Today I go and get long needles stuck in my back to try and relieve the pain from that hit and run a month ago. Odds are good that the procedure will improve the pain, there’s a moderate chance there will be no change, a slim chance that the pain will be worse and a teenie tiny chance that I will be paralyzed. That’s the one that kept me awake all last night.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my legs last night. I thought about the physical aspects of them, the way they’ve carried me through so many outdoor pursuits of skiing, climbing, hiking, riding, etc. Also the many indoor pursuits such as wrapping them around a man’s waist to pull him closer and deeper into me while making love or over his shoulders to give myself up to him and many variations of the same.
Then there is the purely aesthetic properties to be considered. I like the way my legs look and if I’m any judge , others do as well. They are long and well shaped, a dancer’s legs. They are set off particularly well in stockings and heels, but tight jeans and boots don’t do them any harm either. I’ve been told by lovers and other admirers that my feet are particularly graceful and very, very sexy, especially my lovely tempting toes. Vain, yes but I would hate to lose the shape and use of them.
So I spend time appreciating them now and later today I will close my eyes and hope that when I open them again I can wiggle those lovely toes and use them to torment you for many years to come!
As some of you know I’ve been laid up with squished disks (a highly technical medical term) for a while. Thanks to all you guys for your notes of concern and compassion, I appreciate them. However, for the gentleman who keeps reminding me of the long needles in store for me I do believe there is a special place in Hell for him, just saying …… I also have a friend who has moved in recently to help me. He needed a place to stay for a few weeks and I needed help. What could be better, except for the fact that ….
Once upon a time we were lovers.
We had the kind of affair that if you’ve ever been fortunate or unfortunate enough to have you’ll understand. It was the kind of love that was scorched earth and ice. The meeting of 2 young people who were equals and mirror images. The kind of affair where you were screaming and throwing things one moment and fucking on the kitchen table the next. Too hot to last without killing each other.
He went away for a few years and came back with a wife. We ended up working together and working very well together, redirecting our passion to our work. We become the “Dream Team”. Strengths and weaknesses complimenting each other, the team you called for a tricky rescue, the team whose dogs seemed to work on telepathic signals. Life was good. Everyone forgot they ever knew us as anything but AlexandDanandthedogs.
After 7 years his wife wanted to live in the city and they went away again. He came back a few weeks ago without his wife. He needed a place to stay for a few weeks and I needed help, what could be better, except for the fact that…..
I still remember the smell and taste of him and how the mole on his left shoulder blade feels under my fingers.
That’s you isn’t it sweetie? No matter how big you actually are, you’ll always think of yourself as a short-dicked man won’t you? You’re the kind of guy who knows he doesn’t deserve a woman like me aren’t you? Someone sweet and sexy who would give you all of her attention and make you feel as if you were a real man, the kind of man who actually deserves that kind of attention. The kind of man who should have a woman like me on his arm. The kind of man that I deserve.
But you arent that kind of man are you sugar? You’re not, you’re a short-dicked man aren’t you? You’re the kind of guy who’ll live on one of my smiles for a week. The smile that probably wasn’t even meant for you. I smile at everyone, so don’t take it personally sweetie I’m just being polite. You knew it couldn’t have been meant for you. You know know it’s never going to happen but you always hope dont you?
You hope, but deep down you know that you simply don’t deserve my attention. You know you couldn’t possibly measure up to the kind of man I should be with. You know, the kind of man who can really satisfy me in every way, physically as well as emotionally. A man I can treat as an equal. Obviously, that’s not you sweetie not with your little shorty dick and lack of confidence. I probably don’t even realize you are in my orbit most of the time, Do I?
The loser sub I wrote about a few days ago didn’t pay up after begging me to take his info and be paid to not publish his stupid little secrets. So, John Kennedy you pathetic panty-sniffing, stocking-wearing, short-dicked crumb of a loser on the sole of my boot no more wasting my time. All others who apply in the future, take heed.
Generally I really enjoy my callers. I love hearing their fantasies and making them come to life for them. I have fun being whoever they want me to be to and roleplay with them and stepping into a “time out of mind” place with them.
BUT there is one type of caller who really pisses me off. The sub who begs to serve, gives me all his info and then balks when it’s time to pay up and wastes my time with excuses. You are the one who approached me loser, not the other way around. Beg all you want, but if you’re messing with what’s now MY money you are gong to pay one way or another, cash or exposure. I may look sweet and don’t yell, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean what I say and expect you to pay up.
My current PITA is John Kennedy in Australia, johnnokenno@gmail.com. Maybe he thinks since he’s in Australia this won’t catch up with him. Wrong you stocking-wearing dirtbag.
Next week back to my regular fun posts unless I have to post the rest of this PITA’s info, stay tuned for his fate.
One of the best things about living in the mountains in the winter is my hot tub. It sits out on my deck with a small firepit nearby and a view across the valley and of the stars at night. If I don’t get any other shoveling done after a storm, I always clear a path to the hot tub, I really dislike walking barefoot through the snow!
I love coming home after a long day outdoors, pouring myself a glass of red wine, slipping out of my clothes and stepping naked out onto the deck. Yes, the walk (or run) to the tub is chilly but that makes sinking into the hot water that much more delicious.
So when I say I’m going for a soak you can picture me up to my chin in hot water, steam whirling around me, a glass of wine in hand looking up at the stars and thinking of new ways to torment you
During the holiday scramble you’ve been so busy doing things for everyone else haven’t you? Lots of holiday goodies and crowds of family? Lots of demands on your time? Feeling a bit stressed and stretched?
You need some time to yourself don’t you? Some time to unwind and relax with someone who loves to play and tease. A holiday treat just for yourself, one that will put a smile on your face all day. You deserve that special time with me for some playful phone sex, a chance to step into your fantasy and leave the rest of the world behind for a bit.
Is your fantasy to spend some time with a very naughty holiday elf? Or maybe the icy bitch you know will turn to putty if she ever gets a proper seeing to? Maybe she needs a spanking? Or a sweetheart who will make you feel better at the end of a long day? Whatever it is let’s do it together and have some fun.
My long-distance lover took me to Las Vegas for a few days recently. It’s not far geographically, but a whole different world in every other way from my cabin in the mountains. The trip was a real break for me, time spent with my lover is always a mini-vacation from reality and the glitz and furor that is Vegas is a change in attitude and altitude.
I always spend some spa time getting nails done, massage etc. A treat that always makes me feel especially sexy and glamorous. The preparation for a night out like this; the makeup, silky stockings, new dress, heels, lingerie, etc, is part of the foreplay for me. Time taken to think naughty thoughts about the evening and it’s conclusion, deliberately dressing for it, inviting looks and touches in public that can only go so far.
A night out like this, especially in a different place than home, is foreplay too. Always knowing that you’re going to end up naked together but enjoying the erotic lead up of dinner, a show, dancing, lingering kisses in the back of the taxi, whispered promises of what’s to come, a hand sliding up my leg to the tops of my stockings under the table. These all add to the lovely erotic tension that causes the explosion of hands and mouths when the elevator door closes behind you.
The days are drawing in and I’m enjoying more and more time indoors. I know I will long for warm weather and the outdoors come February, but for now I’m enjoying getting my little nest warm and snug for the coming winter.
One of the tactile delights of winter is snuggling down between decadent bedding, thank you thank you sweetie for the gift of that! The cold night air makes a warm bed even more inviting, especially when there’s a hot man in it. The thoughts of my softness sliding up against the hardness of his body and shutting the winter world away makes my nest a haven I hate to leave.
When you want something spicy to warm you up on these cold winter days cum and join me all snug and soft and waiting for you.
Thanksgiving is a great time to be able to stop and take a moment and reflect on the things that have made the last year great.
For me one of the things I am most grateful for is to be working in the adult industry as a PSO, phone sex operator. I have had such fun with you guys this past year, especially with roleplay. From Batgirl held hostage by Dr. Somnabulus to a waitress who serves much more than coffee, the neighbor blackmailed into deviant sexual acts to the secretary negotiating for some extra time off.
The thing I like most about roleplay is that it is FUN! It’s play, something a lot of people don’t make the time for, in or out of bed. I think it’s seen as an indulgence almost as decadent as doing nothing. Without that break, without that play, we became stale in the rest of our lives.
So this holiday weekend instead of reaching for that second piece of pumpkin pie, reach for the phone instead and indulge yourself in a little playtime with me.
Today I go and get long needles stuck in my back to try and relieve the pain from that hit and run a month ago. Odds are good that the procedure will improve the pain, there’s a moderate chance there will be no change, a slim chance that the pain will be worse and a teenie tiny chance that I will be paralyzed. That’s the one that kept me awake all last night.
