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Come, Be Used By a Phone Sex Goddess

admin — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 06:11:03 +0000

Slipping on My six-inch open toed high heels immediately gives Me a sense of exponentially increased power over the potential manservants within view of Me. For some, it is enough that My powerfully seductive eyes extend chains around their hearts, making them beat faster. For others, I need only part My perfect lips briefly and smile with a deviously teasing grin. Yet, when men get a load of My extraordinarily ample bosom or the sumptuously delectable grandeur of My hips, I become a representative of the Goddesses of lore: Aphrodite, Cleopatra, and countless Queens of realms long since past but omnipresent in the consciousness of My minions. I make no apologies to those who cannot help themselves for needing to drop to their knees as soon as they see My regal frame, statuesque in six-inch heels.

Poor male objects of My inimitable control, they are powerless victims, immediately entranced by the flowing creamy softness of My perfectly feminine flesh. The tone of My legs glistens and connotes unlimited power in My heels, click clicking forward toward a man’s quivering helpless body, laid out on the ground before Me as a canvas for My whim’s re-sculpting. Be forewarned, little men within the sphere of My domain, you will not have a choice. There will be no negotiation, no relevance to your existence aside from how you can obey Me. I will not allow impertinence. I will not endure a moment of denying My desire to be served properly. I will take you, re-make you, use you, and abuse you, all for My pleasure and aesthetic design for a life of unrepentant luxury drawn from your need to make My life that which is the only thing you dream of improving. Call Me now on Niteflirt and reach up from the muck to touch your destiny below My forefinger, pointing down at My heels.

Phone Sex Goddess Goes Shopping

admin — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:43:08 +0000

I love it when I am out shopping and I see a tall handsome, nicely groomed man in some blue jeans that neatly fit at the crotch so I can check for a big package and make sure he is worth the time of day from Me. I find that, even with those men that you can tell have a quiet confidence and sexy masculine aura about them, they don’t need much more than My patented sensual eyes undressing them from across a room before they start blushing and squirming from being instantly turned on. Once they finally get the nerve to approach Me, I can tell that they have been pumping themselves up inside, telling themselves that I am just going to be putty in their hands once they can work their lame game on Me.

Well, My pets, these men are My favorite future victims and they haven’t a clue who they are messing with. That power, so natural and vibrant within Me, turns Me on to no end and I will exercise that inherent ability to control any man within visible range anytime I feel like it.

Once a man sees Me up close and takes in the full deliciously voluptuous subtleties of My gorgeous curves, My power increases tenfold and My cat-like senses breathe in his increasing pheromone levels as the sweat beads up underneath his clothing. I look deeply into his eyes and take in a long breath, making My abundant cleavage heave up and draw his eyes downward until it gets quiet and he doesn’t even realize how long he has been staring in stunned amazement. Invariably, his Adam’s apple rises and falls at this point and that is when I let out a little “ahem”, of course, to embarrass his helplessly breast-obsessed mind and make him look back up into My piercing blue eyes. That is when I softly smile at him knowing that he is a total goner. Thus, My well-honed pattern of conquer and divide begins with a new boy-toy ready to heel at My perfect feet. I conquer his cock with the flip of My hair and I divide him from his ego with the first words out of My sensual mouth… “Well, are you ready to pay My check and beg Me to take you home with Me?” It works every time. When I want sex, I just go shopping for a man with a big cock and enough confidence to make it fun for Me to break him down in record time. Do you think you have what it takes to serve and please Me? Call Me now on Niteflirt and fall helplessly into My soft lap forever. 1-800-863-5478 ext.0380562

Big Titty Torment

admin — Sun, 18 Mar 2007 02:36:05 +0000

I had a customer yesterday who called and wanted me to allow him to worship my big tits. I want to preface this by saying that I love, love, LOVE my big tits played with BUT more than that I love teasing the boys with them. I almost always wear snug fitting, low cut tops and dresses that show off my ample bosom. All that attention makes my panties wet. I like to see those weak men drooling over tits they know they can never have nor will ever touch. Besides which, you don’t see breasts like mine every day now do you???

Think 44JJ, have ever seen a bra in that size? I think not, only custom made bras fit this girls bosom properly. For the most part, I’m relegated to squeezing into a 44G or H and you know what that looks like don’t you? Yes, my cups spileth over darlings. I know for most of you, the mere thought of my tantalizing, mesmerizing, hypnotizing gigantic titties bouncing out of a bra that’s too small is enough to make you explode isn’t it? Poor darlings, I wish I could let you have a feel. Maybe smother your face with them. Mmmmm, this makes me smile. I think you need to call me so that we can discuss more big tit torment.Call me on Niteflirt at 1-800-863-5478 ext.0380562You may also want to take a look at some of my fetish friends.

Stockings and Pantyhose Fetish

admin — Sun, 18 Mar 2007 00:48:27 +0000

One client who calls me on Niteflirt for phone sex, has a rock hard pantyhose and stocking fetish. I think it’s one of the more sensual and erotic topics for me lately. It turns me on to no end making a man beg for more when it comes to feet and stockings.

I like to take it from the point of being completely dressed and walking in a room with heels and beautiful sheer hosiery wrapped around my voluptuous legs and ass. He can’t take his eyes off my legs and the audible swish of the fabric between them, the tell-tale lustre of my nylon encased fat legs are making him crazy. The beautiful thing about it is that he can’t even hide his feelings, I can almost see him salivate.

As I sit down, he notices the strain of the weave at the bend of my knee and I begin to speak to him but I’m not so sure he’s listening. He’s totally entranced by my legs. I run my hands down to my foot and firmly press my fingers into my legs bringing them back up, straightening my pantyhose, all the while telling him what a nasty boy he is for rudely staring at my legs. I cross my legs and there’s more friction of fabric. Once comfortably crossed, I let my shoe dangle in such a precarious way that I know he’s thinking it might fall off. It won’t, I’m in complete control of where that shoe is. I just know in my devious little mind what this whole scene is doing to him and his hard cock.

I’m thinking about what my toes are going to feel like gripped on that hard cock . Both feet gripped on the length of his dick, running up and down slowly, while he watches. I place my toes over the tip of his cock and spread them so that the nylon is tight over the tip. He’s moaning now…and I’m giggling over how much control I have over this poor boi.

Tempting isn’t it? Call me on Niteflirt at 1-800-863-5478 ext.0380562