Author Archive for Memphis
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I want to know your freak number 1-10 (10 being the highest). My freakiness defiantly exceeds a 10. I’m probably a 100! When it comes to getting my freak on, I have zero limitations. When I am getting to know a guy, I am a pretty good judge of what his freak number is before we fuck. I love the guys that I think are a (5) and they shock the total shit outta me and they’re a total freak in the sheets.
I also like a young innocent boy and corrupting him (Memphis Style) and making him into my little freak boy.
Call me and share with me your freak number and let the freakiness begin!
The One and Only,
~M.M.~
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Happy Holidays to all my freaks, geeks and wankers! Even though I’ve been super duper naughty this year, Santa will sure to stop at my house. Or least, I would hope so! I’m sure soon as Santa comes down my fake chimney (hee hee) and sees me in some smoking hot red lingerie with my stilettos, he would be surely eager to give me some gifts.
Since he’s had a long night and I’m sure he’s probably exhausted, I think it would be really cool of me to get on my knees like a good slut and suck on Santa’s big ole cock! And no worries, I will hydrate Santa and give him a mouthful of his own cum. Who wants milk when you can have the other good white stuff, ya know?
So, after a little naughty play doing it Memphis style; I’ll send Santa packing. That’s my way of giving back. After all, Santa needs a little pick me up to make it to the rest of the kiddies houses. Mission accomplished!
The One and Only,
~M.M~
Your favorite phone sex porn slut is wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving. It’s one of my favorite holidays for 2 reasons. First reason is; I love to eat all the super yummy fattening food and I absoutley love Apple Pie! Second reason is; I get to see my Uncle Ed. Well, technically he’s not my real uncle because it’s my aunts 2nd husband but I call him uncle so whatever. Anyways, I don’t get to see them but once a year on Thanksgiving and uncle Al and I always find a way to have sex. And, when I say we have sex, I mean we have FUCKING SEX. We sneak away from the fam and find a room and get super nasty with each other for an hour.
His cock his absoutley beautiful and it breaks my heart I only get it once a year. Too bad he lives so far away, otherwise we’d be fucking like every night! My aunt almost caught us last year. In a way, I was relieaved but on the flip side I wanted her to catch us. I want to see the look on her face while her husband (my uncle) is boning the fuck outta my pussy. Maybe this year, we’ll see?
So there ya have it, my 2 reasons why I love Thanksgiving. I hope you get super stuffed and get to have a naughty taboo encounter like yours truly.
The One and Only,
~M.M~
Who here remembers when I wrote a blog for Mr. S awhile ago? Nobody? Really? What the hell? lol
Anyway, I haven’t heard from him in a long time. I thought about him off and on from time to time, wondering if he was okay. Let’s face it, if some of you had something happen to you none of us girls would know. And I’m sure you can’t put in your will, Please tell my favorite phone sex girl over at www.theklassykat.com that something happened to me, and thank her for letting me phone fuck her cunt. Yeah, I don’t think that would go over to well.
Anywho, Mr. S likes for me to tell him all about the big HUGE cocks that I have had the pleasure of having in my mouth. He also likes to watch as I gag on his friend’s cocks. We both enjoy it greatly. Seems Mr. S cannot phone any more, but you know what? That’s cool, I completely understand why. The reason he gave was a very good one.
So now him and I bullshit on IM (when I can get the fucking thing to work, GRRR.). We do not play mind you, we just talk. Catch up and stuff along those lines. But I know he still reads the blogs here, so Mr. S, this blog is for you because no shit…it really was THIS big! *smiles and swallows*
The One and Only,
~M.M.~
What the HELL is your problem? You didn’t think I would find out? Oh shut up, you dumb cunt! I don’t want to hear you try to feed me another word of bullshit, you understand?
Stand up. I said, STAND UP! You don’t get to sit on my furniture, not any more. You think I’m kidding? Don’t you fucking dare try to come over here and touch me, you small dick wonder you. Oh, what? Did that hurt you? You getting pissed now?
I honestly don’t give a crap about how you feel. YOU and YOU alone fucked up. Get on your knees. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you get on those knees of yours and come over here in front of me.
You are so lucky I just don’t haul off and punch you in that smug face of yours. Seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a low life, money grubbing, douche. Now let’s get back to this thing between your legs. Oh sorry, did that hurt when I pushed the toe of my high heel into your nut sack? Okay, I’m not sorry at all. You really think all those times I laid under you so you could try to please me with that novocaine cock of yours that I enjoyed it? What’s a novocaine cock? That’s my pet name for you. Uh huh, been using it for a long time around my friends. It means that when you fuck me I don’t feel a thing. I only allowed you to because we were in a relationship, but I guess I was the only one who thought that.
You have no job, no money, no place to go, no car, and now what? You fucked it up my friend, royally. What’s this? Begging? Are you begging me to let you stay? Oh this is fabulous. Go on, more, more, come on do it like you mean it.
I’ll tell you what, since I bought all your clothes I want them back. I want every stitch of clothing taken outside to the curb in a trash bag, NOW! I don’t care if you are naked, not my problem, it’s yours, and I don’t care about your problems anymore. And after you do that, you can take your sorry ass out back. You want me to allow you to stay, I will, but on my conditions. You can stay in the dog house in the back yard. I’ll even get your own special dog bowl with your name on it. You can have what ever scraps are left over after I eat.
Don’t look at me that way, you are free to leave, you can go, but since you came into my house with nothing, you leave with nothing. I think you ditched those clothes you had after I started making the mistake of buying you new ones. But if you are to stay, then you stay on my terms. And since you acted like a dog, you get to be one.
Oh, wait, on second thought. Leave the clothes. I think I will give them as gifts to the men I bring in here from now on, who I will fuck night after night, and you can lay out in your palatial mutt shack and listen in.
Now GO!
(P.S. Can you all tell I have a roaring case of PMS? lol GRRRRR!)
The One and Only,
~M.M.~
What…the…fuck!?!?! Is anyone else out there sweating like a pig on a spit? Jesus Christ, a visit to hell would actually feel like a spring time breeze compared to this shit.
I have been running around my house in a bikini all day today. My AC is out! I have a guy scheduled to come out to the house next week. If I had known how quickly it would get hot this year, I would of scheduled him to come over at the beginning of April.
OooOOo now I have a repairman fantasy running though my head. Sweating because you are having sex, or working out is one thing, but to just sweat from the simple acting of breathing not so much.
Hmmmm, now I’m going back to the repairman fantasy. I wonder if the guy will be hot. If so I might just try to seduce him, see if I can make him squirm a little bit. Maybe even have a little fun with him, just to tip him for getting my AC working properly! I mean, I think that would be a great way to show my gratitude. Don’t you?
The One and Only,
~M.M.~