Thursday, October 28, 2010
I have run into a bit of health issues and will be unavailable on Niteflirt for a while. I will miss you terribly (yes you) but recovery from surgery may take up to a month. In the meantime you can send me messages through this blog as a comment or if you have my IM address you can leave me a message there. I look forward to getting back to our play! xxoo mia
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The fourth man in the group was R. From the photos he sent me, R was a smaller man who was, frankly, quite nerdy. We had little to talk about when he first called me, it was awkward. In every picture he sent me it was him posing with family, he had blurred out the family members. I noticed this right away. It was like he had no identity outside of his role as father/husband/son. But he never mentioned his family or wife. The topic we finally discussed was literature. As expected we did not share similar tastes, or perhaps our worlds were just so different that bringing the gap, even in our preferred pleasure reading material, was going to be a challenge. I finally called S to ask his advice. R laughed heartily after I made the statement “This guy knows nothing about the world I am from; I doubt we will ever make a connection!” He asked me what we have tried talking about and I told him fiction. I said “R has some authors he has suggested I check out, it’s this extreme sci-fi stuff, I am not sure I can get through it.”
“Did you suggest anything for him?”
“Not yet, I was trying to think of someone he might like, maybe Hakuri Murakami?”
He laughed again. “Give him the titles of some erotica you like.” So I did.
A week after I sent him my list he wanted to meet. I drove up to a Courtyard about 20 minutes from where I live. Not sure what to wear I figured that the best bet was to just be me. It was warm that early spring day so I wore cut off jeans, boots and a tight black tee-shirt. We met in the lobby and he gave me a formal handshake. His eyes began darting excitedly up and down my body, but he quickly corrected himself. He was not as mousey and nerdy as he appeared in his pictures. He had on sporty Patagonia clothing and hiking sandals. He was small but not squatty or disproportioned, he looked fairly fit and although he was balding, he handled it well by keeping his hair short. He had lovely light blue eyes.
Sitting in the lobby we made small talk. Finally the conversation ground to a halt. Minutes of awkward silence passed. Finally he leaned forward and whispered “I want to see you cum. I want to watch you masturbate.”
Relief flooded over me. This was a conversation I could have. This was a request I could happily fulfill.
He stood and left a room key on the coffee table between us. He stood to leave, gave me a hand shake and walked out of the building. He made me laugh. He treated our rendezvous like we were characters in some type of spy novel. This man R was definitely sexually repressed. I walked down the hallway toward the room number and pledged to break this man out of his sexual shackles. I went directly in the room and waited. In five minutes he entered. He brought in a bag with a bottle of wine. It was a nice Italian wine, just the kind I prefer. He admitted that S had helped him pick it out for me. He blushed and it endeared him to me. I liked him. He was cute.
I wasted no time. This was a sexual emergency. My intuition took over and I took control. I guided him to the bed and had him lay back. He looked uncomfortable but he was already aroused. I leaned over the bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek and let my hand rest on his hard on. I asked him, breathily in his ear “So do you want to watch me cum?” He dragged his tongue across his dry lips and murmured an “uh-huh”.
His hands were plastered at his sides and his whole body was stiff as I stood up and smiled at him. I started with a slow seductive strip tease. He stared like a deer caught in headlights as I flipped my hair, turned around and swayed my hips to silent music. I closed my eyes and let my hands wander up and down my torso, cupping my breasts and gripping the front of my jean shorts. When I opened my eyes he was transfixed and there was a growing stain in the front of his khaki’s. His hands were still frozen to his sides. I asked him “Is this what you wanted?” His voice came out at a croak but it was an enthusiastic croak “Oh yes!”
“If you like it and are enjoying it, why don’t you show me, why don’t you touch yourself and make it feel good?”
He was shy. He stood and turned away from me. I walked over and poured another glass of wine attempting to give him his privacy. When I turned back he was under the sheets still wearing his shirt. I glanced down have expected not to see his shoes, but there were there piled neatly by his folded pants. His right hand was hidden under the covers and his left was still plastered to his side. I began my striptease again.
I rocked my shoulder and kept my eyes locked on his as my hand began toying with the hem of my shirt. I raised it slowly so he could see the smooth bare expanse of my belly. I turned away from him bending forward and swaying my ass as I began raising my shirt.
“I love your tattoos Mia. I have thought about you showing them to me just like this…”
I turned my upper torso toward him. His hand was now visibly moving under the covers. I pulled my tee shirt the rest of the way over my head and tossed it over the chair. I wore a red and black push up bra. My tits were full and voluptuous behind the satiny fabric. Wearing nothing but the bra and cut off short and knee high boots I hooked my thumbs behind the snap of my jeans and popped it open. He gasped. I grinned at him “Might want to slow down there R, make it last…” He did exactly what I asked. His hands fell to his side. His cock was outlined by the sheet. I was curious by what I saw. He saw me looking at him and pulled his leg up to hide his bulge. I soothed him with my voice, telling him to relax and enjoy himself. I reached forward and tugged at the sheet. He sat paralyzed as the fabric moved down his hips to finally reveal the tip of his cock. I left it there. I was enjoying his discomfort.
I leaned forward, letting my full breasts spill forward toward where he lay paralyzed. His cock flexed as I reached behind my back to unclasp. I let my bra fall and I continued undulating. My nipples stiffened instantly as swayed. I reached up and let them rest in both palms, my fingertips reaching to my nipples and twisting them between fingers. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the pinches. I always enjoy a bit of rough nipple play. I smiled again as he sat rapt in the bed. His cock was straining under the covers, a shiny tip peaking out at me. He was open mouthed as he stared at my breasts. If he hadn’t initially specifically asked me just to masturbate for him I would have brought my breast to his mouth. But I was enjoying teasing him immensely. He was beyond aroused. It was like showing off for a teenaged virgin. I was half way expecting him to spew all over his belly at any second and my shorts hadn’t even come off yet.
I began wiggling out of my cut offs. I nodded at him as his hand began creeping back to his erection.
“Yes R, I am making myself feel so good right now… join me.”
I stepped out of the jeans clumped at my feet and sat on the edge of the arm chair, wearing only red and black thong. I pulled my boots off. He raised himself on the bed, to get a better view of me, shoving a couple of pillows behind his back. The armchair swiveled so turned toward him and with my knees pressed tightly together I rubbed my hand against my crotch. I laid my head against the back of the chair. Moaning softly and letting my hand work its magic, my clit throbbed. I stopped thinking about R and just enjoyed getting myself off. My knees fell wide and I let my finger slip under the triangle of panty fabric. My finger traced those familiar folds, and dipped into the wetness over and over. I knew I could cum right then, but what fun would that be? That’s when I remembered R. I opened my eyes and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shyness was gone. He was rapidly wanking a thick stocky cock and staring at my disappearing fingers.
“Please Mia, can I see it? All the way?”
“See what R?”
He squirmed and struggled. His good upbringing made him uncomfortable with asking for what he wanted. I was not going to let that stop me. I had already committed to breaking him out of his sexual repression. I had to assist. “Say it R… Say the word. Say… P U S S Y. “
He nodded and licked his lips. His hand started moving faster up and down on the shaft as he blurted the word “Pussy!” He was wanking so quickly that his hand was a blur. I was impressed with the girth of his cock. And his staying power.
I wiggled in the chair, working at pulling my thong down my thighs. I left it on both calves then laid back and worked the thong down my calves and onto my feet. Then I see-sawed my feet, stretching the fabric between them so that the panties obscured his view of my crotch. I let the stretching material snap off one foot so the panties dangled. He moaned as they made that sudden snap. I folded my knee back and with the thong hanging off one toe I let the tiny string that was once over my hip tickle my clit at the same moment I let my right knee fall open. My pussy played pee-a-boo behind the panties. I grabbed them off my toe and dropped them onto my crotch, completely hiding my pussy once more. I loved teasing him. He was incredibly turned on.
“Please Mia, Please let me see your pussy.”
He had slipped onto the floor in front of where I sat. He was crouched like a child, tugging on his cock and his face was desperate.
“I will R, I will show you my pussy, but you have to agree to stop touching yourself… ok?”
He instantly stopped. He leaned back on his heels and his cock curved impressibly up and forward.
I hooked the panties on my toe once more and reached my foot forward toward where he squatted then let them drop so that before they landed on the floor at his feet, they brushed against his cock. His dick strained forward.
His eyes were wide as he sat staring into my pussy. My meaty lips were even more swollen and the pinkness was coated with glistening juices. He was mesmerized. “ I love it Mia. It’s soooo beautiful…..”
With his face inches from my aroused pussy I flexed and tighten it, letting him see it wink and pout. “Please Mia” he begged, “do that again.” The second time my pouty lips pushed out in a kiss toward his rapt face he groaned and his cock flexed and began cuming. He wasn’t even touching himself.
R’s interest in me is mutual masturbation. It’s grown beyond hotel rendezvous’. R loves my pussy and is totally dedicated. He loved everything about it, but especially when it is aroused. His favorite thing is when I arrive for our dates soon after I have fucked another man. He loves the look of my well fucked pussy. I have allowed him to taste my juices off my own fingers and he knows the smell of me well. He has a growing collection of Mia panties he keeps locked away somewhere in his private life. He enjoys suckling on my tits while he jerks off too.
Some other time I am going to have to write about how he reacted to the first time I made my pussy squirt for him…. hehehe
Saturday, July 03, 2010
M had a son who went on to become a chef, spending time training in France and Napa valley. During M’s retirement, he set his son up in a restaurant in this quiet little hamlet town on the border of New Jersey and Pennsylvania. It had become a destination spot for New Yorkers and those from Philly. M spent most of his evenings at the restaurant assisting his son. S suggested I stop by and say hi.
The place was perfect. Obviously designers were involved in every aspect of its set up. It was both friendly and private. It was family style and romantic. It has fussy complicated foody dishes and quality comfort foods. I understood why it was a popular restaurant. After the dinner crowd thinned my girl friend and I were approached by a tall thin tan fit man. It had to be him. I introduced myself and a look of recognition swept across his face. He gave my hand a squeeze and smiled warmly. He brought a bottle of champagne from the bar and sat with us. We closed the restaurant laughing about youthful adventures at the jersey shore. He asked for my number before we left.
M called the two nights later, after the restaurant closed. It’s was 2 am. He sent a car to pick me up. That gave me just enough time to prepare. I already had figured it out. I arrived at his house in tight skinny jeans, and tall fuck me pumps, a push up bra and a tight tank top. My make up was heavy black eye liner, ala Sophia Loren and bright red lips. The car pulled up into an underground garage and I rode up an elevator to his loft. He was pleased as he opened the door.
A knowing grin slipped across his lips. He handed me a shot of tequila. We drank two shots each and he turned on music to a thumping beat. He obviously didn’t have neighbors who would complain. Then with salty lips and the sharp taste of tequila on our tongues we kissed a deep hard wet kiss. He pulled me to his body and ground his pelvis against me. He really knew how to kiss. His hands were all over me, exploring quickly, squeezing and pawing my curves. His mouth moved to my neck as his hands groped my ass. He bit my neck as he lifted me up and I swung my legs around his hips. Both of us had jeans on but I felt the heat between us as our crotches crushed against each other.
He carried me to the kitchen counter, setting my ass on it and without our crotches separating he poured us two more shots. Then facing me and his hard bulge pressing into my soft moist mound he helped me out of my shirt. He pulled the turquoise strap of my bra down over my shoulder and freed my left tit. Then he lowered his face, closed his eyes and began nibbling, sucking and biting me. I arched my back, letting my head loll and let him devour my breasts. My pussy was aching. This strong handsome powerful man was having me, I felt under his spell. I laid down on his counter and he reached under me and took off my bra, he suckled and chewed my nipples until they were aching little nubs. I wanted more. He began moving his mouth down my soft belly flesh and I raised my hips encouraging him. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans; I raised my hips to allow him to peel my jeans off. I wore a turquoise g-string under my jeans… looking down at it he said “nice but it’s got to go”. My heels and jeans hit the floor as he hooked his thumbs under the string at both sides of my hips, I opened my legs and before he could tug the panties down he saw the damp stain in the crotch of my panties. He leaned his face into me pressing his nose against me and inhaled deeply. He instantly changed his mind, instead of taking them off, he just pulled them to one side and looked at me. This is a trigger for me. I love love love a man to admire my pussy. And he did, he lightly touched the meaty lips, positioning them and tickling the folds of swollen flesh. I was on fire. I felt his warm breath nearing me and I thought I was going to cum right then. He kissed my clit and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. His tongue reached out and he lapped me from taint to clit. I shivered everywhere.
Suddenly he gripped my hips and spun me on that slick surface around, then pulled my shoulders toward him so that my head was hanging over the end of the counter. I opened my mouth and inched toward the distended front of his jeans. I reached, like an impatient child, tugging and pulling at his pants. He deftly released his cock from its confines and presented it to my mouth. I was hungry. I took his cock and made a meal of it. I slurped and sucked, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper and deeper. He pumped his hips and began fucking my face, holding it deep so that he could feel my throat constrict and my gag coat his cock in saliva. He leaned over my body and reaching between my wide open legs he spanked my clit as I drool oozed from my lips. I moaned on his cock, and gasping for breath between thrusts I began begging for him to fuck me. Before I could finish my request his cock was plunged back into my slimy mouth hole and he would ask, “what?” Over and over he teased me this way. I opened my legs as wide as I could and humped the air, my body aching for something to enter me. Finally he pulled his saliva soaked cock out of my mouth and said “let me see you.”
I got up and followed him into the well lit living room, and standing in front of a bank of windows overlooking a twinkling city I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. My make up was streaked down my cheeks; my hair was wild like a mane around my head. Streaks of shiny drool dribbled off my chin and tears had destroyed my eye make-up. “You’re fucking gorgeous” is all M said before pulling me over to the couch, peeling off my soaked panties and guiding me to my hands and knees. His dick inside me felt like a child’s Christmas morning. I was cumming all over his cock as he thrust hard and deep into my belly. He did not stop or slow even as I screamed into the pillows of his sofa. His shaft jabbed up and into my Gspot over and over. The juices were oozing around him and the wet slapping sound of his balls against my clit could be heard over the pulsations of the music. He grunted and pulled his cock out of my cummy pussy and I swung my head around to catch his seed on my tongue. His face was a snarl as he grunted cum into my mouth. I held his cum on my tongue, swirled it around in my mouth and blew a bubble with it before swallowing it. “Damn you’re a hot slut.”
M and I continue to have our slutty drinking fuck sessions. He has given me my own credit card and so far I haven’t been declined a purchase.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
It has been an eye opening and exciting six months. I feel like a different woman. I feel wiser, sexier and more in touch with whom I am. For years I have known S in an intense but sporadic way. He kept his life mostly to himself and would call me for dates when he came to town from time to time. On one of these visits we sat in the lobby of a trendy new boutique hotel downtown sharing a bottle of wine when he cleared his throat, shifted in his chair and leaned in toward me to speak “Listen Mia, I have been thinking…” I guess that is where it all began.
S and I had a mutually beneficial relationship. I felt like this was one of the most honest relationships I have ever had. He called; we went out, had good wine and good food and fucked. He bought me gifts, took me on vacations, and on occasion surprised me with envelopes with money. It wasn’t that he thought of me as cheap or buyable, he just felt like I was worth it. I have grown to expect this treatment from men. I am not a high maintenance woman; I am not a snob, a user, a bitch or a diva. I appreciate men and they appreciate me. I am thankful and kind and the men I date know this and therefore respect me in this way.
This evening something different was brewing. I could tell in S’s manner. He began telling me the story behind his visit in town. I had assumed it was a business trip but it was actually a reunion. He told me that in college he became best friends with three other guys. They all studied at the business school and were the top of their classes. They took their educations very seriously but one year, during spring break, they took a trip together to Mexico. This is where the bonds of friendship were cemented. From then on, each year they got together. Sometimes they visited Florida beaches, or Aspen mountain retreats, French chateaus, and once even to Thailand. Due to their careers or families some years they could only manage a weekend away. This was one of those quick weekend visits. S was the only one who had settled far from the NY/NJ/PA area. The other three lived near by. S went on to tell me that these guys were some of the best men he had ever met. He told me that he “loved” these guys. He had met with them the night before and he was feeling bad because each of these guys worked hard in life. They had each married and supported their wives and children. And S felt that each of these friends were not being treated the way they deserved. “I started thinking” he said. “I know you say that you think that everyone deserves passion in their lives and dammit Mia, my friends have forgotten what passion is. My buddy C, he is a successful man, works hard and it’s not that he doesn’t have a life, he does, but his wife died five years ago and he hasn’t found a woman yet who isn’t after him for his money, they all seem to be blood suckers”. I listened as he went on, telling me how C is active at his community, plays golf often, sponsors charity events, and is part owner of an art gallery downtown. Before we left the bar and headed up to his hotel room, S had my permission to give his friend C my number.
The next weekend I drove to a free concert in the park to meet this man C and talk. I had no idea what this man liked but he sounded interesting enough and going to see live music was his idea. I absolutely love live music so I thought that was a good sign. We met by the sculpture in front of the park entrance. He had short salt and pepper hair and was tall with a little bit of a belly. His arms and legs were solid, he looked strong. He had a gregarious manner. I immediately felt at ease. His size and behavior was instantly disarming, I felt like I had known him forever. He had laid out a blanket on the grassy bluff and had a picnic basket and some wine. We watched a Caribbean band play, men and women seductively swaying as they danced in front of the stage. He refilled my wine glass and scooted closer to me.
“S has explained things to me. I appreciate you spending time with me. It’s not that I am asking for much, just some time every few weeks. There is intimacy that I miss in my life. S says you are… (he searched for the right words), intuitive and non judgmental and very willing to satisfy.” I liked how he put that, I smiled and nodded “C, honestly, you seem like a great guy and I really look forward to spending more time together.” The night ended by 9:30pm and we went our separate ways.
Over the next week, C and I chatted a couple of times, his calls always made me laugh and afterward I would find an e-gift card in my inbox or a delivery for me at work. Finally the second weekend approached and he had asked me to come to his house. He had given me very specific instruction on what he wanted me to wear. He requested a muted color, straight, above the knee skirt, “khaki maybe”, a short sleeve blouse and sensible open-toed flats. “And Mia,” he ended his request, “plain white cotton panties please.” Oddest of all was that he had a rental car brought to my house that afternoon for me to drive. It was a grey Honda Odyssey.
I arrived at 5:30pm as he requested and I pulled up to a nice gated community on a golf course. The houses had small precise yards and large beautiful stone and stucco homes with substantial front porches and soaring windows. C was standing out by the sidewalk chatting with a neighbor. I pulled up and got out and he said “There you are darling; I was just telling Jack about the kids.” I smiled clueless and he gave me a big bear hug. Jack shook my hand and said he had heard a lot about me. C leaned over and kissed my cheek and told me it was so nice to see me. Jack said, “C was telling me all about how you were the top of your class in college and how you had a successful career in publishing and then how you left that all behind to be, as C said, The Best damn mom in the world!” C put his hand around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. “I am telling you Jack, I am so proud of my girl.” That’s when I had the Aha moment.
Some people are freaked about by this sort of thing. Not I. I know how to draw the line between fantasy and reality. I like a lover to call me his little girl and I even like to call a guy Daddy from time to time, but I can promise you this, I never think real pedophilia or incest is sexy. But age play, between consenting adults, gets me hotter than I like to admit.
As I walked into his foyer the idea of age play with this large hunking male made me instantly wet. He took my hand and led me down the hallway toward a closed door. Before he opened the door he turned toward me and raised my chin toward his face and asked me if I was OK with this. I nodded and smiled and he kissed my forehead. The door opened into a lovely spacious master suite. It was tasteful and simple and masculine. He sat on the edge of his king size bed and pulled me next to him. I found myself lowering my eyes and nervously sneaking looks at him. He chuckled deeply. “You are very good at this Mia.” I sat there nervous while he stared at me, a crooked smile on his face, he was enjoying my new found nervousness. “Cute skirt darling”, as he took his big paw of a hand and smoothed it along my thigh. “But,” he hesitated “I think it’s kind of short.” He looked into my eyes and raised a disapproving brow. I bite my lip and put myself further into the role. He stood and left me feeling very small sitting on that big bed. He shut the bedroom door with a thud and with his body turned away from me took a deep breath. I felt a tremble wash over me. He came toward me and leaned on his knee, again raising my chin to his face. With his eyes locked on mine he took his finger and dragged it down my chin and neck and toward the opening of my blouse. “And this…” he said as he tugged my blouse wider so that my cleavage was displayed, “is awfully revealing.” I tried to lower my chin. My panties were soaked. He was playing me divinely. I looked down as he took both of his hands and cupped my breasts, weighing them in his palms then squeezing them firmly. I gasped. He stood up slowly in front of me where I sat on the edge of his big bed. Directly in front of my face was a generous hard on tenting the front of his trousers. His voice broke the tension, “What do you say Mia?” I gulped.
He sat back down on the bed and put his hand on my neck and softly played with the little hairs that grow there. He was taking his time. He was drawing this out. Each move was calculated. I looked down at my feet that were too short to touch the ground from the edge of this massive bed. He rested one hot heavy hand on my knee, his fingertips lightly touching my inner thigh. I tried not to respond to his caresses. After a few moments though, I moaned quietly and parted my legs slightly. He jerked his hand away and asked me what I was doing. He raised his voice and asked “Mia, what do you think you are doing opening your legs like that! See what you do!” He leaned back and showed me a growing wet stain on the fabric at the end of an impressive hard –on hidden behind his pants front. That’s when he said the words I had been waiting to hear. “I am going to have to punish you!”
“I know Daddy.” “I can’t help myself.” “I am sorry.” “I get carried away.”
He guided me with a firm grasp on the back of my neck over his lap. His cock poked against my belly. His large hand raised the back of my skirt. My white cotton covered ass was displayed for his eyes. His cock flexed under me and he murmured appreciation. He began spanking me. He started slow and built up, just like an expert. I forgot who I was or what was going on. I was his baby girl and he was my Daddy and I was a naughty slut who needed to be taught a lesson. I was in heaven. He pulled the hem of my panty up into my ass crack and worked on my cheek directly. The heat was growing. I opened my legs wider and moaned and pushed back against him, whimpering. His blows quickened. I arched my back and wiggled against his throbbing dick. He was panting and insistently spanking. Finally he pulled my panties down over my ass cheeks, I assisted his pulling them down to my thighs and let my bare pussy rest against his thigh. We sat perfectly still both of us breathing hard. He laid his palm against my burning ass. His fingertips nestled against my ass crack. I moved just enough to grind my clit against his firm thigh. His fingers slide down and pressed against my wetness; he made a deep groan. I arched my back and pushed back into his hand. He sunk a finger into me. He hoarsely whispered “fuck mia…”. He finger fucked me as I lay over his lap grinding my clit into his thigh. I came within a minute; he pulled his fingers out of my swollen folds with a sucking sound. I was drenched. I was so lost in my pleasure I hadn’t realized all the squirming and wiggling I had been doing while cumming had brought him to climax as well. He slurped his finger clean then patted my bottom, “good girl.”
C and I have been playing this game for almost six months. He has never fucked me. Each time it’s variations on the theme of slutty girl needing punishment. Sometimes we go out together and he watches me flirt with young men and brings me home to punish. He likes dressing me up. He likes spoiling me. He often presents gifts to me during our dates. If I drive to his house he always has the minivan brought over beforehand.
S has introduced me to the other two of his college friends. I don’t even want to date other men other than these four men. I am having so much fun discovering myself and feeling appreciated though these men.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I haven't been camming much in the last few months. Ever since Niteflirt did their "site improvements" I have cut back drastically on camming. There are a few reason for this, mainly because there was that short time a while back when I wasn't getting compensated for calls. It's quite frustrating to find yourself at the end of a call and not get paid, but it's even worse when you find yourself at the end of a 30 minute cam session with your knickers around your ankles and then you find out you aren't getting paid. See, i enjoy camming, i am an exhibitionist, so you can see way i would enjoy it. But I never know who will call. It can quite a mind-fuck camming. There you are all nice and juicy from your last two callers then suddenly you get the asshole caller. I usually can make it through these calls, luckily asshole usually equals idiot which usually equals lesser intelligence. Less intelligences automatically gives me the upper hand and therefore i can usually get out of the cam call with few causalities. I pride myself on having almost perfect feedback... (more on this in a second) and I respect my callers, I respect them as customers, individuals and as sexual beings. Sadly that respect isn't always returned. So here I am on a Saturday night ready to give camming another chance and I get the two big asshole callers back to back. These douche bags are ruining it for you. So here is a review on manners when calling Mia.
I reply to your messages, I chat with you, find out a little about you before you call. But I will not hang in IM with you and give you free masturbation material. Sorry, call if you want to jerk off. And while we are at it, why not use complete sentences?
I enjoy a nice seductive call, i like showing off, teasing and drawing my callers into the scene. I want to get into their heads, hear their kinks, listen to their words but if you call me, don't demand immediate nakedness. If you want to look at a random pussy, go to xnxx or someother free porn site. I am a real life person and if it's not hot for me how can it possibly be hot for you? In other words I need a little foreplay. And while we are at it, you might need to know I do not have a high def camera, or a zoom. Is a close up, two inches from a pussy really sexy? I am a whole person, if it's not me and just pussy that gets you off, please move on.
Ok, I really don't know how to say this any way other than, assholes, cheats, scammers... please don't bother. I am not stupid. Plus you will ruin it for everyone else.
So, as it stands now i am returning to phone only and cam only by special request. If you have called me before, don't be shy, I would love to play with you, just say hi.
About Feedback, what has happened? I rarely get feedback anymore. Is it because the "new Niteflirt" makes it harder or something? Feedback is helpful to me, it attracts new callers and raises my ranking, so why not take a minute or two and show me you appreciate me with a little feedback.
Meanwhile I did get some awesome feedback on a cam call from the night before last. I really appreciated it, and wanted to share it. Sorry the caller did do some flirt bashing in it, but he may have really touched on something .... here it is. Thank you you know who.
"WHAT A GREAT PROVIDER!! This service is starting to go to hell in a hand
basket!!! Too many ugly chic's, and fat girls that think they are princess
material." I DONT THINK SO". And too many chics trying to rip you off all the
time..not to mention these 6.99 a minute fakes ( money wh_r_s!! Oh ya.. and the
20 year olds that has experience cuckolding?? What.. she hasn't even been
But MIA.. is a true sexual goddess with lots of great experience!! Thanks babe
for the role play and the listening!!! I love your sexy attitude and input!! A true
OK, Tom's waiting on me, and he is one of the many callers who I really enjoy spending time with.... Thank you to all you nice guys!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I crave the events leading up to the shift because I actually need the shift. Rarely is there a time in my life when I shut down. It can be quite aggravating to be around me because I think constantly. I analyze and question constantly. My brain is churning at every moment. And as you may be able to imagine, even sleep is often elusive. Why am I telling you this? I want you to understand my sexual motivation; this is why I am a sexual adventurer, as I so blatantly claim. I need the shift. It’s not a want, this is therapy for me. Sex is healing, relaxing, cathartic, oh wait, no, let me revise. Sex can be healing, relaxing and cathartic.