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Wednesday - December 19, 2001
Really


Apologies to anyone who had trouble with the site yesterday. I was attempting to add the adult search engine table to the home page and everything went wonky. Bless Sinn's little heart she made it all pretty and didn't even give me a cybersigh of disapproval. 

Paris V. Jaded called last night. Paris is a john I've talked to once or twice before and aside from being a Steelers` fan, he's an okay trick. He holds the phone for a long time - so he's worth the rambling. (Insert Cha-ching noise here).

After being scolded for not being on when he'd called twice before and asked for me, Paris and I began our fantasy.

Now, ALL men like to talk about blow jobs, but Paris likes to have them elevated to an art form. He likes to talk about licking positions, moisture levels. An inch-by-inch, blow-by-blow description. And the kicker is that he loves to discuss holding his hand under my chin while I suck, because he wants to stare into my eyes as I've got a mouthful of cock - his cock. How this works for him in an audio format baffles me, but I go with it.

He also likes to snowball, but is shy about it, so I have to make a big deal about how I hold it in my mouth and smile so that he won't suspect that when I kiss him, he's getting a mouthful of his own jizz.

Toward the end of this particular call, he asked, "Have you REALLY done that?"

And, without hesitation, I answered in the positive and launched into a story that was a big a lie as "I did not inhale." It was so instinctive I never paused. Whether or not I have done it is neither here nor there - it was the fact that I am like some science fiction computer - ready for every possible contingency. 

The "really" contingency.

This is an element of the phone sex industry that just makes you want to have someone slap your as and call you Susan. The "have you really done that" stage. Usually it's after they've come and they feel obligated to tell you how good it was, or something like that. And, because their minds cannot grasp that they were just jacking off to some girl spewing lies into their ears, they want some kind of link to an actual experience. Honestly, I also think it helps them to distance themselves from me. The whole "I'm paying this slut for phone sex" thing bothers some of them, so they like to hear something that makes me a little more trashy…disposable…slutty.

So you cannot believe the things I can lie about and say I've experienced and done. The seduction, the rape, the incest, the exchange of bodily fluids, the exhibitionism, the gangbangs. 

"And that's when my brother came up behind me and fucked me in the shower..."

"REALLY?"

Yeah. Right. Sure.

But, OH, I am so often tempted to say no and see what the reaction is.




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