

Phone Sex
I love when my hot guy calls me from all over the world. He goes on business trips and calls me from his hotel room. I picture myself surprising him and knocking on his door. I would be wearing a long, black coat that ties in the front.
I walk into the room, untie my coat and and I would only be wearing black heels, black silky thigh highs, red g-string and red lace bra. I would push him on the bed and ravish his body. It’s our little secret affair that nobody knows about and we do things to each other bodies that is out of this world.
We have amazing phone fucks and I could only imagine what it’s like in person. I like the thought of being your secret girlfriend. I can’t wait till you call me again.
Your secret girlfriend,
Victoria
I love the textures of silks, satin lace and even leather. My soft skin longs for the caress of each, followed by the stroke of your hand, the warmth of your breath. My panties dampen at the thought of your arousal, as you gaze upon my luscious curves. I imagine myself parading in front of my window, wearing my favorite lingerie, my nipples hardening against the smooth fabrics. Each night I don a new outfit. I know you watch as I slip into each one, sliding my hands across my own body imagining they are your hands. your cock hard with desire as I slip out of each one, slowly seductively. Taunting you, daring you to do more than just watch. As my arousal builds I begin to wonder how long it will be till I hear your voice?
Ugh.
Well, the short answer is this: Because I choose to be.
If you want a more detailed explanation, here it is:
Relationships are a pain in the ass. Ask anyone who is in one or used to be. I’ve been in enough of them to know. I have dealt with liars, cheaters (on me and with me), drug abusers, misogynists, “friends with benefits”, you name it.
Part of my problem is that I hate labels. I hate the idea of being limited to categorizing someone as a boyfriend or “this guy I’m dating” and, other than husband or fiance, that’s about all there is. Well, there is also sugar daddy and significant other but a Sugar Daddy is a whole ‘nother category and ‘significant other’ is just another term for boyfriend.
I’ve tried to come up with new phrases to use for myself, like “options” or “boyfriend potential” but they never quite caught on. Whatever happened to words like suitor and courting?
I do have men in my life that I am in various stages of relationships with. There are men that I have just chatted online with, there are men that I have talked to on the phone, there are men that I have gone out with or hung out with a few times, and there are men with whom I have sex. (Gasp!)
The problem with admitting that there is more than one mine in my life is that, whenever a woman admits this, she is labeled a slut. (See also: double standards.) So am I a slut if I go three months without having sex? Am I a slut if I am seeing a few men but only having sex with one?
And why do I even ‘need’ a man? The question of “why are you single?” seems to imply that being (technically) single means I am somehow defective, like it is so difficult to believe that a woman with so many good qualities would be without a “significant other” unless there was something wrong with her.
Hey, I’m a great catch. There is no hidden flaw or irregularity that makes me certifiably un-date-able or un attachable. Contrary to popular opinion, a woman is not somehow incomplete without a man. In fact, I feel more whole without one because there is no one around to drain my energy, put a dent in my self-esteem, or take even the slightest piece of my heart from me. No one is taking anything away from me anymore.
If you wonder if I find this exciting too, then know this. My pleasure comes from knowing that you want me, to the point of you doing anything to get lost with me. I want my voice, my erotic dreams, to make you go wild with passion to the point you not only want to have release but you NEED to, with me, for me, to please me. Where I will hear just how wild with lust you are, your moans and begging let me know that you are dying to explode over the edge and need me to bring you there.
What you’re waiting for? I know you’re hard and throbbing from just spending a few moments reading a bit of what goes on inside this cute little head of mine. So call me, share all your secret desires with me……and I will bring you on a wild sensuous trip, the kind of journey you will never regret.
SLOPPY KISSES,
Victoria <3
I am an exhibitionist and a voyeur in real life, I am also interested in the nudist lifestyle. While doing work as a exotic dancer in my early twenties I had several sugar daddies in my life. However I managed to do it… I got myself a house with an acre of property on the out skirts of town. I’ve have always loved being outside naked.
One day last week when I was doing a phone sex call outside on my lounge chair. I was nude (of course) and masturbating with my eyes closed with my caller. I happened to hear a “sigh” near me, and when I opened my eyes I saw my mailman jacking off while watching me. I came instantly and then told the mailman to watch more often. He’s been back many times after that, lol.
When you call to talk to me… there is a very good chance I might be outside in the nude because I live in a warm climate. And if I am not outside then ask me because I would gladly do so. I love the danger and the risk of masturbating outdoors.
As you may know I am still single. Where’s all the good men in Florida? I ran into this guy last week at my bank. We were both waiting in this long line and he starting chating with me. He gave me his business card and told him to call him to go grab a bite to eat sometime. I had in my mind that I was not going to call this guy. He seemed very nice and was really attractive but I always play hard to get.
As the weekend past, I thought about calling this guy and I decided to give it a shot. I called him yesterday and he was thrilled to hear from me. We went out to lunch to this upscale restaurant. As we were eating lunch, he talked all about himself. I was just like oh, uh huh, oh, uh huh. The entire time! I could tell he was very nervous but come on! Needless to say, I will never call him back. There’s 90 minutes I will never get back. The entire date I was thinking of all the things I could be doing rather than listening to this babbling idiot of a date. Tip #1- If you’re going to take me out on a date please don’t talk about yourself the whole time. I’m not picky, I’m just a girl wanting a good conversation.
Smiles- Victoria