I bet you would just love to have a mouth full of South? Yes us Southern girls taste so much sweeter. Sweet and refreshing, your taste buds will feel invigorated and crave even more. I just want to climb up on your face and ride you like a bucking bronco until I squirt all over your lips.
So daddy is pissed at me because I got yet another speeding ticket and he decided to cut off my spending allowance. So I ended out spending my college book money on liquor for a sorority party I threw the other night for a friends bday. So here I am needing this $295 book and of course I can’t ask daddy for it or I will just have to listen to him bitch about me spending my school money on party stuff.
So a girlfriend of mine recommended that I do some part time escorting. I wonder what all I would have to do to earn enough to buy the book I need? I guess its going to be Teen Princess gone Prostitute unless someone wants to feel sorry for me and donate to the “buy kenzie a college book” fund.
So being I certainly don’t want to have to be an escort , I prefer to keep all of my fucking personal and with guys I actually want to fuck….I am running a special this week. The special is that I will rape your wallet double this week! Whatever your normal tips are for me this week plan on doubling that up. Paying tribute should now be considered a lifeline for you. Don’t make me ask either, dig deep and dig often. My sweet voice and crazy imagination will make it worth your while. *wink*
I am truly the horniest housewife I know. My hubby drives a truck and is away a lot. That’s how I became a cheating housewife and fucked everyone in the neighborhood I could get. But There are some days when I can’t find cock. And, it can hit me at any time. I can be cooking dinner and I will get the urge to fuck myself and it over comes me and I have to do it. I am a nympho and I need it when I need it. So, I can make do with anything I have handy.
If there’s no cock or a vibrator close then I will grab the biggest thing I can find. One of my favorite things to masturbate with a big fat cucumber and zucchini. Fucking myself with food really turns me on. Yesterday, my hubby came home and caught me on the counter working my pussy over. After he watched for a while he pulled me off the counter and fucked me on the stove like the whore I am. That was the best fuck I had all week.
I spent the weekend at the beach. I have to say it felt nice to get out of that cold gloomy Tenneesse weather. So, my girlfriends and I decided to take a trip to the beach. It was fun in the sun. I loved laying in the sun on the sand. It was fun flirting with the guys and showing off my body after having myself covered up all winter long. I worked on my tan for a few days, what do you think? I think I am looking very hot.
The girls and I spent our nights drinking, dancing and flirting with guys. It was fun to who was taking who home at night. We met some real hot kinky fun guys too. There where threesomes, foursomes and plain out orgies in our condo. I had a lot of cock. My favorite guy was this big black guy I fucked the last 2 nights we were there. His cock was the biggest I have ever seen. It was as big around as a beer can I know we measured it, and it was 11 inches. Yes, I was sore but I loved every minute of it. I was very much a big, black cock whore for his cock.
I just wish I would have met him the first night and I wouldn’t have fucked all those average white guys. Oops! Did I say that out loud. “giggle” Sorry I am a big black cock loving slut!!
I have always gotten a chuckle out of guys who; at the end of a session; say, “Keep it wet for me!” Now believe me, if it were possible to keep it wet for you, I would most assuredly do so. But let’s face it, sometimes, when I am not taking all your kinky, lust filled, fetish laden calls, I am not wet. I know, I know, not what you wanted to hear. But I know, that you don’t walk around with a hard on 24/7 right? Although, wow, if that ever happens, look me up!
But take heart, when my little status light says, “Ready to Play” then I am ready baby. With every call I receive, my pussy gets wetter and wetter. Now some of you, get to hear me have full on, mind blowing orgasms with you, but some of you, like the fact that you finish before I do. It’s like you are putting me through a terrible tease and denial scenario! For shaaame! lol
Anyway, even though, I can’t keep it wet for you all the time, know that when I’m working, my luscious lips are just simply slathered with juicy, tasty cream, that you caused just from the mere sound of your sexy voice.
Janene
I adore each and every one of the gentlemen who call me. They have a plethora of beautiful, erotic, sexy women here on the site that they could spend time with, but they choose me. That makes me feel so wonderful. Now not all of my callers have the funds to spend on calls all the time, and I understand that. One person always tells me, “I wish I could tip you.” I tell him over and over, it is not necessary. I can hear it in his voice that he is a little bit embarrassed that he cannot do so, and would really like to give me something. This morning, I opened my email and found one of the most wonderful gifts I have ever had the honor of receiving. He either wrote, or found this poem and decided to send it to me. I was honestly touched, and wrote him back as soon as I finished reading the last line to tell him how much I enjoyed it, and to thank him for such a wonderful gift. When something is given from the heart, no matter what it is, it means more then a few bucks. Thank you sweetie, you made my day.
The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire
Annette






























































































































































































