The life and times of a phone goddess!

Communication is sooooo important!

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 16:10:04 +0100

Just click it to read.. tickled me to no end

Must purge myself of him.

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 06:01:26 +0100

So I am going to attempt to go cold turkey. No more "Big bad wolf". It's gonna be pretty awful but I know that I have to ride it out. Being consumed with someone you are never going to have is something I would not wish on anyone. We spent 4 hours talking tonight about nothing. Family, my loopy friend, bad tv, and then the most amazing orgasm I think I have ever had, and then more chit chat about nothing. It's effortless which makes it really scary. I make him laugh which I love because I know he does'nt laugh out loud alot. And I also know that everyday I lose the battle a bit more. My only solace in this is that he wants me as much as I want him. But it's not based on reality is it? And so for my sanity and the fact that wanting anyone this much can't be healthy I know i gotta cut him off. It's just going to hurt really bad. I feel like I have waited forever to find him and I found him in a way that means I can never have him. and i know it's gonna hurt him so much, and I really don't want to hurt him. But no matter how you roll the dice I am going to hurt him. And putting it off just leads to 4 hour conversations. Ugh not fun to be me right now.

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Have you ever just melted into someone?

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 01:56:51 +0100

Had the most amazing time tonight. Day was pretty average, not bad. But at 10pm tonight he arrived back in my life, and with such force it took my breath away. I have never known what I have with this person, it's a passion that just consumes me and leaves me aching for more. Not just a sexual ache, but for very mundane things as well. Things like a cup of coffee with him while fighting over the paper. Or going for a walk in the rain together. Or feeling him press me up against the wall and having me because if he does'nt he's going to lose his mind. It's this need to devour him and be devoured at the same time, along with the need to just be in the same room together for hours without having to say a word. Tonight I fell madly, deeply in love with him all over again. It's a shame he is just smoke and mirrors, a voice that gives me everything i want and nothing at all, all at the same time. It's so painful, and if i lost it again it feels like it would destroy me. But having it already is. What's a girl to do?

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Sunny day yet cloudy inside....

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 15:13:20 +0100

Just one of those days when you wish bed was a lifestyle choice. not having the nicest of days and the stupid sun is out which I am not used to because living in Wales is like living in black and white. And now I've gone from Wuthering Heights to Technicolor and it means I need to wash my windows because the shit is clear to the naked eye. I hate washing my windows which just makes me get all cinderella. Then the only cure for that is cheesecake, which I can't have because I'm diabetic. It's just a sea of ickyness and all of it is viewed through my stupid dirty windows

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I hate it when they are hard work on purpose

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 14:49:54 +0100

It makes me insane. Why the fuck(excuse my french but i am not a happy phone ho right now)would you pay to call me only to be a wanker of the highest order??? Anybody got an answer? Shy I can handle, shy is something you can have fun with, because with a shy guy you are waiting for that first deep breath or quiet moan. Once I hear it I destory them. What I can't abide is the guy who calls and doesn't speak. Or worse goes yup, no matter what you say. Not because he's shy, oh no just because he wants to see what whore hoops you might jump through for him. Funny enough I don't play this game really well. Just had one earlier. When I explained to him that I was unable to work with defective men, I actually reqire you to have both a dick and personality he did'nt seem to be able to find the funny side of it. I further explained that had he come armed with either a dick or a personality I could have worked something out. But as he was unarmed there was nothing I could do. Then being the good american I said "Bye, have a nice day!". Because after all manners are everything

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Snow White the final part!

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 02:16:47 +0100

"Hold it! No glove... no love! Put on a condom or that monster doesn't come anywhere near my virginal growler!" Snow became very poetic when panicked. She busied herself stroking the eight inches of pink steel which had recently occupied the area immediately surrounding her tonsils while she watched Deirdre frantically don a rubber. Satisfied he was safe she turned back to the blowjob of the year wiggling her ass invitingly in D.'s face. The over heated bar owner wasted no time at all in sinking his monster cock into her wet cunt which had the effect of pushing Snow's lips further down the enormous rod in her gullet. She groaned, he groaned, they all groaned and with a slight pause to catch their breath the two men began their assault on poor little Snow. Together they held her still while they established a brutal rhythm. As D. thrust forward, Vis drew back... as Vis thrust forward, D. drew back. Snow started ascending Mount Thunderous Orgasm once more. In fact she was almost there when with a matching pair of bellows, her two companions erupted. Visitor emptied a prodigious load into Snow's mouth which she struggled to swallow while D.'s hips rammed forward and froze as his twitching cock filled the condom to capacity. Snow mewled in disappointment as she kept thrusting back with her ass trying to maintain friction long enough to reach the orgasm which was dwindling into the distance. Once more Mount Thunderous Orgasm remained unconquered. With self satisfied sighs Visitor and Deirdre withdrew and flopped back into the comfort of the booth leaving poor Snow a quivering mess of frustration.

"What the fuck was that? Visitor I thought you were some famous porn star? What happened to the self control you guys are famous for? And Deirdre... couldn't you have held off for a couple more minutes? I was nearly there!!"

Visitor looked shocked. "I'm sorry Snow but I thought you knew. My screen name is Rodgering Rabbit on account of the speed in which I get things done."

On the other hand D. Fiant looked exactly that... defiant. "Honey I run one of the busiest sex clubs in town. As the boss it's my job to get around as many of my patrons as possible in any given night. Now if you'll excuse me..." Deirdre got up and left the booth without so much as a backward glance.

"I must be going too Snow. I'm sorry if we disappointed you and I hope you find what you're looking for. Pop over and see me some time." With that he got up and slipped into the booth reserved for him next to Snow's. As she rearranged her clothing Snow took the opportunity to look around the club. It was one massive fuck fest. People of all shapes, shades, sizes and ages were banging away as if all mankind depended on it. At any other time it would have been an exceptionally arousing sight for our young sexy lapsed virgin, but after her experiences so far in Defiant's it was depressing.

"I'm young, gorgeous and surgically enhanced... why can't I find the man of my dreams?" she asked the ceiling.

"I've been asking myself exactly the same thing." The voice was deep and soft and came from right beside her. She spun around ready to tell whoever was sitting in her booth to take a hike however the words never made it past her lips.

"Wow! Where did you come from?" She was face to face with an incredible specimen of manhood. Her eyes quickly ran a survey of the man beside her. Two arms, two legs, one head, two eyes, one nose and a mouth. So far so good. All the major bits were where they should be and in the right quantities. So she went back and made a more detailed examination. The arms and legs seemed to be well muscled but not huge. He appeared to be fit with not an ounce of fat showing on his tall frame. His eyes were a soul piercing steel blue and the rest of his face was very easy on the eyes with a firm jaw, full lips, even white teeth and no sign at all of nostril foliage. He was deeply tanned and his sun bleached hair added to the image of an active outdoor lifestyle. Her mystery god was dressed comfortably rather than fashionably in camouflage cargo pants and a black t-shirt, his feet clad in a pair of Timberland boots. A dive watch and a silver bracelet both on his left wrist were the only jewellery he wore. To say that Snow was cautiously impressed would be an understatement... she was practically drooling.

"A friend of mine told me that this would be the place to meet the woman of my dreams. Up until now I haven't had any luck. How about you?"

"Umm... well no luck so far." Snow blushed, hoping that he had missed the shows she had starred in so far this evening. "My name is Snow... what's yours?"

"I'm sorry. My name is Hugh... Hugh Jorgen. What do you do for living Snow?" It was the question Snow had been dreading since she turned to find him in her booth.

"I'm Horizontal Recreation Technician. How about you? What do you do?" He didn't bat an eye.

"I'm a marine biologist. I'm studying the mating habits of the Bearded Clam at the moment. It's been difficult because of funding problems so I've had to dig into my trust fund. Luckily it's big enough to handle funding my studies." Snow's eyes lit up. He had money, he was intelligent, he seemed to be very interesting and he was assembled like a Greek god. Now if he had a three pound cock he'd be perfect! "Look Snow this place is giving me the shits. Want to go and grab a coffee with me somewhere quiet? We can talk and get to know each other... what do you think?"

"That sounds like a damned good idea to me Hugh. I'll just go and powder my nose and I'll be ready to roll." He smiled, giving her a flash of those perfect teeth then moved out of the booth so she could get out.

"I've just got to tell my cousins I'm leaving. I'll meet you at the door."

Snow hurried to the bathroom and quickly checked herself in the mirror. Not too bad, she decided, considering what she had been through this evening. Her lipstick needed a touch up and a quick mouthwash did wonders to eliminate the semen scent and flavour on her breath.

"I'm ready," she announced as she walked up to him at the door. "Did you find your cousins?"

"Yup... I told them I'd see them at home tomorrow. They're staying with me for a few days. It's great actually... that mansion was way too big for just one person to rattle around in. The company has been good. Let's go. I'm taking you to Beagle's Frontier Coffee House. It's a new place where the coffee is prepared over an open fire... mainly because he can't afford one of those huge modern coffee machines." Snow got a conspiratory wink from Beej as they left Defiant's which she returned.

"Hugh I have my car here. How about I follow you to this Beagle's place?" Already a brawl had erupted among the valet parking attendants and Snow could see that her hero from earlier had the upper hand.

"No problem. Mine is the black Ferrari over there. Don't worry, I'll go slow." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek which due to his nervousness missed and landed on her nose and hurried off to get his car. Her valet limped over to her, the keys to her BMW dangling from his mangled hand. As she looked at his battered face she figured that he'd only have to spend a few days on life support before he was able to breathe unassisted. Slipping him a twenty and giving him a good long flash of her knickers she clambered into her car and pulled out to follow the black Ferrari.

Coffee at Beagle's turned out to be a very relaxing and entertaining experience. Snow particularly liked the way Beagle frothed the milk for her cappuccino although she did have questions on just how sanitary the bike pump hose was. Their waitress, a dark haired beauty called Gotherella, was particularly attentive even offering to lick a drop of froth off Snow's cleavage when she accidentally spilled it on her. The highlight of the night's entertainment came when the fire department had to be called when Beagle's 'coffee machine' got out of control and threatened to burn the place to the ground. Still with all the distractions Snow and Hugh spent a nice time chatting and getting to know each other. She was as vague as possible when fielding questions about her job and successfully managed to steer the conversation back to his job each time.

"So would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?" Hugh nervously asked as the firemen reeled in their hoses and Beagle and Gotherella started putting up signs advertising Smoked Muffins.

"I'd love to," murmured Snow shyly. "I'll follow you."

Hugh's house sat on a large estate in a gated community called The Enchanted Forest. Hugh stopped at the small guard house and got out to talk to the guard. After a few minutes he brought the guard back to Snow's car to introduce her.

"Snow this is Mr. Wolf... B.B. Wolf. I've arranged for B.B. to let you in any time you'd like to come to visit." Snow was a little freaked by B.B. as he leered at her behind Hugh's back and did his best to get a better view down her top and up her skirt, licking his lips with a very long tongue as he did so. As she drove through the gate Snow felt his eyes on her.

Hugh hadn't been exaggerating when he said he lived in a mansion. The place was huge and lavish; an eye opener among eye popping residences. As she parked her car behind Hugh's on the circular driveway Snow felt a bolt of nervousness.

"If he has a tiny cock I'm gonna be so crushed." It was the only prerequisite she wasn't sure of; he matched every item on the rest of her list but if he had a tiny cock and couldn't go all night like a lumberjack she would be heartbroken. She followed him through to the lounge, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Grab a seat and I'll pour us a drink. Scotch be ok?"

"Scotch is good," she replied as she lowered herself to a luxuriously padded leather couch trying to maintain her modesty as she did so. The room was huge with well stuffed couches and armchairs, enormous coffee tables, and a massive TV screen with a state of the art stereo system taking up one wall. Framed photographs of underwater scenes were dotted around the walls. It was a comfortable room and Snow instinctively knew he spent quite a bit of time in here. Hugh poured the drinks at a modern bar in one corner and brought them to the sofa. Passing one to Snow he sat down next to her but not as close as Snow would have liked. He seemed nervous.

"Want to watch some TV?" Snow figured that watching a little TV might make him relax a bit.

"Good idea... what would you like to watch? I've got cable so we should be able to find something." He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and the TV came to life as he began flicking through the channels.

"Ooh... stop there. I love this stuff," squealed Snow excitedly as he came to a sports channel playing K1 kickboxing. "There is just something about big fit men whacking the bejesus out of each other that really gets to me." Hugh was speechless. This woman was perfect. Big tits, great ass, long legs, beautiful face... and she loved sports! He was already composing the guest list for the wedding. If only she could accept his deformity... he'd soon find out.

They sat back to watch a great match between an Australian fighter who had more kicks than a Rockettes chorus line and a New Zealander with more combinations than a McDonalds menu. As they watched the fists and feet fly they gradually got closer and closer until Snow was tucked under Hugh's arm, pressed against his chest and breathing in the scent of his cologne 'Do Me' by Hugo Bust. The combination of the night's excitement, the violence on the TV and the manly smell of the god beside her was getting her all worked up again. She wanted his body.

"These boots are killing me. Mind if I make myself more comfortable Hugh?"

"You go right ahead Snow," he said graciously as he kept his eyes glued nervously to the action on the TV.

Sitting up our heroine quickly made herself more comfortable... by stripping off her top, and exposing her beautiful tits encased in her sheer bra. That definitely got Hugh's attention. His eyes were now riveted to the luscious mounds and erect nipples showcased before him.

"Oh my god. They are beautiful... I mean you are beautiful. Oh god." His trousers tightened painfully as the blood flowed south at a rapid rate. As he squirmed uncomfortably Snow made a production out of stretching languidly, thrusting her breasts out at the tormented marine biologist. "Snow you are truly spectacular. A vision in black and blue. A rhapsody in raunchy lingerie. A symphony of sexiness. A..."

"For god's sake shut up and grope me!" Snow had reached the limit of her patience. Grabbing his hand she placed them forcefully on her hooters watching his reaction as his eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. He didn't need telling twice as his hands took on a life of their own and started massaging and caressing the fleshy mounds, thumbs and fingers plucking and playing with her throbbing nipples. Snow moaned as her temperature began to rise and her legs automatically began to spread. None of this escaped Hugh's attention and he bent to kiss her as his pants grew tighter still. The kickboxing on the TV was forgotten as the two young lovers on the couch got their groove on.

Snow ran her fingers through Hugh's hair as his tongue burrowed into her mouth and one hand dropped to her thigh just above her stocking top. The time had arrived.

"Oh god... what should I do? Should I play hard to get?" thought Snow as Hugh's hand began to creep closer to her insubstantial g-string. "Aah fuck it." Her thighs spread wide and she began her own exploration of Hugh's leg... which to Snow's educated touch seemed deformed. Either he had a salami strapped to his thigh or Snow was in for a big treat... a BIG treat. All of this was driven from her mind as Hugh's busily burrowing fingers hit the Promised Land. Unexpectedly Hugh went straight for her sensitive clit. Snow thought most men thought of a clit like they thought of Antarctica... most knew where it was but hardly anyone went there. As hit finger hit the magic button, her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned deep in her throat. She felt the first tremors of the orgasm she had been impatiently waiting for all night rising in her body and rolled her hips upward to maximise the contact on her clit. Snow was used to being in charge of her sexual destiny... but for once, she felt totally out of her depth; a feeling she tried to verbalise.

"Arfroble... goggaaalldderet..." she gurgled mindlessly as the pleasure washed over her.

Trying to verbalise her feelings was definitely not her best decision at that moment. Wisely, she decided to lie back and enjoy the skilful ministrations of her Marine Biologist lover. Thankfully, Hugh knew of better ways to utilise his mouth using his free hand to free one of her heaving breasts and latching onto her engorged nipple with his lips. That was enough for our feverish heroine. Snow went ballistic, rocketing into her orgasm with a gut wrenching intensity that shocked and surprised our hardened little chippy! Suddenly she became very religious.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" She screamed as her hips bucked, her eyes crossed and she spasmed wildly on the end of Hugh's talented digits. For his part Hugh was a little unprepared for the ferocity of Snow's response and it was all he could do to hang on until she settled down... which took a while. It was as if he had booked a ride on Old Faithful as a geyser of hot fluid erupted from Snow's loins as she thrashed her way to completion. Finally she calmed down enough for Hugh to extricate himself from her fierce grip and get up to go and grab a towel. When he returned he found Snow spread eagled on the couch languidly fingering her hot drenched pussy with a "come-hither-and-fuck-my-brains-out" look on her lovely face. Hugh was no dummy and before Snow could say "Come and get it big boy!" Hugh was stripped naked and diving between the long legs spread before him. He was as accurate as he was eager. With a grunt Snow found herself full of cock... and I do mean FULL! Her eyes widened in surprise as Hugh reached depths that nobody had reached before.

"Oh my God... you're deformed!" Probably not the most tactful thing she could have said at that particular moment but it was surely accurate. Still it wasn't a bad thing. In fact as she shifted her hips to fully accommodate the intruder she thought that she could definitely get used to the cock currently plumbing her depths. She'd probably have to try it out a few more times just to make sure though, she thought as Hugh started to pump steadily in and out of her clinging cunt.

Soon she was moaning steadily as the orgasms washed over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and trying to slow his rhythm down so she could rest between orgasms but it was no go. Hugh had finally found the woman of his dreams. A woman who could take all of his mammoth cock without screaming her head off. He wasn't slowing down for anyone! His hips continued to piston and her orgasms continued to thunder through her... they were a match made in Defiant's. Finally they could hold back no more. With a final ear shattering scream, Snow's ultimate orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping and flopping bonelessly like a beached fish. Simultaneously Hugh went completely rigid... his eyes bulged with sheer pleasure and his cum poured from him as if he'd been saving it for a rainy day. In fact so much poured from him that Snow quickly overflowed... not that she felt it. She had passed out from the intensity of her climax. Hugh quickly followed suit, flopping down on top of our lovely lady unconscious.

Morning found them still lying there wrapped in each others arms. As Snow slowly emerged from the depths of her slumber she felt hands gently stroking her nude body. Arousal wasn't too far off... in fact it was a lovely way to be wakened she thought as she opened her eyes to find...

"Hiya baby! Couldn't keep away from us eh? We're Hugh's cousins. Droopy stop humping her leg you little fuckwad, and Leaky you could at least dribble that shit on the towel!" Bob licked his eyebrows with a flourish. And they lived happily ever after!

The End

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Snow White part 2

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 20:03:11 +0100

Hello dearie, my name is Rumpledforeskin and I'll be your barman tonight. What can I get you?"

"Well he suits his name," thought Snow as she sneaked another look at his trousers. "I'll have a Pan-galactic Gargleblaster thank you?"

"Coming right up," said Rumpledforeskin as he busied himself with making the cocktail. "Now would you like that with five cocktail onions or just four? And would you prefer milk of magnesia or cod liver oil as a chaser?" This guy was good.

"Four onions, three cherries and milk of magnesia thank you." In no time at all she was sipping on her tall ice cold cocktail and scanning the room for likely candidates.

"Looking for Prince Charming sweetie?"

"Actually Rumpledforeskin I am. I'm tired of going out with losers and was told that this was the place to come if I wanted a real man."

"Yeah that's what they told me too but all we get in here are very butch, funny, intelligent, gorgeous, rich heterosexuals... it's just not fair." He sighed as he polished glasses and adjusted his package. "You'd better grab a table before the place starts to fill up honey... and good luck finding the man of your dreams. If you're going to grab a booth don't sit in the one with the sign saying 'Visitor' on it. It will only piss him off. Visitor is our resident wise man. Definitely a man to know."

Snow took her drink and sashayed across to an unoccupied booth next to the one with the 'Visitor' sign on it. Slipping into the booth took a little strategic manoeuvring but she managed it with only one minor accident when the bus boy walked into the pillar in the middle of the room. As she sat and sipped Snow was aware that she was attracting quite a bit of attention; it was inevitable actually as she was the only single gorgeous woman in the place. Soon though the bar began to fill up; single men and women and a few couples started to drift in. Rumpledforeskin sent another Pan-galactic Gargleblaster over with the bus boy who by this time was sporting a shiner and had trouble locating the table top as his eyes were glued to Snow's mountainous breasts. Finally Snow just grabbed the drink from the young man's trembling hand and flashed him a dazzling smile which caused him to trip as he backed away from the table. The cut in the back of his head didn't bleed much... well not as much as the cut on his hand he got from the glass he broke when he fell.

The band, Buster Hymen and the Penetrators, was due on stage at ten o'clock. They must have been popular because the trickle of patrons became a flood just before ten. The booths were all occupied with the exception of the one reserved for 'Visitor'. Snow was just starting on her third cocktail of the night when she was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Excuse me... do you mind if we join you? We don't take up much room and we'll be good." Snow turned to meet the admiring gaze of a group of small men... seven of them in all.

"Wow... you guys are dwarves!" she said moving over to make room.

"Actually we prefer the term vertically challenged persons. Let me make the introductions. This is Sleazy, Slimy, Lumpy, Droopy, Horny, Leaky and I'm Bob." As she shook hands with the little men she looked around desperately for a way out. The fact that they were vertically challenged persons didn't bother her at all but if she was sandwiched in between men her chances of finding Mr. Right were definitely limited.

"Pleased to meet you guys... I'm Snow White." As a conversation stopper that sentence took a lot of beating.

"You're shitting us!" exclaimed Horny who was drooling over her cleavage from a range of mere millimetres.

"You know it's very cruel to tease and taunt us vertically challenged folk," said Sleazy as he tried to run his hand up our heroine's smooth thigh.

"No... I'm Snow White... at least that's my nickname. I'm here to try to meet Mr. Right." Snow was busy trying to deflect Sleazy's wandering hands while at the same time trying to get away from Horny who was doing his best to dive into her cleavage. If he succeeded they'd have to send in a search party to find the little bugger.

"Mr. Right? Shit we know him. He was in here last night. Are you sure you're looking for Mr. Right? He's as camp as a row of tents. He shares a condo down in the Village with Prince Charming."

"They're gay?!" Her disappointment was enough to distract her to the point where Sleazy managed to get as far as the crotch of her knickers and began trying to worm his fingers into the miniscule garment. Meanwhile Horny had succeeded in burying his face in her cleavage and was busy licking the inner slopes of her breasts. Two swift slaps restored her modesty and left two little men rubbing rising welts.

"Yeah sorry toots. Both of them are fudge packing, pillow biting, shirt lifting turd burglars. Shame really. They could have their pick of any of the trollops that wander in here. Like me they have this mysterious sexual magnetism." Bob was definitely not lacking in confidence.

"So what am I supposed to do? I was told I'd be able to meet the man of my dreams here and it turns out that the two sexiest hunks around are as bent as a three dollar note!" She was near tears which caused the seven vertically challenged chaps to sit up and be on their best behaviour. They didn't want to get booted out again for maiden molesting.

"Relax chickie babe. The Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes will look after you. By the time you leave here tonight we guarantee you'll be on the arm of the best possible candidate. If that fails then we'd be more than happy to gang bang you ourselves. Just leave it to Bob and his six sexy companions. Lumpy put your cock away before the bouncer spots it and throws us out again!" Snow looked over and caught a glimpse of the ugliest chopper she'd ever laid eye's on. Long and thick, it had large irregular bumps along the shaft. He had been eyeing her thighs as he stroked that log almost to the point of eruption. With a grumble he levered it back into his pants.

Snow was beginning to feel trapped in some sort of Brothers Grimm nightmare. She was just about to excuse herself and make her escape when the band took the stage.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. I'm Buster Hymen and these are The Penetrators! We're here to liven up your evening with a few classic ballads. So charge your glasses and enjoy..." With that they launched into the first classic ballad; For Those About to Rock by AC DC. Snow sat there mesmerised as the band slipped into high gear, totally ignoring the hands that began to wander over her lush body. Her gaze was riveted on the band, or rather the drummer. He was a god! Dressed in leather pants, boots and a white tank top, his well muscled tanned arms were a blur as he assaulted the drums and cymbals before him. Snow was vaguely aware of a lead singer, a couple of guitar players and a bass player all prancing around on stage but her gaze never left the drummer. Yes he was tall and with that long flowing hair he looked good enough to start her panties moistening. Snow was aware of her growing arousal and vaguely aware that the little wandering hands had breached her defences and were now frolicking in her crotch at will. As Snow drooled over her drummer Horny was applying saliva to her erect nipples which had somehow managed to escape from her top and bra. While this was happening Sleazy was slowly sinking three small digits into Snow's wet pussy. In her detached state all she did was spread her legs slightly to give him better access. Well you could hardly blame her could you? After all her whole way of life was based around giving men what they wanted in exchange for cold hard cash. Her subconscious registered what was happening, added up the bucks and multiplied it by seven to give her the cash total. So that's what was happening with her subconscious... in the meantime her conscious mind was constructing a fantasy built around getting the drummer naked and horizontal in the quickest possible time.

It was only a matter of moments before she was completely covered in aroused little men. They were clever enough not to block her view of Drummer Boy so she continued in her lust driven haze as the Vertically Challenged Dudes played havoc with her erogenous zones. Horny was now sharing her nipples with Lumpy, while Slimy was stroking her clit as Sleazy slid his fingers in and out of her clinging pussy. Leaky had his cock out and had her hand wrapped around it while he directed her fist up and down his pre-cum streaming member. Droopy was underneath the table frantically humping her leg like a small rabid Schnauzer with erectile dysfunction. Bob just sat there stroking his cock and muttering "My turn soon, my turn soon," while licking his eyebrows lasciviously. No points for guessing what his speciality was.

Of course none of this went unnoticed. If Snow had been operating with a full set of senses she would have noticed the small crowd gathering to watch her seduction. Judging by the comments coming from the crowd this wasn't the first time that the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes had pulled this stunt in Defiant's.

"Damn... looks like Lumpy has got lumpier!"

"Yeah and check out the flow on Leaky... he needs to get a plumber in to see to that."

"Hey Droopy... try Viagra man! It worked for my grandfather!"

By this time seven man sized cocks were out and about and Snow was rapidly approaching a massive orgasm, fuelled by the manipulations of the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes and her fantasy fuck with the drummer. In fact she was hovering on the brink when a sharp voice cut through her reverie and stopped all action of a sexual nature.

"You horrible little bastards! Get the fuck off that woman and get your shaggy little asses out of my club! Miss I am so sorry that these little bastards put you in that position... with your tremendous tits out... and your gorgeous twat on display." The owner of the voice was a tall man in his late twenties with an imposing manner and a lot of flamboyant nostril hair. Snow came out of her daze as she became aware of the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes leaping off her body and out of her booth. "May I join you for a moment? I'm D. Fiant the owner of this club." He tried to keep his eyes off her tits as she struggled to cram them back into her bra and pull her g-string back around to cover her wet gaping pussy. The interruption of her climb to the summit of Mount Thunderous Orgasm had also wrecked her fantasy about Drummer Boy. D. Fiant slid into the booth and signalled Rumpledforeskin at the bar. A few minutes later he came trotting up and deposited a Scotch on the rocks and a glass of champagne on the table. Snow took the few moments it took for Rumpledforeskin to prepare and deliver the drinks to get herself together.

"So Beej tells me you're here looking for the man of your dreams. I was watching you watching the drummer and I can tell you right now honey... he's not right for you." Snow watched mesmerised as the wayward nostril hairs fluttered gently in the breeze. D. carried on. "He's as dumb as a box of hammers and has a bad personal hygiene problem. On top of that, he's so poor he can't even pay attention. His last girlfriend dumped him because she said going out with him was as interesting as watching paint dry and he's hung like a hummingbird. Sorry sweetheart but the interesting packaging is actually a bad case of false advertising. What I suggest is that you wait here with me until the wise and all knowing Visitor arrives. If anyone can help you he can."

With her fantasy crashing down around her ears Snow could only nod miserably and take a healthy slug of her champagne. She cast one more rueful look at the drummer who was still pounding the hell out of his skins. She sighed and turned to D. trying hard not to stare at the flag-like nostril hairs.

"So where am I supposed to meet the man of my dreams D.? I was told that this was the place for a nice innocent young virgin like myself to find a nice Christian young man." D. Fiant's jaw just about hit the floor at Snow's declaration.

"You're trying to tell me you're a virgin?"

"Of course I am... I'm just not very good at it. So is this the place to find a man or not?"

"Well what are you after in a man?" The new voice belonged to a large good looking man with a very wise look about him... he was wearing spectacles which in Snow's book made him immensely wise. D. Fiant made the introductions.

"Snow White meet Visitor; Visitor this is Snow White. Would you care to join us Vis?"

"Don't mind if I do." He slipped quickly into the booth beside Snow. She was now sandwiched between these two men and not really minding it one bit. She was still very horny from the attentions of the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes and truth be told, her burning need at this stage was to get laid. "So what are you looking for in a man Snow?" Visitor repeated his question. So Snow laid it out for him.

"Brains, beauty, cash, personality and a three pound cock. Is that too much to ask for? Where can I find my knight in shining armour?"

"He's working down at the Scalded Sausage gay bar this week." D. Fiant was turning out to be a goldmine of information... unfortunately it was all the wrong information.

"Listen up Snow. Just relax and enjoy yourself. You're putting out desperation vibes which are only attracting predators like the Seven Fuckwits. Now if D. Fiant hadn't arrived when he did, you would have been chock full of munchkin cum by now. Do you think that would have encouraged any self respecting nice guy with a three pound cock to approach you?" Visitor was right. Snow decided right then and there to relax and let whatever happens happen.

"You truly are a wise man Visitor. Do you think my IQ would go up if I buy glasses? And why do they call you Visitor? And what does the D. stand for D.?"

"Snow you don't need glasses to make you intelligent... just try reading something other than take out menus once in a while. And they call me Visitor because they couldn't spell Trevor for the sign."

"The D. stands for Deirdre. My mother had a sense of humour and a deep loathing for anything with balls. Actually I was lucky. My mother's brother named my twin sister. She's called Denise... I damned near ended up as Denephew. I think Deirdre is much more dignified but if you pass it around I'll have your eyebrows waxed." The threat was real and chilled Snow to the marrow. She would take Deirdre's name to the grave.

The three of them sat and chatted for a while, sipping their drinks and watching for potential partners for Snow. At one stage they noticed that the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes had made their way back into the club and were eyeing up Snow again as if they'd like to have another shot at her. She was also aware that Deirdre and Visitor were busy checking her out too whenever the opportunity arose. She decided it was time for a little teasing.

"Damn look at this! Leaky left a big pre-cum stain on my skirt!" She lifted the skirt from her lap to show her benefactors the offending stain, which in all truth was quite prodigious... that's large for you redneck types. As she did she 'unwittingly' exposed the crotch of her sheer g-string and the wet spot that resided there and effectively made the scrap of cloth totally see through. His and His matching groans rose from the two horny men that bracketed our sweet lady and it was only a supreme show of will power that stopped the men from launching themselves at her. Snow did get visual confirmation that they had seen what she had put on show. Two very healthy bulges appeared as if by magic in the laps of her new friends and once again Snow was aroused. Her already wet pussy got a fresh infusion of juice and the erect nipples on her Du Pont enhanced hooters got harder almost to the point of pain. The sweet scent of Snow's pussy wafted past the nostrils of the two horny men boosting their arousal and sending more blood south of the border to their engorged hardons. Snow was very impressed and decided to push the boundaries a little more to see where this could lead.

"So Visitor what do you do for a living?" she asked as she ran one hand up the inside of her thigh while the other played with her nipples. The men were almost drooling by this stage and the twin volcanoes in their trousers had already produced two small crater lake overflows.

"Ummm what?" Visitor dragged his eyes from the sight of Snow's finger burrowing between her slick pussy lips to try to look her in the eye.

"What do you do for a living?" she repeated in a breathy parody of Marilyn Monroe at her best.

"Umm... I'm a porno star." Now that revelation was a definite show stopper!

"Holy snappin' duck shit! Are you serious? You're a porno star? Seriously? How many movies have you made? What was your last one?" Snow was fascinated.

"Ummm the last movie I shot was a little gem called CSI: Cock Suckers Institute about... well about a school for cock suckers. I've made about 75 movies all up and my favourite was Shaving Ryan's Privates about a guy in the Army who gets his bollock hair removed in many interesting ways by big breasted chicks in uniform. Do you watch porno movies Snow?"

"Not as often as I'd like to Vis. So does that mean you're hung like a rogue elephant?" Her excitement almost outweighed her curiosity.

"Why don't you find out for yourself honey?" Vis was in charge now and showed it by leaning back and subtly thrusting his groin in the direction of our heroine. Snow wasted no time in grabbing the tab of his zipper and sliding it down as far as it went. As she did so she felt Deirdre's hand start to slide up her thigh. This time she spread her legs knowingly as she fished around inside Visitor's pants trying to get a grip on the awesome slab of meat hiding just out of sight. She moaned as Deirdre's thick finger found its target just as she managed to get the biggest cock she'd ever seen out into the light of day... or rather the light of the booth. As I mentioned before, Snow had the world's best oral reflex and Visitor's cock didn't stay in the open for long. He gave a muffled scream as her full lips closed over the tube steak in front of her and proceeded to vacuum the shaft all the way to the full gonads at the base. Snow gave a muffled scream of her own as Deirdre's finger travelled as far as it could within her pussy and his knuckle ground against her engorged clit. Once again Snow was the subject of a floor show of her own making and once more she was oblivious of the effect she was having on the crowd watching her. Couples were coupling and singles were trying to pair up as the three in the booth went at it like rabid rabbits. As Snow looked up through a lust blurred haze she spotted Rumpledforeskin wandering through the crowd with a silver tray. On the tray was a crystal bowl filled with condoms. People were grabbing condoms as fast as they were shedding clothes.

The addition of another thick digit to her steamy depths closed her eyes and took her mind off the odd spectacle of naked club patrons getting it on. She turned back to the thick cock lodged in her throat and gave it a tongue lashing her mother would have been proud of. If she could have turned around at that point she would have seen Deirdre struggling one handed to rid himself of his clothing while continuing to drill her pussy with the other. He must have had lots of practice because it didn't take long before he was naked; his hard cock aimed at Snow's twitching nether regions. Insistently he began tugging at her hips trying to get her up on her knees. Sluggishly Snow cooperated and in a matter of minutes she was in the perfect position to take Deirdre's cock. Quickly he moved into position and removed his fingers from Snow's snug pussy. He was millimetres away from sinking the pink when Snow disengaged herself from Visitor's cock and whirled around in a panic.

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Just for you Pigg...Snow White Part 1

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 13:54:33 +0100

Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a lovely girl called Snow White. Now when I say this girl was lovely, I mean she was bangin'! Just under six foot tall in her 5 inch stiletto hooker heels and legs that went all the way up... if you know what I mean. She had an ass that was so toned, she could crack walnuts between those butt cheeks. Her tits were the best D cup implants that Du Pont could offer and her waist was the result of many hours of hard work in the gym and flat on her back in the brothel where she worked. Her face was like something out of an eighteen year old boy's wildest wet dream. Long blonde hair framed a face with big brown eyes containing not a trace of innocence, and full lips that simply screamed that they were designed for sucking cock.

Her shifts at Mrs. Tiggywinkle's Love-Arama and Shag Palace paid for her coke habit. That's how she got her name... Snow White. Her real name was Ermitrude Finklestien but that was too much of a mouthful for a good Irish-Swedish-Russian-Somalian-German girl to be saddled with, especially a working girl. The racial mixture came from her mother who was Irish and the four suspect sailors who had been present around the time that Snow was conceived. To say her mother had been loose would be the understatement of the century; she had been down on everything except the Titanic and this was one of the many traits she had passed on to her baby daughter. From day one little Ermitrude had an oral fixation second to none. Anything that was dangled in her face was immediately popped into her hungry mouth. This of course made her a very popular girl in her teenage years and later made her a lot of cash in her career. Her 'No-Holes-Barred' attitude also made her popular in the pay for play industry.

Snow lived the high life when she wasn't bumping and grinding at Mrs. Tiggywinkle's. She drove a 7 Series BMW and lived in a plush condo overlooking the beach. She wore the finest clothes and drank only the best that Mr. Jack Daniels could offer. Her coke spoon was solid silver and her dildo was Waterford crystal. She was welcomed at the finest McDonalds and the Maitre D at Burger King was on a first name basis. She even had a gold card club membership at the Things That Go Buzz in the Night sex shop. Things, however, weren't all rosy for our little chippy. Snow was lonely. Sure she had her cat, a lovely white cat called Midnight, with three legs, one eye and a bladder problem which meant she needed a lot of paper towels and room deodoriser, but it just wasn't the same. She had a retarded Sulphur Crested Cockatoo with a very limited vocabulary named Hanns Schmidt and a gerbil called Lance Castor that she had rescued from certain doom from an escort outcall to a very strange and very large white supremacy advocate called Hymie. The gerbil stank and had a lot of very suspicious stains on its fur. It also got very twitchy whenever it got anywhere near a pair of human buttocks. They helped with the loneliness but it still wasn't the same. She longed for the company of a man.

She wasn't asking for much... just someone with all their own teeth, someone under 250lbs, someone with hair and someone with a brain. Oh... and he must have over 20 million in the bank, be totally subservient to his woman, and have a thick 12 inch cock which he could use to bring her to shuddering orgasm after shuddering orgasm. No, Snow really wasn't asking for much.

All she had to do was find this paragon of virtue. She sure as hell wasn't going to find him in Mrs. Tiggywinkle's was she? As we join our heroine she is contemplating just this very question... flat on her back being pounded mercilessly by Reverend Wigglesworth. He was one of her regulars who came in specifically to exorcise her demons, although she personally thought he came in to exercise his dong. He bellowed quotes from the bible as he ploughed in and out of her pussy and always finished by blessing her hairless furrow.

As Snow lay there and moaned dutifully at least once every 30 seconds she tried to figure out how she was going to meet the man of her dreams. He sure as hell wouldn't be lurking at her favourite night spot The Tattered Gusset. And the chances of him waltzing through the door of Mrs. Tiggywinkle's were about the same as George Bush winning the Nobel Peace Prize for sincerity.

"Oh Reverend! Chase those demons baby! I've been a bad girl and I need to be exorcised. Fill me with your holy seed!" The Reverend paid by the moan and tipped well if he thought she was actually repentant for her wicked ways. Stroking his ego was a service she offered for free; after all... it kept him coming back for more. "That's it... pound those demons out of me with your holy sceptre. Oh God... it's so big! I can feel it stretching me!" she moaned as she mentally went through her shopping list for her trip to the supermarket after work.

"I must remember to pick up some bacon," she thought as the Reverend's fat belly slapped against her toned body on every lunge. "Oh, and some cottage cheese too," she thought as she gripped his flabby ass to pull him against her.

Finally the time of redemption had arrived. "Out damned foul spirit! Out I command you! Leave this innocent child!" The Reverend's mantra never varied and Snow knew it so well by now that she mouthed it over his shoulder as he bellowed in her ear and slobbered on her shoulder as he came. Then her cries of passion joined his as she shuddered to her 'climax' just seconds after him. Mentally she was already preparing herself for her next client. Compared to her next client the Reverend was almost normal. The good Reverend collapsed onto her heaving breasts and he lay there panting and gasping in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Snow waited a few moments to let the poor Reverend get his breath back before wriggling her hips to let him know he was squashing her. Dutifully he rolled off and Snow sat up, modestly covering her impressive bosom with her forearm.

"Goodness Reverend, I think it's really worked this time," she exclaimed in her best innocent little hooker lost voice. "I feel... cleansed somehow; as if all the wickedness has gone from me." She felt 'cleansed' at least once a week... twice if the good padre had a particularly good week with the offering plate on Sunday. Snow hopped to her feet and pranced around excitedly to show the good Reverend just how redeemed she was. Surely no evil could lurk in the young and innocent, yet totally stacked lascivious woman dancing in front of him?

As the drained man of the cloth dressed he kept up a monologue extolling the virtues of the local order of nuns: The Sisters of the Immaculate Reception. (They had a quite lucrative thing going on the side providing topless waitresses and barmaids for wedding parties.) His fondest wish was to sponsor Snow into the order where he could more closely monitor her progress in fighting the demons she was constantly at war with. He also fancied the idea of a threesome with Snow and the Mother Superior, who had the most humongous set of breasticles he had ever seen. Snow ignored the rantings of the Rev and got on with the business of getting herself and the room ready for her next client. By the time the Reverend had finished dressing and had run out of steam in his sermonising, Snow had the room looking as good as a suite in the Holiday Inn. She knew it looked as good as a suite at the Holiday Inn because she had spent quite a lot of time in the course of her career inspecting the ceilings of said suites. Actually she was fairly familiar with the ceilings of many local hotels. The Reverend tipped her quite generously and left promising he would check up on her progress in a few days. Looking at her watch our heroine discovered that she had a few minutes up her sleeve before the arrival of her next client. With a sigh she sat down on the bed and reflected on her loneliness. Where could she meet the man of her dreams?

There was always The Spinning Wheel... but she'd heard tales of very unscrupulous types operating out of the Spinning Wheel. She sighed and resigned herself to the belief that her Prince Charming probably wasn't out there.

"Snow? You ready for Mr. Smith, baby?" The voice of Mrs. Tiggywinkle drifted melodically through the intercom startling Snow out of her reverie. She sighed again.

"Yep... send him in." She stood and put on her game face. This guy was another regular and really hard work.

There was a timid knock at the door and she walked over to open it. Mr. Smith was standing there dressed in his normal brothel going costume of six inch stilettos, fishnet stockings, leather mini skirt, push up bra and see thru net top. She knew that under the mini skirt he wore a crotchless black lace G-string that his small and hairy ball bag and cock drooped through. He wore the same clothes every visit and from the way they smelled every week, Snow wasn't sure if he ever washed them... in fact she wasn't sure if he ever took them off.

"Get your skinny ass in here you worthless piece of wormshit! How dare you keep me waiting!?" She found it easy to slip into the dominatrix persona with Mr. Smith. He had all the strength of a box full of wet toilet paper. Snow knew she should keep her feelings for her clients on an impersonal level but it was hard with Mr. Smith. During the week he was the manager of a large security firm specialising in providing bodyguards for the rich and shameless. One of her good friends worked for him and had told her that in the work place he was a cruel vindictive little man who abused his power without shame. Snow felt good to be able to turn the tables on him in his hours of leisure, making him suffer as much as possible and getting paid quite handsomely for it.

"I'm so sorry my love," he whined as he scuttled through the door shutting it behind him. He gazed at her adoringly through small piggy eyes that constantly seemed to be watering. "May I ask what you have planned for me today my sweet?"

Snow was fully prepared for Smith. "First you can fold my laundry, then when you're finished you can give me a pedicure. After that if you're very lucky, I'll whip your worthless ass. I might even let you cum this time. Get folding scum." Smith nodded frantically and launched himself into his work with enthusiasm. Snow sighed as she settled back onto the bed and opened her book and began to read. Our little Snow always had a self help book close at hand. She was on a constant quest to find ways to improve herself. The current volume was entitled 'Whippings and Spankings; The Advanced Methodology.'

The session with Mr. Smith went quickly and it wasn't long before Snow was seeing him to the door still panting from his little orgasm which she had allowed him after he begged nicely and polished her shoes with his tongue. Her shift was finally over and she could now go out into the world and search out that perfect man. Right after she picked up her weekly Coke supply from her dealer, The Snowman.

It was with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation that she drove her BMW to the seedy part of town that The Snowman called home. She had a special deal going with The Snowman. Snow got top grade coke at half the going rate from her dealer in return for a top grade blowjob. Now for a girl of Snow's obvious skills and occupational attributes this mightn't seem like a bad deal. The trouble was The Snowman had enormous staying power and was hung like a donkey. Snow was starting to think that it might be easier on her poor abused jaw muscles to just pay the going rate and forego the obligatory blowjob.

Ten minutes later she was on her knees in front of the moaning Snowman as he fed her his immense cock. The one saving grace in this onerous task was the size of The Snowman's belly. It was in direct proportion to his humongous cock. The constant bouncing of The Snowman's massive mono-ab on poor little Snow's forehead took her mind of the slab of meat tickling her tonsils and stopped her from having to look at his hideous face. Yes it could be said that The Snowman hadn't been blessed by nature. It looked like he had fallen out of the ugly tree and had made severe facial contact with every branch on the way to the dirt and rumour also had it that his mother used to use his face as a mould for gorilla biscuits. So while she sucked on Snowman's third leg, our heroine turned her mind back to the problem at hand. Where to find a man. As she slurped and slobbered the options ticked over in her mind. From where she knelt, her best options seemed to be joining a club or advertising on the internet. She was composing her advertisement in her mind when The Snowman erupted in her mouth taking her completely by surprise! Thankfully his load didn't match his other proportions, a mere dribble trickled onto Snow's agile tongue but it was part of the job to make a big deal of his 'huge' emission so with a great deal of theatrical swallowing and gagging she dealt with the teaspoon full of semen before sitting back on her heels and looking up into his Quasimodo like face.

"Good girl. Here ya go Snow." He passed her the bag containing her week's supply of Coke, pocketing the small handful of bills she handed him in return. As she was dusting off her knees and getting ready to go she had a minor brain wave. She'd ask The Snowman if he knew where she could meet the man of her dreams!

"Snowman where can I meet the man of my dreams?"

"Honey that definitely depends on what sort of dreams you have," The Snowman replied as he waddled over to a chair and sat, his cock still hanging un-noticed from his fly. "Have you tried The Spinning Wheel? Great décor, good music and the prices are reasonable, but I've heard that there are a lot of pricks at The Spinning Wheel. Not for you? Ok... there is a new place on 5th called Defiant's House of Blues Rib Shack and Tittie Bar. I know it sounds seedy but that place rocks. There's a damned good band playing there tonight... Buster Hymen and the Penetrators. Buster's a personal friend of mine. They seem to be attracting a better class of pervert than any other place in town... you might want to try there."

"Thanks Snowman. You're a doll... I might actually go there tonight."

"I'll call and have your name put on the guest list hon. Now get going and I'll see you same time next week." She left him there stroking his mono-ab and wondering why he could feel a breeze on his cock which he hadn't seen for over three years.

Excitedly Snow drove home to get ready for her night on the town. The more she thought about Defiant's House of Blue's, the more she thought it might just be the place for her. As she raced home she was planning what to wear for her evening out.

An hour later she was climbing dripping wet from her spa bath. One good thing about her line of work was that she could afford to indulge her whims and a good spa bath was definitely a luxury she couldn't do without. The only down side to her spa bath was the fact that she couldn't have a bubble bath without the bubbles migrating from the tub and ending up knee deep on her bathroom floor. Maybe next time she'd try it without turning on the water jets in the tub. As she dried herself, applied her make up and did her hair she fantasised about what sort of man she wanted. Tall... he'd have to be tall. At least 6 foot tall, and built. She wasn't going to settle for anything less than a Greek god physique. He'd have to be funny, charming and outgoing. She wanted someone intelligent. Not brain surgeon intelligent but someone who could at least spell his own name without having to refer to a name badge. Loaded... he'd have to be loaded. Lot's of lovely money so he could take her places and buy her things... and so she could give up her shifts at Mrs. Tiggywinkle's. Finally he had to have a three pound cock. Yes she wasn't asking for much.

She decided to dress conservatively which was quite a mission for our heroine. It took an hour before she settled on her ensemble for the night and as she looked at herself in the mirror she thought she looked quite edible. The sheer blue midriff top set off her eyes and more importantly completely covered but didn't hide the sheer blue bra which in turn highlighted her permanently erect nipples. She had changed her navel jewellery and was wearing her favourite; an arrow on a chain that subtly directed the gaze down towards her crotch. A heavily pleated black micro mini skirt made of some gossamer sheer material clung to her hips giving tantalizing glimpses of the black g-string that rode on her hips higher than the waistband of the skirt. A pair of patterned thigh high stockings clung to her long smooth shapely legs and ended just below her shapely shaved pussy. Finally a pair of soft black leather boots with four inch stiletto heels that came to mid thigh rounded out her conservative ensemble. Looking at herself in the mirror she pirouetted, smiling at the way her diaphanous skirt floated up exposing her hot tight ass. The sit down test came next. Snow found that she could sit down without showing off all of her charms if she gave the task her complete attention. She was nearly ready. Quickly she laid out a couple of lines on her little mirror took out her ready rolled $110 bill and snorted her dinner. Now she was ready.

Twenty minutes later she was pulling up to the valet parking area outside the luxurious façade of Defiant's House of Blues Rib Shack and Tittie Bar. Her arrival sparked a minor riot among the valet parking attendants as they fought to have the honour of opening her door and peeping up her skirt. Finally the battle was over and a bruised, battered and bloodied valet staggered to her door.

"Welcome to Defiant's Ma'am," he lisped through torn lips and a mouthful of broken teeth as he opened the door and positioned himself for a look up her skirt. He wasn't disappointed. She swung her long legs wide as she exited the BMW and for a couple of seconds the battered valet had a great view of the Promised Land. Gathering herself Snow took two deep breaths which had the effect of calming her but unfortunately for the valet also had the effect of popping one of the buttons on her top. The valet howled in pain as the offending button hit him directly in the un-blackened eye. This distracted him enough to cause him to slam her car door shut... with his fingers still wrapped around the door pillar. His strangled scream of pain followed her all the way to the door of the club where she came face to face with the biggest bouncer she'd ever seen.

Tilting her head back to look up at him she said, "Hello I'm Snow. A friend of mine put my name on the guest list."

"I'm sure he did sweetie. My aren't you a pretty little thing. Now just you wait while I check my little list." Opening a folder he ran his finger down a column of names until he came to Snow's name. "Ooh here it is. Snow White. You go on in dear and have loads of fun. If you have any problems with the nasty men in there you just call me. My name's Beej which is short for BJ my nickname. Don't ask how I got it dear but it was fun earning it... and tasty too." His grin was a wonder to behold and Snow reached up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before skipping on into the club. As she went Beej muttered to himself, "That's almost enough woman to make me switch to girls."

The interior of the bar was as plush and luxurious as the exterior. The music was at a level where you could still hear yourself think and the lighting while low, wasn't gloomy. There were booths scattered around the outside of the room and tables radiating out from the perimeter of the booths. A small stage was set up to the right of the bar with a small dance floor in front. Although it was only just after nine o'clock the place was quite busy. Time for a drink. As she bellied up to the bar she was greeted by a well groomed young barman with slicked back hair and his shirt tied below his breastbone leaving his washboard stomach bare. His trousers were so tight that Snow could immediately tell that he wasn't Jewish.

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Thank you so much!

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 02:41:16 +0100

To the people who have become my friends on here thank you so much for allowing me to gain a peek into your lifes. And to everyone who has read me and not sent a horrible message thank you. Bit worried that all I have put on here is slutty shit. Which is not actually all I want to portray. I am quite boring really lol. Safe to say I do have a slutty side (which I adore about me)but I am lots of other things too. I am a mom to 5, yup 5 evil children. I run my own business, try to get into trouble whenever I can. I'm every woman

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For the story man

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 14:41:28 +0100

Have a caller who likes to ring on a friday after a very busy week for a bed time story. Not as easy as it sounds. Poor Goldielocks had a very bad time when she ran into the seven dwarfes last week. Here is this weeks bedtime tale. Sweet dreams

Once upon a time, a little girl (okay, so she was actually eighteen... bear with me here) went to a new school. She didn't know anyone there, and was nervous walking around the hallway, but she just clutched her books tight to her chest, and tried to figure out where her classes were.

When she finally got to her math class, she opened the door-and was so embarrassed, because class had already started! Everyone was looking at her. Especially one guy - she could feel his gaze as though he were actually touching her. And when she met his stare, he grinned like a wolf. She shivered, but wasn't sure if she should be scared or not. Actually, she felt kinda warm and her private places were tingly.

She could feel his eyes sliding over her dark red hair, lingering on her huge blue eyes. She shifted her books, and felt his eyes drop down to her tight little top, the ones with the buttons missing. She'd forgotten all about those buttons when she'd put it on, but she was running late and didn't have time to change. Now his eyes were following the smooth expanse of creamy skin left visible by those naughty buttons...and she liked how that made her feel. Down, down, down over those soft, white swells his eyes went...and his eyes got dark and dangerous.

She shifted her books again, getting nervous...and it pulled her top, popping off another button. She was almost scared to take a breath, or she'd tumble right out of her shirt! She could feel herself quivering...and his dark eyes were laughing at her...almost daring her to take another breath... a nice, deep breath...one that would strain that last little button...

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Just as she was about to fill her lungs with air, he glanced away, for just a second-and her soft creamy swells trembled with release as the pressure was taken off that last little button. She still felt all tingly though...and for some reason her nipples were hard as rocks! Oh, they felt so good, pressing against her shirt. She almost wanted him to look at her again, wanted him to make her tumble out of that tiny little shirt and into the open...wanted him to see her.

As a blush shimmered up her cheeks, she swayed a little, side to side, not sure of where to sit. That soft, swaying motion made her short little skirt flip and flutter, and the breeze across her bare little pussy was making her gasp in pleasure. Mmm... she felt naughty, with that cool air blowing across her moist little slit. Closing her eyes she wondered how it would feel if he touched her there, touched her in that spot that was wet and achy. The spot that only she had ever touched before.

With a gasp she realized that her fingers had been inching up the hem of her skirt...without her even realizing it. She had gotten lost in the dark, magnetic power of his eyes again... the eyes of the wolf, the boy with that big, feral grin. He looked like he wanted to eat her right up. Her eyes closed and her fingers tugged at the edge of her skirt again, taking it higher...and higher...until the hem of it brushed right against her bare little pussy, and she gasped.

Her eyes flew open, and her skirt dropped back down. Everyone was staring at her, but the only one she saw was him. As if...as if he were commanding her, controlling her. As if he owned her. She shivered, knowing it should be a shiver of fear... but it wasn't. It was pleasure. Wicked, wild, wanton pleasure.

* * * * *

With her eyes half closed and burning with the heat building up inside of her, she turned to the teacher and asked where she was supposed to sit, since all the seats were taken. Before the teacher could even answer, the wolf did. The wolf with that smile. The smile that said 'I could eat you all up.'

"Cum back here," the wolf said, scooting back on his seat and offering his lap. She felt a shiver run through her. She liked his dark skin, those satiny blue shorts, the white edging. Mesmerized, she walked over to him, the hem of her skirt swaying with every step, offering just a quick glimpse of smooth, wet pussy from the front...and soft white cheek from the back. He watched her walk closer, and grinned.

When she got to his chair, he motioned for her to lean down. When she did, her last button popped right off, went pinging across the room. The sides of her tiny little top peeled back, relieved of the pressure, offering those soft, creamy breasts up for his pleasure. He noticed that her nipples were still rosy red and swollen in pleasure.

He made her stand like that for a minute... knowing all the other boys in the math class were getting a close-up view of her tight ass and wet little pussy. She didn't even seem to realize how on-display she was --- she couldn't look away from the wolf's eyes, those dark, compelling eyes that made her want to do such deliciously naughty things.

Finally he reached up and barely brushed a fingertip over her rosy nipple. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and shivered along the length of her body. As if from a distance she heard some boy's voice comment on how she had just sent a rush of juices flowing from her pussy down her creamy thighs, but she was under the spell of her wolf, so nothing else really sunk in.

* * * * *

Seeing how hot she was, he changed his mind, and instead of his lap, she had to sit on his desk. Facing him. So sliding her leg over his lap, she straddled him...and felt the hot, wet heat of his tongue on her soft white breast...the breasts that no one had seen before now...the breasts that were fully on display to her wolf, and to anyone else in the room. She arched her back to offer him another taste of her rosy nipple, not realizing this would push that wet little slit right up tight to his sexy chest.

The feel of his slippery shirt against her superheated pussy made her gasp and draw back. Stumbling in her high heels, she fell onto his desk, arms braced behind her, leaned back and completely exposed to his dark, hungry gaze. Her head fell back, those dark red curls spilling onto and tumbling over his desk. Her full white breasts trembled with the force of her fall, soft skin quivering with need, rosy nipples tight with excitement. The shirt was almost off her shoulders, more of a frame than a protector. Her taut stomach trembled as she gasped for air, knowing such exposure on her virgin body was naughty, but wickedly aroused that her wolf was looking at her so closely.

And her pussy. Oh, her pussy. When she fell her skirt flipped all the way up...and that red, black and white tartan plaid framed those sweet, swollen lips to perfection. Soft, wet, and pulsing gently with arousal, her tight little pussy was begging for the wolf. He blew gently against that soft, wet slit, and watched as her hips jerked...and began to rock, and undulating motion that mimicked what he wanted to do to her.

* * * * *

With a low growl, he wrapped her hips up in his big paws, and buried his face in that wet little pussy. At the first lick of his long, talented tongue, she exploded, coating his sexy dark face with her creamy girl juice. Her legs gave out, and she fell flat on her back across his desk, fully displayed to everyone in the room. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and kept sliding his tongue across that bare, soft pussy, licking and sucking, making her mewl and moan in pleasure, her hips rocking.

Her head hung off the edge of his school desk, her soft white breasts bobbling in time with his artful ministrations. She was gasping, panting, moaning. She needed release, but didn't have experience enough to know what she needed a release from. Her wolf did, though. With every stroke of his tongue and every gush of her cream, he knew he was getting her tight little pussy ready for his big, strong cock. He grinned as he licked her, and the feel of his teeth against her sensitive flesh made her grab his head and shove him deeper into her, her screams renting the air.

Lifting his hips slightly, he slid out of his shorts...and as she trembled her way through another orgasm, he sucked hard on her clit, then slipped her down off the edge of the desk, and right onto his dark, throbbing cock. With her legs spread so wide around him and her pussy so wet, she slid all the way down in one smooth stroke, her virginity gone in an instant. She trembled once at the invasion, but her wolf had done his job well, and she was achy for his big dick to own her.

Putting her soft white hands on his dark shoulders, she lifted herself up, and slowly, softly slid back down, pleasure shining in her big blue eyes. Gasping, she lifted herself up again...and as his hands slid under her and lifted her higher, she mewled, thinking he meant to slip out of her. But he kept it right on the edge...teased her weeping pussy with that hard throbbing dick, until she was begging for it, begging him to take her, to fill her, to claim her.

Pulling his hands away, he dropped her hard onto that solid ridge of flesh, going deeper than he'd been yet...and feeling her tighten, gushing around him, flooding him with her juices. Growling deep in his throat, he wrapped his hand in her tangle of curls, and pulled her mouth to his, thinking what big eyes she had, what soft lips she had, what sweet tits she had. Pushing down on her shoulders he ground even deeper into her, wanting to ruin her for any other man, wanting to know her pussy belonged to him.

* * * * *

As she opened her lips and offered her sweet, hot mouth to his plundering tongue, he throbbed, deep inside of her. She flexed in response, unable to control herself. At his moan, she began sobbing and screaming, howling her intense pleasure at his ownership of her soft body. Her wolf let loose the animal inside, and he surged up from his chair, sending it crashing into the desk behind him.

Laying her flat against his desk, he held her ankles wide apart, spreading her completely, so that he could take her deep, hard, fast. His hips smacked against her thighs, his heavy balls slamming against her tight little ass. Her big breasts wobbled all over the place. Her hair nearly dragged the floor, her mouth open in a long, continuous wail as she coated him with her cream, each forceful thrust spewing another splash of hot, creamy juice over both their bodies, fusing them with the slick liquid. It dripped off his balls, splattered from the desk onto the floor, splashed up onto her breasts, her neck, her face.

Leaning forward, his long, strong tongue licked her clean, the feel of him tasting her most intimate juices making her splash even harder, and giving him more to clean up. He felt her nails digging into his back, and surged deep into her, abandoning his hold on her ankles for one on the desk which was about to flip over. As soon as he let go over her legs, they clamped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. He moaned at the incredible heat of her tight little pussy on his dick.

Nearly howling with his own release, he pulled back, and in one smooth motion, flipped her over, her softly rounded hips on one side of his desk, her creamy breasts hanging off the other. Roughly he jimmied her legs apart, then put the tip of his cock at the wet, slick bud of her tight little ass.

* * * * *

Steadily he pushed into her, hearing her moan, seeing her wince...and feeling her push back against him. He growled his pleasure that this sexy little virgin had willingly become his slutty little vixen, willing to do anything for him, with him. He slipped a big, dark hand under her belly, lifting her up and into him... and sliding all the way into the hot tightness of her creamy ass.

Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on the desk, and started sliding in and out, listening as her cries of pain turned to cries of pure pleasure. She begged him to take her, to fuck her ass, screamed in pleasure while he claimed that cherry, too. Before long he was rocking in and out of her, making her scream and cream as his heavy nuts swung against her swollen clit, banged against those wet cuntlips, sending her over the edge again and again and again.

Finally, when he felt he could hold back no longer, when he was sure her pleasure had guaranteed that she was his and only his, he slipped out of her tight, hot ass and (after a quick, cleaning swipe) back into the creamy, churning depths of her sweet cunt. Sliding in deep, he ground against her, listening as her screams of pleasure shook the room. His long, dark dick bumped up against her womb, nudging it, pressuring and pleasuring it, preparing it for the load he was about to give her.

Wrapping his hand tight in those curls her snapped her head back, tilted it around to face his, and ravaged her sweet, swollen lips with his teeth, tongue and lips. His other hand was still braced under her stomach, feeling her soft tits bounce off his arm with every forceful thrust. Her cream was everywhere, an explosion with every ferocious plunge into her incredible heat. Her nipples dragged against the wet, cool desk top, that sensuous friction ensuring their continued hardness.

As she reached one hand back to hold his hips tight into her, and the other reached up to cup the hand holding her hair, as her tongue slipped and slid against his and her eyes burned into his soul, as her breathy 'wolf' slipped from her moist mouth to his and her cunt tightened up around him in one last raging torrent of cream, he exploded deep inside of her, flooding her with his own cream, marking her as his for all time.

As their movement slowed, they became aware of the spellbound class watching them. Feeling a tingle of pleasure at having so lewdly displayed themselves, they kissed... and kissed again, softly smiling.

As she slipped her shirt back over her breasts to cover what she could, she felt his thick cream dripping down her thighs... and standing there, not even touching him, just looking into his dark, dangerous eyes...she trembled and came, knowing that her wolf had given as much as he'd taken.

Grabbing her hand, he tugged up his shorts and pulled her out of the room, secretly thrilled when her shirt billowed open and she made no move to adjust it. As the sound of her heels his soft laughter filtered back down the hallway, the teacher turned to the class, and said "and that, students, is what happens when one plus one makes three."

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Meaning of man talk

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 14:13:33 +0100

What men say isn’t always what they mean. The list that follows gives you an insight into the mind of the sex crazed beings known simply as…men!

They say: I love you.

They mean: Get your knickers off; I’ve just got time for a quick one!

They say: Sorry about that, I got a little over excited.

They mean: I came, that’s all I’m worried about!

They say: Can I buy you a drink!

They mean: If I can get you drunk I’ll have better chance of fucking you!

They say: I’ll ring you.

They mean: Nice knowing you, now fuck off!

They say: I had a meeting that ran late.

They mean: I just fucked my secretary!

They say: No, thanks. I’ve got to be up early.

They mean: I fucked my secretary again!

They say: I really do love you.

They mean: I’m drunk!

They say: I really, really do love you.
They mean: I’m out of my face on crack!

They say: I’m just nipping out for half an hour.

They mean: I’m off down the pub to get pissed. I’ll see you tomorrow!

They say: Will you marry me?

They mean: Please suck my cock!

They say: I can’t see you tonight. I’m going out with my mates.

They mean: Fuck off, you’re dumped!

They say: Of course I remembered.

They mean: Oh shit, I forgot!

They say: Would you like to dance?

They mean: You’ve got a massive pair of tits and I want to see them wobble!

They say: You look gorgeous.

They mean: Fancy a fuck?

They say: Of course I’ll respect you in the morning.

They mean: Get your kit off, will you? I’m desperate!

They say: Yes, I’m single.

They mean: I’ve got a wife and three kids at home!

They say: I’m a brain surgeon.

They mean: I’ve just escaped from an asylum!

They say: My dick is huge.

They mean: I bet you’ve never seen one this small before!

They say: You’ve got a great personality.

They mean: You’re an ugly cow!

They say: I used to be a porn star.

They mean: I once videoed myself masturbating!

They say: I love the opera, too.

They mean: I’ll agree to anything if there’s a chance I might get laid!

They say: I used to be a professional footballer.

They mean: I had a trial for Accrington Stanley…and failed!

They say: Football’s on the telly.

They mean: Shut your gob and get me another beer!

They say: Of course I like your mother.

They mean: I hope the old bitch dies horribly in a horrific lawnmower accident!

They say: Of course I like your father.

They mean: He’s bigger than me and owns a shotgun!

They say: I care about you a lot.

They mean: I’m fucking someone else!

They say: I’ve always wondered what a threesome’s like.

They mean: I want to fuck your best mate!

They say: I’m sorry. I just don’t like her.

They mean: I’ve fucked your best mate!

They say: Honey, I’m home.

They mean: Get ‘em off; I’m as stiff as a board!

They say: Are you watching this?

They mean: This is crap. Fancy a quick one?

They say: That was the best sex ever.

They mean: I’m a vain, arrogant twat!

They say: How was it for you?

They mean: Am I the greatest or what?

They say: I’m sorry.

They mean: Shut your face, you moaning old bag!

They say: Really? That’s nice.

They mean: What the fuck are you talking about?

They say: You’re a very nice person.

They mean: You’re so damn ugly I’d be too embarrassed to be seen in public with you…now fuck off!

They say: It’s not you, it’s me.

They mean: It’s me!

They say: I’m not ready to commit to a serious relationship.

They mean: You’re a great fuck with massive tits, but you’ve got a face like a well-smacked arse!

They say: I’ve been hurt in the past.

They mean: I sleep around a lot and usually get caught!

And finally, the cherry on top.

They say: I do.

They mean: Not a fucking chance in hell!

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Me and my penis :)

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:59:48 +0100

To the women out there,

I've talked to many of my girl friends, both virgin and not, about sex. What seems to come up most in our discussions is, The Penis. Most fear it, others set out to tame it. For the shy kinda girl, it is not something they care to think about or deal with. It's alien, it's foreign, it moves on its own. As females we don't quite know how to deal with this, as we have nothing that is like that, all our body parts are fastened down as best they can be with the occasional jiggle and bounce. I remember when I wanted nothing to do with penises, even after I had sex. But, I came to realize, that for a fulfilling, happy, exciting relationship, girls, know your penis!

I never even looked at my first boyfriends "Pedro", but from what I remember about my first time, it was nothing to be amazed about. I mean, if your 16, just had your first sexual experience, and are thinking "Um, that was it? I went against my faith and years of learning abstinence is best, for this???" Yeah, sad. My next encounter with the "love sausage" was with my second boyfriend at 18. Again, no interest, no need to explore or learn about his body. My relationship with him ended with him forcing his cock on me, literally. Not very good experiences, but with my third boyfriend, I found myself mysteriously interested and fascinated by the product of his "Y" chromosome which dangled between his legs, wafting in breeze.

It's so different! Anything that can go from a flabby 2-3 inches to an 8-inch rock-hard behemoth, has to be one of the most compelling, amazing thing to watch. It did take more then one time for me to finally confront "God"(or little Tim, as I like to call him), but I was amazed at how much he filled me and completed me like neither one of my other boyfriends had. I knew he was bigger and thicker, so I was driven to see him.

Wow! How ugly can it get? I mean really, a common agreement between me and the girls I know who have wonderful penile relationships are: It's so ugly, it's cute! Like Chihuahuas or hairless cats. It's all shriveled and tiny and "floppy" when not in use, heavens, the balls appear huge in comparison, thoroughly dwarfing the little dangler. Yet when its like this, its incredibly mobile. You can take it at the base and move your hand and make it swing around like the rotors on a helicopter! I had never been so entertained by a minute object in all my life. Once, I actually found that you could press the balls up into the flaccid shaft and make it look kinda like two big bug eyes with long nose. He even let me draw eyes on it with a permanent marker! Is that love and devotion, or what?

When we go to sleep at night, I like to rest my hand on his genital area and wait. I love the feeling of it starting to harden. It's amazing how you feel it move on its own, twitching under my fingers. Soon, it has definitely grown beyond my hand. Then, the most amazing thing happens! It starts to move back and forth on its own! Guys should feel special, they can control the random movement of their hardened "fuck pole". We can't do it with anything we have. Show me a girl who can "wag" her clitoris and then I'll be impressed. Not only is it fascinating to watch him in his own control, but you would be amazed at what a good joystick it makes. If you ever want to get a giggle out of your man, simply act out one of his lame computer games using the penis as the throttle.

Not only does a girl have to get to know all the little wrinkles and waggles of her partners "trouser snake", she has to know the penis's two closest friends, the balls. These funny little sacks of flab look like somebody took walnuts and put them in a saggy latex bag. Really, these things are almost as fascinating as the penis. Not only are they funny looking, but they are covered in about 6 coarse hairs that are longer then anything you'll find on the chest. A man's whole "swimsuit area" is constantly under motion completely separate from the rest of the men's body, if the groin is its own being, then the balls are the brain. Not only is it wrinkly and separated into two spheres, it is under constant motion. You tickle the right side and the all the skin will wrinkle towards the touched area. You can make a game out of this. I can honestly say I have spent countless time sitting and watching the unconscious movement of the scrotum. Believe it or not, when you do this, you will also note that The Penis feels as though it is getting plenty of attention and put on a little wagging show for you accompanied by the shifting dance of the testicles.

We can find so many things about the male physique that is fascinating and worth exploring. Experimentation is the key to finding out all these different games and such. There is one thing to say, we can play with it, toy with it, pet it, stroke it, kiss it, whatever, but in the end, we only have to deal with it when we want to. We get the benefits while the men get that dangly feeling between the legs. We can laugh as we watch them adjust themselves from suffering from penis-and-balls-sticking-to-my-inner-thigh-syndrome. Giggle when you watch them have to adjust themselves because their willies get excited from you walking towards them. Ignore the fact that they can write their names in the snow while we squat, is it really worth the easy ejaculation or blue balls? No!

Women, take pride in your penises, get to know them, love them, name them. They will be your truest, most steadfast friends. Even if your man is mad at you, his penis will always forgive you. Not to mention, just the right touch, tap, and stroke, and he'll be moaning and forget what he was mad about. Take advantage of it, god didn't give men penises for their own use; they simply look after them till we're ready to play. I know that if we ever break up, the one thing I will demand is visitation rights to MY penis!

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Tonight callers will receive the following...

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 01:01:08 +0100

I hear it in your voice. I see it in the way you look at me. You show it when you lick your lips after saying my name. As if the very mention of my existence should be caressed by your tongue. You wonder what I would feel like underneath you. You want to touch me, to smell my skin. It’s all possible. Close your eyes and picture me.

I’m behind you. You hear footsteps and instantly know it’s me. You turn to see my smile of recognition. As usual, I’m happy to see you. I lace my fingers with yours as I move into you. You wrap your arms around me, trapping my hands behind my back. You lean in towards me. Slowly, hesitantly with a question in your eyes. I part my lips and tilt my head, granting permission.

The kiss is gentle and explorative. You test the waters. I open my mouth wider to give our tongues more room to play. You release my hands to stroke my ass. My hands frame your face as we move closer still. You can smell my perfume. It’s exotic, floral, and just what you expected. The kiss deepens as your hands roam over my body, committing the feel of my shape to memory. Your mouth moves to my neck, your hand on the back of my head, as you taste my warm skin.

You back me up against the wall. You wrap both of my wrists in your strong hand and raise my arms above my head, holding me in place. Your other hand undoes a button on my blouse. You slowly trail a finger against the skin you’ve exposed. You explore my collarbone, tracing the curve underneath my blouse towards my shoulder.

You undo another button. The tops of my breasts are visible. You can see the sheerness of my bra… the shadow of cleavage in the cleft between my breasts.

Another button. You see my nipples harden, straining against the bra’s fabric. You trace the dark areolas with your fingertip.

Another button. The full, round shape of my breasts are visible. You cup them, one by one, cataloguing the sensation.

Another button. A very light trail of hair starts above my belly button. You tickle this spot with fluttering fingers.

The last button. The trail of hair continues into the waistband of my jeans. You trace this rim of cotton around my waist, dipping a finger and teasing the sensitive skin at the base of my spine. My hips push forward as you unsnap my pants. You release my hands and inhale slowly. You watch my hands fall to my sides, waiting on my reaction to freedom and my state of undress.

My hands encircle your neck as I take a step apart. You breathe an almost inaudible sigh of relief. You grab handfuls of my pants. Pulling, you lower yourself with them. You put your face in my crotch. You hadn’t expected my pussy to smell so sweet. I look down to watch you linger there, your nose at the v of my damp slit. Your eyes are closed as you press your face into the sheer fabric of my panties and breathe deeply.

I place my hands on your shoulders as you remove my shoes, jeans, and panties. You rise slowly, running your hands up the length of my heated physique. Your hands reach my bra and stop abruptly as if assaulted by the thin material. You quickly undo the clasp and pull it from my arms. You take a step back and wonder at the notion of having me gloriously naked in front of you. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of my nakedness. I boldly meet your gaze as we stare into each other’s eyes. Your eyes travel over my skin, caressing me as if it were a touch. You have a knowing smile on your face. You step in, outlining my face with your hands. You kiss me, thoroughly, completely ……weakening my knees. My breath catches in my chest. This passion is the most intense I’ve ever known.

Your tongue probes every corner of my moth. Our tongue’s frenzied dance quickens my pulse. You release me to look deeply into my eyes. I see another question there. I whisper, “Yes,” in response.

You move me to the bed arranging me on my side. I hear you remove your clothes and then you are with me, spooned against my backside. Your hands begin a gentle journey of my body. Starting at the curve of my breast, sliding slowly over my ribcage, moving down into the indentation of my waist, back up over the curve of my hip, over my thigh and behind my leg up to where my ass and thigh meet. You play with the rounded shelf my full ass displays.

You lift my leg and place it behind me, over your hip. You reach around to find my moist center. You insert a finger and move in light circles, enjoying the sounds my wet pussy is making. The head of your hard dick presses against my dripping hole. She’s ready for you. In one fluid motion, you bury yourself deep inside me. Filling me. I can feel your pubic hair on my ass and I revel in the thought that I have all of your wonderful manhood inside me. My muscles contract to hold you firmly in place. You begin to slide out unhurriedly. You enter me again at a leisurely pace. This feeling is bliss.

I concentrate on my muscles, keeping my pussy tight, enveloping you. You plant yourself deep inside and rotate your hips, furthering your penetration. Your hands move to my breasts. The nipples are tight and hard. A soft moan escapes my lips. This slow, smooth love is what you knew I’d like. My moans deepen and become louder. Your pace quickens as you bite and suck on my back and neck. I can feel the heat of the bruises as you leave your mark on my flesh.

Your fingers and mine tangle together above our heads. With your free hand, you pinch my nipple and squeeze it roughly. I cry out in pain/pleasure, unsure where one ends and the other begins. I am pushing my ass against you, silently begging for release. You finally release my nipple and reach down to touch my clit. I gasp and that fuels your fire. You trace your finger along the lips of my sex feeling the way your dick is stretching my pussy open. Just for you. You increase the tempo of your hips, slapping yourself against me. You place your hand firmly on my hairless mound to ensure the deepest excavation possible.

My moans are increasing in volume and frequency. You can tell from the sounds I am making that I will cum soon. You finger my clit and my head moves back into your shoulder. I climax, squeezing your hand and gripping the sheets. I yell your name, over and over again as an intense white-hot heat surges through me. You continue ravaging my pussy with your dick and hand until I feel your body begin to spasm. Your face is in my hair, breathing in my scent. You growl deep in your chest. The sounds you are making and your fingers bring me to another orgasm. It starts at my sensitive clit, underneath your fingertips and radiates outward, rippling through every nerve. I can feel spurts of your hot cum filling my sacred space. You whisper my name as your body stills. I can hear a smile in your voice. We are silent as the power of what happened consumes us. I don’t want to break the silence, but I feel compelled to tell you what has been true from the first time you smiled at me………

“I belong to you.”

Not bad if I do say so myself

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Creepy punter...

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 12:57:59 +0100

I have offically had my creepiest caller ever. He started out your average freak. Has this cock harness with spikes that he likes to put on and as you talk to him he gets aroused and the spikes kick in blah, blah. Last night though he upped his game big style. Now One of my characters is named Monica, she is a blonde bust cardiac nurse, very dominant. Well he stats asking me what I wore under my uniform. I tell him red velvet of course. Start with my bra which is a half bra, he's breathing heavy, tell him the panties are french cut velvet with a suspender belt and he's moaning. Then it begins, he asks if I set the monitors off, I say naturally. Then he enquires if by being a cock tease I have ever killed one of my paitents. It progresses there to him wanting me to explain how I suffocated the old men with my cleavage, or trapped them between my thighs of death till they pop. Very disturbing man. I don't think that having the pussy of death would actually be that fun. At some point people would notice that all who fucked me died. Then again maybe being a sexual super villian could be fun

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Terminal Boredom has set in!

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 13:52:37 +0100

Realised last night I am getting awful bored. Starting to use the same lines on all of them which is not good in my opinion. I don't ever want to sound like I can't be bothered. It's very important to be grateful for the things you get I think. I look at it like this, there are bazillions of phone bitches out there, and if out of all of them they choose me to spend their dime on then that deserves a bit of respect. So I try not to sound like I'm not interested, I don't moan the minute they come on the line. but most important I don't judge..God I am nearly perfect

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What is happening to my CBB??

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 15:40:41 +0100

Another one bites the dust. Leo has walked, at this rate there will be more walkers than evictions. Getting a bit depressing. I am hoping Face is gonna win, but thats probably because he is my fellow countryman...It's really become a big old nasty pile of caca now though. I must pray to the Big Brother Gods for a better show

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Busy busy...

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 04:41:01 +0100

Been a scorcher all night. Had a fab chat with Matt, he's got a wonder woman thing which is quite amusing. Had dinner with my best friend tonight and we went and saw this fab blues band in Cardiff. They were really hot. All in all a good day aside from the unholy weather. Hope everyone else managed to stay dry and not be blown to Oz. xoxox

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He is better than chocolate!

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 02:12:44 +0100

Just had my favorite caller. Can't be good liking him this much. He has a voice that is just so mmmmmmmmm that I lose all sense of perspective. He is what makes my job so fucking fun I can't stand it. It's like the butterflies you get when you are first with someone. and after umpteen shags the butterflies go away. But because he is phone man its always new. Hence my never ending lust for him Sometimes I really love what i do lol.

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Seven minutes to perfection!

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 15:17:03 +0100

Just got through answering a help me help me emailabout keep the attention of your phone friend. It's all about pace and keep Johnny Hard-on on the line as long as possible... So for the first time I unveil the Seven minute blowjob! Be amazed

Ask: Where are you? [in bed, couch, car etc.]

# What are you wearing?

# I'm going to take your cock out [of your pants, towel, briefs, etc.] and I'm going to look at you right in your eyes and I'm going to give you a really sexy smile...

# Then I'm going to make my lips really soft and really wet (mmmmmm) Do you like that? [always try to get your customer to engage with you if you can]

# then I'm going to start to lick and lap your balls...(moaning and slurping :10)
# Now, I'm going to take one of your balls and I'm going to pop it in my mouth and I'm going to roll it around with my tongue just like this (moaning and slurping 10 seconds)

# Then you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to take your other ball and I'm going to stretch it just slightly in your ball sack I'm going to lick it and roll it around with my tongue just like the other one

# Now, I'm going to stretch your ball sack and I am going to lap your balls through it. [Stretch your balls for me mmmmm do you like that?]

# Then I'm going to lift up your balls and I'm going to take my tongue and you know that spot right under your balls that's like the base of your cock? ...I'm going to take my tongue and flick it just like this (flicking noise 5 seconds) mmmm did you like that? [flicking noise 5 more seconds.] Just like this...(moan slurp 10 seconds)

# I bet that made your cock really hard didn't it...

# Now I'm going to look at you right in your eyes...mmmmm....and I'm going to lick you all the way from the base of your cock to the head of your cock just as if you were a giant popsicle...mmmm..I'm going to lick you just like this (slurp 10-15 sec)

# then I'm going to take my tongue and I'm going to round and round the head of your cock and I'm going to stick my tongue right in your pee hole...and I'm going to lick your precum right out of the head of it...

# then I'm going to slather my lips with your precum....and I'm going to smoosh my lips together...and I'm going to look you right in the eye and I'm going to give you a nastyest little smile...and there will be a strand of precum just hanging right between my lips...just like in magazines....and I'm going to lick it right off my lips and I'm going to swallow it mmmm yummy...

# and I'm going to climb up and give you a nice French kiss....I'm going to make my lips so soft and I am going to put my tongue right in your mouth and you can put your tongue in mine [moan] and my mouth is going to get sooooo wet. And you know what else gets wet when a girls mouth gets wet? [get him to say it] that's right her pussy gets wet. and my pussy is sooo wet baby, feel it.

# Proceed to Oral Sex on YOU and then lick your Pussy Juice off of his cock, deep throat him and swallow his hot load or let him simply cum all over your tits, tummy, face [called a "facial"], or elsewhere.

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Its always the quiet ones...

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 03:58:37 +0100

So I thought I had your garden variety submissive boy earlier. I was actually getting quite bored with him so I decided to up his game for him. I figured I would push him over the edge, he'd not be able to cope and just piss off so i could talk to someone more interesting. So I get him to go get his toothbrush and a shoelace from his trainers. He comes back having fetched the shit and I put him on his knees in front of his mirror. I want him to have a good view of the whore he really is blah, blah. So I tell him to take the shoelace under his balls and bring it up over his tiny useless cock and tie it together in a nice tight bow. I then tell him that Monica's rule number 1 is I don't play with dirty cocks so scrub it with the toothbrush. At this point I expected to hear the click...but no this boy went for the mirror finish.
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Boredom is getting critical now

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 01:59:51 +0100

Well had your garden variety call earlier. Started the usual way where ya from, what ya look like, blah, blah! And then out of no where he hits me with it...I have a bit fetish, for sneezeing women. He got major points for creativity. It's not often you hear something new But all I could think about was what happens to this poor bastard during cold and flu season It must be a nightmare with bitches sneezeing everywhere. What he needs is a girl with a severe hayfever condition

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No ring ring tonight!

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 00:28:20 +0100

God it's quiet tonight...quiet enough that I decided having a blog would be cool. My apologies now to all I will offend. Was reading a bit of Voltaire last wee and came across the coolest quote! "I have no morals, but I am a very moral person" I found it very apt

Anyway greetings from a very bored phone bitch!

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