Halloweenie Special

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Heaven - the Muse

So I was talking to a favorite (yes I have a lot of them) of mine.  He is delicious.  His intelligence is what makes him even more sexy.  A performer, a man in tune with his artistic side.  Beautiful curly red hair.  Nice voice and fun.  So he had to go to piano class the other night.  How was it?  Boring he says.  I was telling him how I love a man playing piano.  The idea of him sitting at his piano.  Frustrated.  Shirt off, sweating, red curls sticking to the back of his neck and forehead.  I was watching, in the dark.  Banging at his piano but obviously out of sorts.  I am stroking my panties, biting my lip, watching him.  I adore the look of a big man pouring his soul out through his fingers.  He turns to look into the empty theater, hearing something.  I take my chance.

Start walking towards the stage.  Trembling in my short red dress.  He asks me to join him on his bench.  I catch him staring at my thighs.  I take his hand from the ivory keys and place it between my thighs.  Squeezing it there so he can feel the heat from within my panties.  I stand and sit upon his keys, making a few notes into the still air.  I pull the straps on my dress exposing my tits.  Full, pale, with hard nipples.  He leans in and begins to suck them.  Spreading my legs, arching my back and lying back against the piano I rub against him.  Grabbing his thick, wet hair in my hand I push him between my thighs.  Pushing his tongue past my panties he is making me wet.  Cupping my ass, grinding me into his mouth like I was quenching his thirst.  I push him back, reach down for his cock and release it from his jeans.  I wrap my legs around him, feeling his sweaty chest against my stomach.  I take his lips against my mouth, sucking his tongue.  As I suck he pushes into me.  Fucking me right there on his piano.  Gripping my ass hard, thrusting deep and hard.  Hurting oh so good.  My cunt wrapped around his cock, his hands in my hair, pulling and forcing deeper and deeper.  Faster until he makes me cum all over his cock.  Biting his tender pale neck he grunts deep, cumming so hard my ass presses into the ivory keys.  He collapses on top of me, both of us shaking.  His fingers gliding across me, feeling his soul as he smiles.

Now he must always remember our time every time he sits at that piano.

Your Adoring Angel,
Heaven

Not Such a Nice Day for a White Wedding

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Stanley Steamer????

So today is Tuesday, offering up a Two for Tuesday special...Which is every damn Tuesday btw.  Buy One Ten Minute Call Get a Second Ten Minute Call for Free!  Now that is some deal and ONLY Available on Tuesdays.

I did receive a phone call today.  I was in my room watching some tube when the phone rang.  I answered.  Hi - um is this Stanley Steamer? No.  Sorry.  Bye.  Dialtone.   I may have carpet and I may now how to suck....but the only carpet I am sucking isn't the one you spilled on, walked on and let your dog pee on.  He called again 20 minutes later.  I didn't pick up the phone.  A while later the phone rings.  Hello?  Hey I was wondering if you can help me.  I have three numbers wrote down here for Stanley Steamer and trying to figure out which one it is.  LOL

Now I could have been a bitch - you know who you are - and yelled, gotten pissy, hung up or just been a general rude person.  But no.  I ask, What city are you in?  New York.  Cool - let's get on the ol google bar and find your number.  Oh (chuckle) I can do that.  I said, well I am a phone sex operator so I have no interest in cleaning your carpets.  But, I would be inclined to tell you that you can view my little red carpet at Phone Sex Kingdom.  Guaranteed you never wanted to suck clean a carpet as bad as this one.  We chuckle...he says oh wow a redhead!  You sound like a really fun girl!  Damn straight I am!  And hey - how about while you are waiting for Stanley Steamer to show up you just check out the site.  I take back the "mark that 888 823 6127 off your list"  What you want to do is put a big heart around it and gimme a call when you are ready to dirty up that carpet again!  I sure will, I am definitely intrigued.

I am a real woman, a real fun woman.  I don't demand, beg or threaten.  I always have time - even if to find you the Stanley Steamer in YOUR area.  Because you always attract more flies with honey than vinegar.

Muah
Your funny, helpful, real genuine angel
Heaven

Sweet Dreams

I woke up this morning and my thighs were sticky.  I had been dreaming.  A long hot, sticky, very real dream.  I can't remember everything - but it was very dark and the music really loud.  Thumping in my chest and head.  My heart was beating fast and I was swaying, bending, rubbing and grinding.  Long red hair sticking just a bit to my shoulders and forehead.  A cool breeze occasionally running across my ass and up across my full naked tits.  I could feel fingers touching me.  I stepped up into a chair and squatted across my faceless admirer.  I felt hot breath against my thighs, fingers toying with the edge of my panties.  From the heat, the beat and the smell of sex in the air, my pussy was throbbing.  I pressed myself down across him and slid.  The throbbing in his hard cock was obvious as it pressed into my thigh, across my swollen clit, my stomach.  How nicely it fit in between my full, round tits.  The urge to pull his zipper, reach inside and clasp that cock took over.  I want IT!  With its soft yet firm head pulsing in my hand my mind played every scenario - - - how hot each of them would be.........which one do YOU choose?

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Do You Know How to Have fun?

Well, the 4th of July is over and now all that remains is one marshmallow left over from smores, a lot of red, white and blue paper, some burnt up punks, and a pile of empty beer bottles.  But it was fun while it lasted.  Now back to some serious work.

I love my job and as I mentioned earlier, I have been in the adult entertainment business for a little while now.  I want to share with you ----  I used to work in a little private club called Pamela's.  In this club there are two private rooms, a hot tub, a handful of sexy girls and it promises an "all nude" atmosphere.  In our down time us girls, dressed in various forms and items, but all of us used to our nudity, would play what we called "toilet paper football".  See, on the hot tub was this giant tarp we were responsible for covering the tub with in the mornings.  We used to pull it down our dark, nicely painted and decorated hallway.  Close all the adjoining doors, put pillows in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors and wave to the camera in the hallway.  A basketful of toilet paper would be placed at either end.  Charisma - so properly named, the little deviant of the group, would grab bottles of baby oil, also a staple in our club, and squirt the tarp liberally.  So the game would begin.  I don't think we ever kept score but we would throw these rolls of toilet paper to one side and the girl that caught the paper would run, or attempt to, down the oily tarp.  Tackles were the most fun and before you knew it you were laughing, soaked in oil, your ass mark on the mirror and that beautiful hairdo now an oily mess.  You could not help but want to become a part of this fun.  Ahhh the ploy.  When guys would come into Pamela's first thing they see if a lobby, with a window.  They step up to the window and the door opening causes the doorbell to ring.  Now the bosses loved you to be modelesque.  Very pretty lingerie, hair, nails, gloss, perfection.  To speak well and entice with your skills.  But come to find out when two or three really oily, mascara running, hair stuck to your forehead, laughing their asses off, playing grab ass and such came to the window - almost every time cover fees were paid and shows were bought and playtime=moneymaking ensued.  I only share this to prove a fact.  It isn't if you win or lose, it is how much fun you have playing the game.  Men don't need perfection ladies, they need fun and a sense of adventure.  So stop complaining about what you don't have, what you have lost over the years, no one's ass stays perfect forever, and just get out there, jump right in and enjoy it.  Stop doing a disservice by faking it.  If sex looked great everytime we did it, we would all be pornstars.  Just a thought shared by your favorite little phone bone angel.  Heaven

My Version of FAQ's

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