I am so excited to get to know you! I look forward to our calls and cant wait to talk with you! xoxoxo
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Good Evening, boys! ♥ Only For July Your Slutty Summertime Seductress, 
I’ve just return from a much needed trip to SoCal where I soaked up so much sun my skin is as golden as my hair now. The nude beaches down there are just what I needed to show off my goods, and not get a tan-line. My good friend Junko joined me on my trip, and we spent each day on the beach, rubbing each other down with suntan lotion, letting our hands wander wherever they’d like. If things got too hot, we’d find a nice secluded area of the beach, and cool each other off with our tongues. We’d always wished someone would stumble across us to join in on the fun Come help me play out how that would have gone and ease me back into being your naughty little whore~ ❤️
I’m currently having problems with connecting to my inbox, so if you’re trying to get a hold of me my Trillian, FeistyFreya, is still working! Or you can always call in (360-709-0100) to play with me and have some steamy phone sex xoxo 
Hello sexy! I’m finally back after the LONGEST week ever and I’m dying to play with someone! I’ve been waiting all week to bring in my new toys and have someone to use them with. Or maybe we can do a call with one of the sexy ladies in the house today instead. ;) Either way I look forward to cumming over and over again with you.
I’m looking forward to getting to know everyone from my fellow YD girls and the clients. I’ve been appreciative of the warm welcome I’ve received so far! I’m thrilled to improve my skills as a phone sex operator whether I’m being a bratty sub or a sensual domme. I want to work with you to create a fantasy that both of us can enjoy and indulge in. If you’ve called with me already, you know I like to describe our little collaboration as a “mutual feedback loop.” It’s a lot more fun to play when we can work off each other – no dull moments with me! Can’t wait to here from you on the phone. Don’t forget you can reach me with email at freya@yourdesires.com or on Trillian as FeistyFreya! xoxo Freya 
So happy to be back to all my lovelies! At least, I kept myself busy with some sexy time fun while snowed in ;) 
You know what I find almost more arousing than physical foreplay? Mental banter, the way one witty response sparks another. The feeling of trying to predict your partners next move. Its like chess but it excites some of the deepest parts of me. You know what the say “wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” So how long is your wit? ;) Why don’t you email me and tell me all about it? (and yes that is a dick joke. hahaha.)
Every morning I went to the same coffee shop before work and every morning the same barista made my coffee, Everyday I would harmlessly flirt with him. I was pretty sure he had a girlfriend but I wasn’t about to ask. I arrived at the coffee shop at 7:24am like always. pulled up to the drive through window, and Like every morning Greyson took my order, and like every morning I flirted my ass off. The banter flowed easily, Him giving me shit about how specific my order was. My response was that he should be talking shit to the one who introduced me to it. This made him laugh because it was him, He introduced me to my complicated mocha on my first trip to his stand. He handed my cup to me through the window and told me to have a great day.
It was getting late, and I was on my… shit was this my 5th or 6th john daily? I shrugged to myself did it really matter? No. I took a big sip before placing the drink on our table and grabbing my pool cue. I started absentmindedly stroking it up and down, waiting for my turn. Then I felt his eyes on me. Pulling me out of my zoned out haze. I realized then what had caught his attention. Most would have stopped. But I was feeling a bit… risque. I smirked and started to stroke it more intentionally as I lined up my shot. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I stroked my hand down from the tip tell my hand found a comfortable place to grip. Then my elbow came back and I landed my stroke perfectly on the cue ball. It hit the 3 into the corner pocket. Oh was he distracted. Fucking me with his eyes. Staring to long at my lips as if thinking of all the things this pretty mouth could do. He’d have to beg to find out. I stepped back from the table resuming the stroking of my cue, slowly, starting just below the tip and sliding it down the stick. He missed his shot. I laughed. Oh so distracted. I would win this game for sure…. |
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