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I have been working for a week now on niteflirt, I figured I would make a post to sum up my experience so far. I must say that I went into this not knowing what exactly to expect, although I do have previous experience dabbling into late night adult entertainment. I started off in chat rooms and on virtual video games as a Virtual Stripper. Now I know this may sound kind of crazy but there is actually demand for that. For now I will not mention the names of any of these games. While being a virtual stripper was a great learning experience, guys were looking for the next big thing. I started taking on clients who wanted virtual escorts, or to have voice sex over the computer. This proved to be a lot of fun, but still it was a LOT of work getting noticed by potential clients. I felt I was not making enough so I moved on.
For a few months I was a cam girl for some website. I really enjoyed being the reason most men were cumming all over there filthy hands as they stroke their cocks, enjoying what they had seen on the screen before them. I found myself becoming lost in this world until, my computer decided to die. So I took that time to take a break from the late night adult entertainment life to get a day job.
Since then, the cycle has made a complete circle. I have returned to the late night naughty fun. Something about helping a man achieve orgasm really gets me turned on. This time I am trying out phone sex, using NiteFlirt for call forwarding. The best part of NiteFlirt is that I have an online profile where potential callers can view my profile, my REAL photos, purchase content or even send a tribute.
Now there are some things I want to clarify before I go on to explain some of my adventures of my first week. There are a few things that I do every night before I take calls. First is, I always enjoy putting something sexy on so I can get into the role. Second is, I will log into my favorite porn site and watch a couple videos to get myself in the mood to be naughty. To some this may seem strange, but it gives me the mental boost I need to get my imagination flowing.
Now, one rumor about being a phone personality is, that all orgasms are fake, all women are faking. This is obviously a rumor. I am not going to say they never faked, because sometimes you are expected to cum on command, which sometimes is not that easy. BUT I can tell you, there is a reason why I have a passion for being a phone personality. I love to talk about sex, I am a nympho. Some people might consider this a job, I find it to be total pleasure. Exhibiting my sexuality comes natural, and I have a great deal of fun knowing that someone is equally as turned on as me. To be perfectly honest, when I take calls I keep myself turned on by constantly watching porn and teasing myself. It feels like a crime to enjoy it this much when I am the one who is being paid.
My last week at NiteFlirt has been very interesting, although I can't really say that I knew what to expect. I will try to keep it short and choppy since this post is getting quite long. Every week I am going to highlight some of the best and worst calls. ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED. I hope you enjoy.
-Most Interesting Call of the Week:
Most interesting call of the week, well first off I must say every call is interesting. No two calls are the same.
A call comes in on my fantasy role play line, I do believe this was actually one of my first couple calls I took on NiteFlirt so I was very nervous. The man on the other line was very specific that he did not want sex. He proceeded to tell me that he loved to worship feet, he loved to be humiliated and/or dominated. Now here is where it gets interesting, he also told me that he love to do all this while wearing an adult diaper... Hold up... The whole diaper thing, I thought it was a myth fetish. Boy was I wrong. I will admit, humiliating him became easier after I learned that he enjoyed wearing diapers.
I found this call interesting because, I learned that a fetish can be nearly anything.
-Worst Call of the Week:
Thinking back over the past week, no call particularly stands out as a bad call. But I guess I could say the worst calls are always the ones, that are a struggle to hear. I really want to
-Best Call of the Week:
Do I have to pick just one? I really enjoy what I do, and I make it a point to have fun with all my callers, that is why I am here. If I did it for just the money, I don't believe I would last long. So the best call of the week called in in the early hours of the morning, I was thinking about logging out and calling it a night when my phone rings. The man on the line explained to me that he wanted to create a scenario together. We role played one of my favorite fetishes, Exhibition. His descriptions of taking me in the back of a taxi had me sweating and begging for more. His velvet voice had me purring as I buried my fingers into my glistening pussy. To my surprise I had reached climax quicker than usual when I listened to him groan my name as he shot my load all over my face in the back of the taxi.
He stuck around for a bit of pillow talk, which normally most men don't do. After the call was over, I realized that I am in this for a reason. I love to be nasty, and I love to know that you are stroking your cock for me. I am a perfect fit for this line of work.
Availability: Mon - Fri 12:00 AM - 5 AM typically accepting calls during the day too
Sat & Sun 12:00 AM - 7 AM
Anyways, sorry the post got a bit long. I wanted to give a bit of a peer into the lifestyle that I am living. As you can see I am loving it! If you would like to hear more about anything... or even just talk, click that call now button. If you would like to reserve a time that works for you, please message me on NF ;)
Posted: 01:19, 2013-May-9
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A Fine Line Between Pleasure and Pain Part 3
Kevin knew that Becky was at the peak of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to "reboot her brain" he needed to take her well beyond that peak into true pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the strange looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of automotive serpentine belt that usually drive the timing gears in a car's engine. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each belt was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one side with raised grooves running the length of the belt on the other side. Two pieces, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the smooth side was very painful, but the grooved side created unbearable pain.|
The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a solid smack against the skin. The grooves, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridges on the face of the belt. That caused intense pain.
Because of the intensity of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud smack when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky's yells. Even through the ball gag, her screams were loud, long, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing true pain-pain.
After about ten or fifteen strokes with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her head rapidly up and down and saying "Ow, ow." At first Kevin thought she was yelling in pain, but then he realized she was trying to say, "Now. Now."
"Now what?" he thought. What am I supposed to do now? She was past pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she need now to complete the rebooting process?
Beck thrust her ass higher and higher into the air, almost bouncing on the bed. She was yelling "Ain ex ow. Ain ex ow."
Then it clicked. "Pain sex, now." The final thing that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a part of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessary part of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his prick had remained flaccid.
Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of sexual excitement through him that brought him immediately to full size and stiffness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted pain sex... she needed pain sex, so he wasn't concerned about being gentle. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.
The screams of pain that escaped around the ball gag normally would have caused him to stop immediately, but somehow he knew that she needed - if not wanted - this. So, despite the fact that she was sobbing heavily into the ball gag, he stayed in place on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for several minutes. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his prick with her asshole.
He drove himself deeply inside of her and spurted. Although it felt like she was having an orgasm, he knew that this wasn't an orgasm for her. Becky was obviously in pain, not bliss. After Kevin climaxed, Becky went limp as if completing an orgasm, but she did so suddenly, as a man would, rather than slowly as a woman does. She had not orgasmed, she had broken.
Becky now lay quietly on the bed and Kevin lay on top of her with his prick still imbedded in her ass. For many minutes they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her head back and forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the ball gag.
Once it was clear, Becky said softly, "Thank you." Then after a pause she asked, "Please untie me and hold me for a while."
Kevin did. She took off her blindfold and pulled the wax from her ears. Then she curled herself up on her side and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her.
After about fifteen minutes, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, "Make love to me."
He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several months. His touch was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent time together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with you."
Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and deeper. Then, as her passion continued to rise, her voice started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, guttural cry.
They lay spent in each other's arms for a long time. Finally Becky spoke. "I wasn't sure you would understand what I needed," she said.
"I still don't understand," Kevin answered, "but I evidently guessed what you needed."
"You would have to be a painslut like me to understand." she replied. "My body needs pain as if I were an addict and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things don't restart every so often, I will keep seeking more and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a while to keep me whole."
"You're right, I don't understand " Kevin replied. "But I love you, and if you ever need to be broken again, just ask. I think I will remember what to do."
Posted: 12:20, 2013-May-8
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A Fine Line Between Pleasure and Pain Part 2
The reason for a safe word is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the scene. Subs often say things that are part of the role, and a top has to know when they are in role and when they are seriously giving information or requests. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and beat their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their mind with their words, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating.|
Kevin replaced the ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the dresser next to the bed. There was a paddle, a wide leather belt, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. Small cards were along side each of them that were numbered 1, 2, & 3.
Becky was a sub, but she knew what she wanted. She didn't quite top from below, but there was definitely nothing non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her normal limits. As he picked up the large wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for sure what it was... and why... and for what purpose.
He turned and slammed the paddle down on Becky's upturned ass. It made a resounding "thwack" and left a bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her legs. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.
After about 50 swats, Becky's ass was swollen and starting to show purple areas in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one side. The crack of the belt hitting Becky's thighs was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a lover rather than the swing of a belt.
Watching her response to the belt, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted.... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by pain alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a "painslut." She was more than capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. Pain and pleasure were somehow mixed in her nervous system and her brain and the intensity of the pain could take her to very high levels of what she called "pain-pleasure." But today she wanted... needed more than that.
Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, violent argument. She knew which triggers to press in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to become physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost control, she just stopped and let him beat her.
That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a long walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and happy as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of pleasure from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.
"Pain is my drug of choice," she explained. "It is as if I am addicted to what pain does for me." She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. "It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive." Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, "But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my body past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again."
Kevin didn't understand what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and reboot her brain again, all she had to do was ask. Kevin now knew that Becky's text was exactly that. She was asking him to "reset her." She wanted him to reboot her brain by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.
Kevin's swings with the heavy belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, deep red welts on the very top of her ass cheeks where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back lower so that the belt strikes were centered on the meatiest part of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense orgasm.
Posted: 12:19, 2013-May-8
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A Fine Line Between Pleasure and Pain Part One
Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printer to spit out the final proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a client. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really good month.|
"Bing!" His thoughts of bonuses and "Salesperson of the Month" were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very short... only two words, "Break me!"
His response was even shorter, "Clarify."
Becky replied in a series of additional two word texts,
Again, Kevin's response was one word, "When?"
At that point, his secretary came into his office with several folders and he rapidly texted, "U hav 2 w8" then a second text, "Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr"
Becky texted back, "I will be here waiting, but won't be able to answer or text."
"I'll be tied up. ;-)"
Kevin's text reply was totally symbolic, " :-) 8 = = = = = = = > (!) (-: "
Becky's reply was also symbolic, " :-O / (.) X (!) "
He texted back "C U Soon" and put away his phone so that he could deal with his secretary's questions.
After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five copies of the lengthy proposal. His lips were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain - a lot of it; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to fantastic sex, but her text indicated that she wanted him only in her mouth or in her ass, not her cunt.
Becky asking for anal is what really had Kevin wondering. Becky normally objected to anal sex, and only did it once in a while as a gift to him. She called it "pain sex" and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it didn't really hurt, but it didn't feel good either. For her it was "pain sex" or "no pleasure sex."
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal intercourse "pleasure sex," regardless of what position they were in when he entered her. Kevin wasn't sure what she called oral sex because she didn't really consider that sex. It was more like foreplay to her - even if it went all the way to climax for either of them.
Now she was asking for pain and for pain sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several weeks. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attempts to get her in the mood. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, pain and more pain.
Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would have cancelled all the rest of his appointments for the day and gone home immediately, but this was too important. He couldn't even rush through the final presentation of the contract at the client's place so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this sale for himself and for the company. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to drop off signed copies of the contract with his company's records clerk. Now he could go home and take care of Becky.
When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no lights were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim light of three "electric candles" he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the bottom corners of the bed frame and her wrists were trapped in special slip knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip knots were a special tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain point to prevent injury, but still the person could not undo them by themselves.
She was lying totally quiet without movement. She may or may not have heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from movement, sound and light, since shortly after texting him four hours before.
He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the ball gag so that he could remove it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her first indication that he was in the room. "I need you to say what you want," he said loudly, almost shouting into her sealed ears.
Her words were the same as her text. "Break me."
His answer also mirrored his text, "Clarify."
Kevin then said, "Verify," and Becky responded with "Chicago."
"Chicago" was her safe word. Most people think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too intense for the sub, but a safe word is also very useful in those cases where you have to be sure that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.
Posted: 12:14, 2013-May-8
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Mind Control in the VIP Lounge
The waitress turned up for work at the city bar. She arrived dressed for a standard night, wearing long socks, boyish shorts and a black vest top. She met a colleague behind the bar-|
"Hey, the manager asked if he could see you in his office"
She took off her bag and walked down the stairs to the rooms below. However, her manager wasn't in his office, instead there was a strange man. He stared at her intently over his spectacles and in a calm voice invited her to close the door and sit down.
Once she was settled he began to speak, slowly and calmly pushing her into a state of hypnosis.
"... and once you hear the word 'glass' it will be your job to make sure that you and everyone else in the room with you comes"
He then brought her out of the trance, said something vague about management change and sent her back.
The waitress, unaware of what had just happened, walked upstairs and confronted her panicking colleague, the bar was busy.
"I need you to take an order from the VIP room, a group has just come in"
Downstairs the spectacled man watched his prey walk away from the bar and swore under his breath. He followed her progress towards a VIP room and smiled a predatory grin- this room had various discreet cameras.
A group of office-workers were having after-work drinks in the room, sat around a table on tacky sofas. Some of the men were already absent-mindedly playing with their phones, others were boasting about targets and showing up their bosses. Self-absorbed and uninterested, they barely noticed the waitress walk in.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked the group. Who turned to each other having heard it.
"I think we should get a bottle of rum" / "No, what about some beers" / "I'd prefer something stronger..."
The spectacled man stared at the cameras shaking his head, get to it men, he thought.
"Well I want a glass of something, not shots- hold on"
The man stopped as the waitress had just let out a loud, involuntary moan. The all turned round to stare as she stared at them with lusty eyes, breathing heavily, her hand sliding up her top to massage her swollen breasts.
"-what the fuck?"
The waitress walked up to him, oozing sexuality. She picked up his hand and pressed it onto her breasts, letting out a sigh of pleasure and relief.
Shocked, one of the others said "this bitch is on heat..."
"Why don't you take that top off, bitch?"
Looking round to see who had spoken, the waitress stared at him and slowly peeled off her top.
"Sweet" said the guy in front of her, lowering her bra straps and pulling her breasts out, to a round of catcalls.
The waitress pinched her nipples and got up to stand on the table. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, bent over and peeled them off over her round, ripe, butt. "So who wants to come and get it first?"
Rubbing his hands together in delight, the spectacled man watched eagerly as different cameras gave him different views of the men jostling with each other to get their dicks sucked and play with the woman's pussy.
"Mmm-mmm-m-!" The waitress was doing her best to service the dick in her mouth whilst others were grabbing her hands onto their hard cocks.
"Hey you should pinch this bitch's nipples, she likes that- yeah pinch them hard, make her squeal"
The squeal was muffled by the cock taking up her mouth and forcing its way in and out of her throat. She took it all, she had to make them come.
The next thing she knew her panties were being pulled off roughly, as a wet, erect penis demanded access to her cunt. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed it deeply into her dripping pussy, making her moan loudly over the dick currently stuffing her face.
"What a dirty little whore" said the guy to his friends, as he thrusted in and out of her, "You can't wait to take all these cocks, can you, bitch?"
The waitress shouted something in response, but it was muffled by cock, making the men laugh out loud.
As one dick was pulled out of her aching mouth to be replaced by another, she blurted out "Come in my pussy, come all over my pussy!".
A cock was slapped into her cheek, "I'll come wherever I want to, bitch, now suck my dick"
The spectacled man watched her get fucked from behind, lying on the table, on the sofa. "These guys have got stamina" he thought, what a treat.
One man sat on the sofa, his hard cock standing stiffly to attention. "Bring her over here, boys, I've got a surprise for her". The others pulled the dumbfounded waitress on top of him, so she was still facing them.
"Ok, bitch, I know you're going to like this" he said, as he positioned his cock under her and slid it up her butt.
The waitress whimpered, but let the cock slide up all the way into her crack, to the cheers of the men around her. The man under her then proceeded to drive it into her roughly. "Fuck that cock, bitch".
At that point, the spectacled man noticed movement on another screen, another waitress was going to check on the VIP room. He let out a coo of delight.
"What the fuck?"
Everyone turned silent, except for the waitress, who was bouncing up and down and murmuring "fuck me, fuck me..." then "Bring that bitch over here and pull off her panties!"
The men did as they were told, having been treated so well by their fucktoy.
"What are you doing, oh my god, what's happening?"
At the waitress' bequest they pushed her up against the wall, standing on the sofa over her, tied her arms behind her back and pulled down her panties. The waitress then proceeded to greedily eat pussy whilst ass-fucking the cock underneath her.
"Oh, oh shit, oh, oh my god..."
It wasn't belong before the other waitress was getting throat-fucked and then lifted off her mistress as everyone changed round.
Eventually the waitress was straddling one guy, fucking his cock wildly and yelling at him to come all over her, as another made his move and demanded she pull her ass cheeks apart before plunging his cock into her butt. Her colleague, however, was totally taken care of. One guy had managed, despite her protests, to get under her and pull her ass down over his dick, another was ramming her pussy hard and another was fucking her face, muffling whatever noises she was trying to make.
The waitress couldn't stop shouting - "That cocks so deep in my ass" / "Fuck me, fuck me" / "Ugh, fuck that bitch, fuck her, make her cum" / "Cum on my tits, please, cum on my tits..." She was clearly getting more and more excited, as were the others, and the other waitress was getting more and more abused.
They all came, in a mess of bodily fluids, leaving the girls exhausted, filthy and confused.
Downstairs the spectacled man chuckled. It had been a good show, and it was all caught on tape...
Posted: 08:15, 2013-May-2
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New Naughty Adventures
My name is SynnDivine, feel free to call me Synn for short. ;) I am quirky, fun and wild. I am 21 years old, but my voice does not reflect it, I sound very young. I have been told my voice could make some men do ANYTHING.
I have a good sense of humor. I enjoy playing the sub role, I like to be punished and told I am a little slut. I am a bit of a masochist, Pain is a big turn on! I enjoy role play as well... Wanna be the professor with the naughty college student? I can make your fantasy come true! I do not think there is anything I don't like more than being bent over and having my wet lace panties shoved down around my ankles. Ass spanking and hair pulling as I arch my back looking back at you over my shoulder.....
Maybe you share the interest and you would like to play with me sometime. Some of my fetishes are : Latex, bondage, stockings and shoe fetish, BDSM, whips and chains, nipple play and shy girl role play and more. I am willing to try new things as well, so don't be shy to ask. Gender - Female Sexual Orientation - Bi-Sexual Baby! This girl swings both ways ;] Role - (sub, dom(me), switch, etc.) Slave, Mistress, Sub & Dom - Shy girl - Girlfriend Experience - I am open to lots! Services Offered - Listen to me cum and use my toys - Fetish Play - Hot nasty sex -Punishment - Voyeur - Exhibition - cuckold - Brainwash / Hypno RP - Watching Porn together - Teasing - Naughty Photos - Video Clips I can Provide you with the ultimate girl-friend experience, Also I love playing shy and innocent, but I am a freak behind closed doors. I love being naughty!
With this blog I plan on tracking my mischievous adventures as an Adult Entertainer, as well as having somewhere to share some of my erotic literature. I have no restrictions so please don't be offended by my sexuality.
As I said before, I am an adult entertainer, If you would like to call me and discuss your fantasies, listen to me play with my toys or even let me tuck you in for the night with an erotic story reading. I love to be naughty and would enjoy helping you explore your fantasies. If there is a service that you would prefer that is not listed please ask, I am open to most. Client or Service Restrictions - Must be 18+ - No age play Other than that I am open to most everything else, Don't be shy just ask!
First erotic story is coming up shortly. Cheers!
Posted: 07:23, 2013-May-2
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