Sep 072011
 
Kiwi Candy, the Crossover

The Hollywood-gorgeous Kiwi Candy and I were chatting today about callers we’ve shared in the nine months since she has skyrocketed to NiteFlirt fame. Background: she found my blog when she was first starting out, and at first I mentored her a bit, but we became friends as she kicked my ass in the ratings, and now I ask her advice as often as she does with me. It’s easy to bond in that vulnerable time of night that is made for fucking, that 10pm-2am window when both our defenses are a little lower and our minds are both set in sexy mode. We often keep each other company between calls. She’s as genuine as I am: she really loves phone sex, she really wants [read more...]

Jul 242011
 
The List

When we moved to Houston, we managed to sort/categorize/cull about half our stuff (which is fucking miraculous considering we had two weeks’ notice), and I’ve been slowly sorting through the rest since the move, including prepping old computers for donation / recycling. I found The List. You know, THE List! Of course you know which one I mean …  /grin. Sure you do. THE LIST: the names of all the people I’ve ever had physical sexual contact with! Ohhhhh THAT List. My version of The List is ridiculously overcategorized. The rows are numbered, then there’s name, Location, Year(s), Base (as in: 1st base is kissing, 2nd base is clothes off but no orgasms, 3rd base is orgasms but no penetration, 4th base is penetration, and [read more...]

Jul 232011
 
Five Blowjob Night

The other night, I had five calls, and I realized after the last one, they were all about blowjobs. Deeeeelicious. I just had to stop writing for a moment to go get a lollipop. I will clearly need something to suck on while writing this. Hooray for oral fixations! The first call was a nice, slow guided masturbation, but he was in the mood to tease me through my clothes, dammit. He was gently talking smut in my ear while telling me how to stroke myself, and I started begging for him to touch me, fuck me, shove his cock in my mouth, anything more than this tormented non-touch, please… He was standing over me, enticing me, and eventually gave in to my pleadings and [read more...]

Apr 192011
 

He’d been away for a while. He asked if I missed him; of course I had. After all, every blog entry is always secretly about him in some subtle way, isn’t it? It is, and always will be, according to him. “We’re in such different places tonight,” he said. I was all bubbly and bouncy and happy to hear from him again. He was, in his words, darker. “It doesn’t matter what you want to take out on me… how are you going to take it out on me?” I asked. He described himself beating me into sub space, leaving every inch of my skin tingling and alive to the touch, but his heart wasn’t in it, I could tell. “Or I could curl up [read more...]

Jan 182011
 

I love fucking. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I also love complicated role plays where my mind is just as engaged as my body. And I love spicing up sexual energy with the delicious flavor of power exchange through domination or hypnosis. And yes, absolutely, I love enhancing the hormonal mix of sex by tossing in some adrenaline-boosting pain or struggling. But I feel like I’ve talked so much lately about my specializations that I’ve been neglecting to mention that I simply really. love. fucking. I love being slammed against a door to close it, before I’m even all the way inside, pinned against it, and finger-fucked to orgasm while I’m holding on to broad, strong shoulders. I love riding a man slowly, grinding [read more...]

Dec 042010
 

I keep trying to finish a non-Reddit-related blog post and failing. Being busy is a good problem to have. So instead, I’m going to go the lazy route and paste in my favorite part of the Reddit thread here: gigashadowwolf:Would you kindly blow my mind? GalianaChance: Dammit. My brain’s all fuzzy from vertigo from doing this all day. Okay, Chance, center down. You can do this. I run my fingertips up your cerebellum, brushing by your temporal lobe, and as they make their way lazily to your occipital lobe, you feel my cheek nuzzling where my fingers vacate. My hair traces over your hippocampus, causing a shiver down your stem. You feel my warm tongue on your parietal lobe, my palm gently cradling your olfactory [read more...]

Nov 272010
 

I have a wide variety of laughs: giggles, guffaws, belly laughs, snickers, an explosive surprised laugh-bang, and short stifled snorts when I’m trying not to lose the food or drink in my mouth. When I’m laughing my hardest, I don’t make sound or breathe for many seconds, followed by a peculiar high-pitched hissing sound as if air is leaking out of me. The hardest I ever laughed was planning my wedding – I was working long days in a stressful crunch time and not sleeping nearly enough. The final catering menu/invoice for approval said “Shrimp Screwers” instead of “Shrimp Skewers”. Could. Not. Recover. My now-husband had to guide me to bed, wiping tears from my eyes, to let me rock myself to sleep with sporadically [read more...]

Nov 162010
 

I did an early blog post about being honestly orally fixated. But then I attended a phone sex “job interview” where my oral skills were called into question, and I realized as I was explaining my “qualifications” that I should add this information to the blogged explanations of my oral cravings. The un-sexy part: (dental phobias? skip this paragraph) I have at least a $15,000 mouth because I had two childhood oral traumas where I knocked out baby teeth, one teen oral trauma that broke one of my front teeth (it’s half-fake), five oral surgeries, and braces for two and a half years in high school. The really un-sexy part: (dental phobics skip this paragraph too) One of my surgeries was because my adult incisors [read more...]

Oct 142010
 

Tonight’s second new caller happened to be the first person ever to call on the listing I recently moved from “Mature” (I’m a legit 40, but didn’t get many calls there) to “Oral Sex” (clearly a better fit – it was stupid not to have a listing there). I knelt between his knees and introduced myself to his generous erection with great enthusiasm. He said the following awesome things after he came: I had really high expectations from reading your listing and your blog, but oh my God, you were so much better than that!  and I shot across the room… I’m not even sure where that first one landed… and From your listing to your blog to your pictures that I’m 99% sure are [read more...]

Oct 112010
 

In my off-phone sex life, I have a few great memories of mixing food and sex, which is not surprising, given my strong oral fixation. I’m plenty hedonistic enough to appreciate multiple layers of taste and smell and texture. By far the best ever was the night my husband and I … ummm… /blush… met in person for the first time? slept together for the first time? Oh, hmm, mmaaaayyyybe those were the same night… Anyway (/innocent whistle), we had been fucking like bunnies for a couple of hours, and I felt snacky, so we ventured to the kitchen, naked, to discover our culinary choices. I opened the fridge, saw the whipped cream can, shook it, opened it, leaned my head back, filled my mouth (without [read more...]