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

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