The smart, witty, sassy, erotic and sometimes bitchy life of a regular girl turned Phone Sex Operator. I love my job, am amused and turned on by my clients.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Did I Not Get the Memo?
I swear, some days are Fucktard Day for sure!
Get a clue - I know I am a phone bone luxury - but can we stop asking dumb ass questions? Oh and I do remember a LOT of details of who I chat with or do calls with. I will remember your m.o., I will remember the questions you ask, I will remember that you have wasted my time in chat for over a year, or have called my number more than once with that tired ol line - I've never done this before? Oh yea????? then how come I remember you getting your balls drained while I rode you bareback with my strap on dipped in crisco? Anywho - I love men, I love taking calls, getting off and flirting....I do on the other hand, hate assholes, idiots, dumb asses, fakers, abusers and FUCKTARDS!
>Your Sunny Personality
Heaven
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Can I Get a Light?
I have a new friend. "W" has opened up a new type of call for me. Well, it isn't NEW - just a fetish that your loving angel has yet to do with a caller. Now, I did work in a fetish club at one time and I remember a very smartly dressed handsome man coming in one day. He loved coming in to the club to receive a hot oil rub down. His request......fully naked, soft music, all lights off and a single taper candle lit. He would get his back rubbed first. My soft hands, tits and thighs rubbing against him as I stroked his shoulders, back and ass. When it was time to roll over he would request I take a break. Sit back on the couch, cross my legs and light a cigarette from the lit candle. Sitting in the dark I would blow smoke rings across the room at him. After a few puffs it would become a game. He would hold and stroke his oiled up cock and I would blow rings towards it. Every time that ring would go around his cock he would rub faster. Each puff I would get closer and closer to his cock. Blowing the smokey heat slower and harder onto his cock. A true blow job. =) Once I swear his cum shot right through the puff of smoke!
"W" reminds me of him. On the phone I cradle his cock between my tits and hot box my cigarette. I asked him to slide his cock right into that billowy puff of smoke escaping my lips. He rewards me with a shot of his cum. YUM!
Why wait until after?!?
Your Loving Bad Habit Angel,
Heaven
"W" reminds me of him. On the phone I cradle his cock between my tits and hot box my cigarette. I asked him to slide his cock right into that billowy puff of smoke escaping my lips. He rewards me with a shot of his cum. YUM!
Why wait until after?!?
Your Loving Bad Habit Angel,
Heaven
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