Suck Cock

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I know all you sissy boys love to suck cock. And I don’t blame you because I love it too. It’s a specialty of mine and I’m proud when guys tell me that I suck cock better than anyone else. It’s honestly like a badge of honour for me. But not everyone is a natural at blow jobs which is totally fine. If you’re bad at it at first, you can definitely learn and be taught what to do.

And if you’re a new sissy and you need some help with it, I’d love to give it to you. How long have you desired to suck cock? I’d guess most of your adult life. Well what are you waiting for? Just let go and allow your deepest fantasy to come true with me!

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Long Leg Fetish

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older and realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.

They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a reoccurring lust for my long leg.

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Your Balls

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

CBT with you and your balls sounds like a perfect night to me. I had a caged boy toy over recently and was able to use a new pair of heels to drive him crazy.

He came to me caged, as he can’t take it off without my permission, and as I removed the device it was clear that he was already beginning to get excited. The anticipation of release looked to be overwhelming. I began to kiss his cock as it began to rise. Then I gently stroked his tight balls and licked them too. Since I knew what was coming I wanted to ease him into this.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

So, I live in a condo. It’s not really that big of a building. There are 10 units above (one of mine) and 10 units below. There is also a large gym, equipped with a pool, hot tub, sauna, and private parking.  In addition, there is a ballroom people are allowed to rent out as well as the roof.

Every so often a fire alarm will go off in the building. Now, this wouldn’t be as bad, if my building wasn’t brand new. However, since it is, the smoke detectors are up to today’s building code in Canada. When smoke detectors in my building go off, there is a loud alarm. However, there is also a voice that shouts “fire” in alternating French and English as well as a strobe light. Not kidding, it’s fucking annoying.

So, one day, I’m sitting in my room, masturbating, like the good little slut I am. My pussy is so wet and I’m just about to cum when I’m taken out of it by the sound of a fire alarm going off. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For myself, the reason why I love being a pillow pal is because it can sometimes be a nice escape from reality. In my opinion, unlike traditional role-play and cosplay, I feel different. Due to the fact my head and face are completely covered by my pink unicorn suit.

Obviously, I don’t speak for everyone, but I think lots of people agree with me. Wanting to have a place where all my pillow pals could party with me, I decided to throw a Monters Inc.-themed party. Of course, dressing as a monster was not required, people could come in any kind of suit they wanted. However, I was hoping some people would come as monsters.

Previously, I had purchased every flavour of Ciroc, I had also baked a few monster-themed desserts. Although, the party would be catered. Not to mention, I invited about 100 of my closest pillow pals.

Once everything was ready, I was very excited for my guests to arrive. Completely blown away once they did, there were foxes, bunnies, birds, unicorns, and all kinds of different animals. Not to mention, lots of people came as monsters.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Okay, let’s be clear about something. findom, or financial domination, is not necessarily what I would consider a “specialty”. However, I enjoy the calls I have done on it and I would like to do more.

So, I want to explain how I do findom calls, so all parties are comfortable.

First of all, when potential clients approach me in The Playroom claiming they want a $500.00 call in which I drain their balls and wallet; I am always shocked. Only because a lot of work and preparation goes into the findom calls I do, it’s usually not a call I take on a “whim”.

I’ll illustrate.

Findom calls are a lot of fun when things are set up in advance. Again, this ensures all parties are comfortable and consenting to everything they do.

Usually, I’ll get an email from a client (jemma@phonesexcandy.com) and they explain a little bit about what they are looking for. Then, we agree on a comfortable scenario and an appropriate time to call.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 ext. 254

Welcome to Vivian’s confession sluts hotline! Vivian is my name and listening to you confession sluts is my game. I am a master at drawing things out of you and revealing what you are really into. You see, men nowadays need to be macho. They want to be alphas. They need to prove to the world how manly, powerful and aggressive they are.

Most of those men are frauds. It’s all for show. They act big and tough to the world and everyone is impressed by them. But when they get home they put on panties. Or they love it when their wives use a strap-on in the bedroom. Sometimes these strong men change out of their suits on Friday and wear diapers all weekend.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a while, I had been casually seeing this guy named Devon. We always had a lot of fun together. Most of the time when I came over to his place, we would just smoke a sesh and fuck. He always had the best kush.

On this night, I came over SO HORNY. I wore a short, black leather skirt, black fishnet nylons, and knee-high black leather boots. In addition, I had on a black crop top that was so low-cut, my tits were completely popping out.

Sitting there, Devon packs me a popper and hands me a dirty, clear bong. I take it and clear it, and then say, “You need to clean this bong, it’s nasty” while laughing.

“I’m sorry Jem, it is pretty nasty, let me go do that, just relax for a bit”, he replies, laughing too.

It feels like an eternity before he finally yells from upstairs for me to come up to his bedroom. Guess we’ll fuck now, is all I could think.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

This blog is dedicated to “Client T”. 

On my dresser, now moved to my nightstand, is a pink leather Guess by Marciano jewelry box. In addition, I have an antique crystal Waterford dish that I put my daily jewelry in. Both were gifted to me by relatives. 

Now, it’s perfect, because Client T is only 3 inches tall. He is the perfect person to guard all my jewelry, especially my rings. 

Never having been married, I do not have an engagement ring or wedding band. I do have three rings I wear daily, which Client T does a great job of guarding when he takes them off at bedtime. 

However, my jewelry box is full of treasures. Having had family in the jewelry business growing up, I received a lot of very nice gifts. 

First, there is a sterling silver butterfly ring that is flat, with no sharp edges Next, there is a 1-karat ruby that is shaped like a rhombus. It is set in white gold with 0.5-karat diamonds around it.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I’ll be the first one to tell you I am a unicorn. Not just any unicorn, but a pink unicorn. My suit is one of a kind, custom-made, just for me. It’s tight, but not tight to my body. Plus, it has a unique sparkly silver horn, and the most amazing purple tail and mane.

Now I want to have a tea party and my guest list is very selective, only my pillow pals are invited. First, there’s Rick, he’s a blue fox. Then, there’s Courtney, she’s a red bird. Lastly, there is Tom, he’s a black jaguar.

Before I invited everyone over, I had to make sure everything was perfect. Starting to gather all my fine China and silverware, I set four places at my dining room table. First, I set out a variety of black and green tea. Next, scones and pastries. Lastly, milk, sugar, jams, and butter.

Courtney and Tom arrived first, together, in their soft suits. Rick the blue fox was the last to arrive.

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