Adam in Canada

Purple thongs but no Visa? No wonder you suck cock, you’re sweet but not man enough to get it together!

Sex on the pool table

http://www.ozonebilliards.com/biwosiposex.html. This is. For Rick in So Carolina

To call me:

Penis or bike?

I wonder if he has a small bike because he has a small….!

Speaker Phone

Give me a Bra and the Purdue Pervert: this is who listened in on your call.

Email blogging

This is what I need for the next time some sissy slut is rubbing my feet and I want to tell you about it

Phone sex diva . . .

My friends don’t really believe me when I tell them I have fun talking to men, trannies, submissives and panty-boys on the telephone. Other frineds recall that I went to a Brethren University and wrote my senior Thesis on “The Definition of Sex” – and they ask me for stories.
I love it. I really do. Sometimes I am soo exhausted bythe real men in my life that I don’t have time or energy for the calls.
I especially love that sometimes, when I am out on a date – I will get a call and my date will ask me to take it in front of him. There is one man who is sure to be forever scared of me because of what I made the poor little boy on the other end of the phone line do to his testicles . . . but really, that’s his problem!
I love getting presents and e-mails and other fun things from you all.
I will be on later . . . xoxo

Yes Sir!

I am not a Domme and I am rarely submissive . .. but last week – glory and joy . . . I spent time with a Dominant Boy (okay, man . . or Man as Hewould have it)
there is something wonderful about feeling safe while tied to a chair, blindfolded and nude while being spoon fed soup. Hearing a deep booming voice lower itself to a menacing whisper and command “open . . wider” and then place the hot wet spoon on my tounge.
of course, eventually the hot and wet thing he placed in my mouth was much more organic!

Pink Socks

Callers I have missed . . .

ah, Jerod . . . when I am in a pent up mood and want to hurt someone: where are you? I went bra shopping yesterday, felt the curtain in the booth and listened closely – indeed – the other shoppers would be able to hear us!
And my Pantie Boys . . . How I have missed your sweet fairy songs. I miss “givemeabra” telling me about her beauty shop adventures.
I miss sniffling into the phone
and reminding you that no real woman will ever want you – so please, continue to dream and wish and hope that someday you wil be a REAL boy! tee-hee!