I have been a phone sex operator for a few years now.  I have worked in the adult industry in many forms.  Through the course of this summer I plan to share some of the different things I have heard, seen and even done.  But the other day I can say I was stunned.  Well stunned is the wrong word.  Let me see….shocked? no.  disgusted?  no.  Well I can say this…in mid sentence and stroking I sat up, choked a bit, and said…What did you just say????  He quickly and just as excited said….”you’re gonna stuff that peanut butter hole.”  I had not heard that line before.  Making reference to the knowledge that some girls have enticed their pet with peanut butter.  Honestly I wanted to go into the kitchen and open the brand new jar of Skippy and take a handfull and stuff it into my mouth.  How sexy is phone sex when all you hear is the goop and mush of wet mouth slobbering all over………..WAIT A MINUTE!!!!  Did I just find a new use for smooth and creamy Jif?  Can I deduct this on my taxes?  Quite possible.  So I rolled with it.  “Oh yea I am gonna stuff that peanut butter hole with your big, fat, throbbing cock.  You supply the jelly!”  Just hearing me say it sent him the edge and licking my fingers just teetered him right over.  Ahhhh the sound of orgasms.

Even if brought on by the oddest description.

Have fun, laugh and give yourself at least one rocking orgasm!

Heaven

I have been all but banned from eating a banana in front of any one in my family, especially the adults. I CAN and DO enjoy eating one, usually while reading a book or watching tv.

Now, you are probably wondering why.  Since I can remember, I have always eaten a banana th same way, a way I can reassure you, I get the most flavor from the fruit.

first i nibble the smallest ammount from the tip. then, methodically and carefully , I wiggle the pointed tip of my tongue in the middle to start the parting of the 3 sections of the sweet meat. now, you have to be careful not to go too far down or the sections break off. going down enough that i can slowly suck on each end, making it soft and almost dissolving the fruit on my tongue. I suck at each wedge, rotating around so they dissolve at the same rate and when I can no longer suck a slice, i wiggle my tongue in the middle of the fruit sepearting more of the sweet delicate sections.

eating a banana takes me roughly an hour to consume. I enjoy the aeroma, the flavor,and the textures.

the first texture is rough and grated, almost like the bottom side of a hot and hard cock. the next texture is soft, smoothe and wet, just like the head of a cock or that tiny opening at the head. as it begins to melt, it has the consistancy of cum and as it glides over my warm wet tongue, it thins, the same as thick cum gliding over my tongue.

i never chew my bananas, only a nibble, alot of licks and alot of sucking. no wonder I am so good at giving a blow job, hum?

call any time!!

Anndenise 866-353-3391

http://anndenise.phonesexkingdom.com

It was early Sunday morning and I had just finished a very satisfying call with a favorite client. A certain pair of panties was an important part of the fun and at the end of the call he asked to buy them. Not a problem for me. After the call was done, I wenting looking in my dresser to find the pair that matched the description I gave my caller. Sure enough, there they were, sitting wrapped around a rose scented sachet, one pair of black g-string panties. Normally when I sell a pair of panties, its one I was actually wearing for the call. This call was spur of the moment though and I wasn’t going to waste my caller’s time while I searched the lingerie drawer for something appropriate. I was going to wear them for a little while and then send them out like normal until I realized how very much they smelled like roses. Sitting for a month bunched up with a rose scented sachet will do that, I guess. So I changed my mind and decided to wash them first.

Take one lingerie bag and throw the panties in the bag and the bag in the washer. Set the washer on cold/delicate, add 1 tablespoon full of “delicates” detergent, hit start and go back to bed. The end result in the morning should be a clean, mildly scented pair of sexy panties. It would have worked too, if fate hadn’t intervened in the form of my boyfriend.

A bit of background here: The boyfriend is papertrained, has a key, knows not to eat the last cookie from the cookie jar and doesn’t leave the bathroom seat up. Thus he has a standing invite to come over when he likes as long as he doesn’t knock on my office door when it is closed. (Sure sign that I am taking a call.) The only difference between this Sunday and any other day was that he showed up before 10 am and I was busy on a 30 minute call.

When he saw my door was closed he took care of the other reason he was here (besides to see me) and went to the basement with a duffel bag full of his work clothes. He glanced in the top of the washer, didn’t see the tiny white lingerie bag in the big white washer tub and proceeded to dump a huge pile of greasy dirty mechanics coveralls and tshirts in on top of it. He poured super strength detergent and a cup of bleach over the top. Then turning the washer to the heavy load, extra soak, extra rinse, hot water cycle hit the start button and went back upstairs.

If you guessed that sexy sleek black panties were now unravelling black panties with white pokadots, you guess correctly. I was completely stressed. I had promised to mail the panties first thing Monday morning and now I had to go buy, wash and wear a new pair that looked just like the old pair in under 24 hours.

Now, I am not without resources. The email chain went out moments later. “help, I need a pair of black, sleek looking g-string panties in size 6 and I need them now!” There were several frenzied trips to the malls in various parts of Iowa and Illonois by concerned camera phone and charge card wielding female friends. The appropriate panties were found and purchased while I got in my car and drove 45 minutes to a little town called Clinton.

The panties were washed and dried and I was wearing them when we went out dancing that night. When we got home way early Monday morning, I dropped them in an envelope, sealed them up for delivery and left the envelope on the table by the door so I wouldn’t forget it. Long story short…
I forgot it and drove the 45 minutes to get home. My friend called me later and said she mailed them for me. Thank goodness for girlfriends!

So, Danny, I hope that panties were worth it

Sierra ~ http://sierra.phonesexkingdom.com