champagne, whipped cream, and willingness to please and
you bring your sexy ass voice. And maybe we could let one of the other
girls in on our birthday celebrations- the more the merrier! ;)
Hahaha,guys- I found these funny and embarrassing stories online. Have any
great stories like this? If so, I want to hear them!

“I was blowing my boyfriend in his car, as he was driving, when a cop
pulled up next to us. I didn’t know this, so I though he was being an
asshole and forcing me to deep throat him when he held my head down and
wouldn’t let me up until the traffic light changed…”

“In a bar, a girl spilled her drink on me and licked it off my leg… ALL
of my leg… In front of the whole bar, including her father, who was the

“I flashed a girl, only to realize LATER that I had a class with her. She
cracked up when I wore my beads to that class..”

“Girlfriend’s mom walked in on me and her daughter banging another girl.
My girl was going down on her and I was at the top of the bed with my dick
in her mouth. The room was really small and the bed was right by the door
so the door opened and there is me squatting at the head of it. I was
staring the mom straight in the eyes. And I lived with this woman.”