“Mmm, the Demon Jasmine purred, her breath hot against his neck. Her long, elegant fingers undid the buttons of his shirt and his cock, traitorous, stiffened. She laughed and with one quick, fluid motion, pulled her dress off, baring her perfect breasts wantonly to the cold night air. As much as he wanted to resist, he found he could not pull away from her touch. Tingles ran through his body and his cock grew harder still.
VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232
You don’t call me to be flattered and gladhanded. You have a definite need – a deep urge that must be satiated. That need and desire is utter humiliation. You crave it don’t you? You know you deserve it. You need to be told what you are and put in your place.
JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262
Nothing makes me feel more like the Goddess that I am than when a man is at my feet, where he belongs, engaging in some sensual Goddess Foot Worship. The feel of his soft lips and wet tongue tracing along the insteps of my silky Eastern-European soles as his cock grows harder and harder sends shivers of pleasure through my entire body.
Just imagine kneeling before me, taking my feet into your hands … yes, that’s it. Start slow with a firm massage. Remember there is no need to run if nobody is chasing you. Get closer now, feel the warmth emanating from my beautiful feet. You have never seen feet quite like mine before have you? Breathe in now, let the natural scent of my feet ignite your senses and your cock.
Sadie 1-844-332-2639 ext 222
Little Ronnie gives me the best presents. For example, for Valentine’s Day, after dropping him off at school, I came home to find a crookedly wrapped package sitting on my bed. A construction paper card folded on top of it said Happy Valentine’s Day Mommy.
In truth, I was filled with delight and trepidation all at once. Heaven only knows what could be in that box. Frogs, a mud pie, a re-engineered mutilation of my blender, but I know that whatever it is it was given with all the love of his little heart. Bracing myself I cautiously unwrapped the package carefully looking for signs of anything living inside the box. Continue reading “Spanking My Son’s Heart Shaped Present Phonesex”
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
It’s National Muffin Day! What better way to celebrate than to enjoy your favorite, barely legal teen’s delicious muffin? I’m ready and waiting for you. One taste is never enough, is it? In fact, I’m sure you are drooling right now, aren’t you? Your cock is probably hard too and leaking precum at just the thought of my sweet, little muffin.
ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
When I was a little girl, my Vietnamese mother took me to see the musical, Miss Saigon. It’s loosely based on Puccini’s opera, Madame Butterfly. Yes, my little mother was determined to raise a cultured and sophisticated daughter. If you aren’t familiar with either, let me break it down for you.
Sex Kitten Lyric ===> 1-844-332-2639 ext 247
I love how phonesex can be so many different things — creative roleplays, all sorts of nasty confessions, dirty talk and even simply a nice conversation with someone whom over time becomes your phonesex girlfriend.
The greatest thing about having a phonesex girlfriend like me, you get all the good stuff without having to deal with any of the crazy stuff you might get with a wife or a girlfriend. You also get to call shots and be in control. That’s right, YOU get to decide what we talk about even before you call. Continue reading “Sex Kitten and Perfect Phonesex Girlfriend”
VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232
I love Valentine’s Day, but with a twist. I am not a fan of that overly romantic and rather cheesy version of the holiday. My tastes run more toward the dark and demented. Perhaps a torturous Valentine? Doesn’t that sound like fun? How many Valentine’s Day lashings do you deserve today? What devious and fucked up things have you been up to?
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How can you realize you missed something until it’s already gone? I sure missed you perverts. It’s been more than a year but Darla is back bitches! Your favorite intellectual sadist Darla is here to stay.
Last night, Lucy and I caught a superhero, or should I say a ‘stupid hero.’ Under the cover of darkness he claims to right wrongs and fights crimes but we knew there was something a little sketchy about this guy. It was far too easy to lure him in with the promise of sex and HUMILIATION.
Once inside our lair, we STRAPPED him down to a mechanical table and toyed with the idea of exposing who he really was. A hero’s greatest asset, after all, is his identity. Oh, how he begged! “Don’t remove my mask! I’ll do anything. Anything you say. Please, just not the mask.” Pttfff. Like we cared?