I am not one to sugarcoat anything. I am a whore, and damn proud of it. I love the fact that I get Men off, and my bank account prospers from that. So when I got a call this week from the office telling me that my favorite client had requested me, I was a little surprised. I have no favorites, though my Red Shoe lover is someone I do enjoy. His foot fetish has completely grown on me.
Daddy’s Princess, that’s what he loved to ask for when he called the service. they knew who he wanted to moment he did. This adorable Man loved to spoil me and have me treat him like he was nothing but a wallet for me. In all honesty, I have no problem doing that. Some men are made to be the Boss. Some men, well they’re made to give us little ones everything would could ever want and need. I love both.
My foot fetish is no secret. There is nothing I won’t do for a pair of stiletto heels. I don’t mean the cheap knock off brands either. It must be designer, and red. I have a little addiction to the color red.
“Bianca, we have a wild one for you. Research Necrophilia”
I knew that something was going on when that was the first thing Dave said when he called me. Usually, he means there is a freak that everyone else is scared of. Dammit, why do I have to be such a freak? The moment he faxed over the sheet on my client, he was into Necrophilia and wanted something specific. (more…)
Teen phone sex is no mystery. We all used those free phone sex lines once or twice in our life. The older generation called them a party line. Hot teen girls waited on the phone for some dirty old man to take the bait and want a private sex conversation. Were you one of those dirty daddy’s who lurked the naughty oral chatrooms?