The Phone Courtesan


The Reafirming Renewal of Spring, 2012
April 1, 2012, 12:02 pm
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Yes, the first day of spring has cum and gone.

I had the greatest of intentions to write specifically on that day, but alas real life always finds a way to creep in and spoil my fun. Being an adult with a real life and real responsibilities is sometimes just too much fun. Remind me again, why we always wanted to grow up so quickly when we were kids?

It is just life. The good, the bad and the ugly. All three components are necessary – and I truly embrace them all. All of those experiences are what makes me, me. It has been said that what happens in the past that is painful has a great deal to do with what we are today. Very true words. Not to make us sad, but to keep us going.

Spring – My yard is exploding! My lilacs are just about to burst open. All of my trees have leaves creeping out reminding me of their shapes. My apple tree is full of white and dark pink blossoms. I know, I could go on and on, but I know you are witnessing the exact same wonderful reaffirmation that spring has in fact announced its arrival. And happily it gives us all hope and renewed energy. Spring is very sensual, very arousing.

Spring is known as a time of change. This year I am feeling it even more so. I am making one of the hugest changes I have ever made in my life. I am leaving my beloved state of Colorado and moving to the other side of The Mighty Mississippi. There are many factors contributing to this decision, and I am so very very excited. Now I share this with you for a few reasons. I realize you and I live in and enjoy our world in fantasy. And while I do love and respect that, and those defining lines, I also strive to make sure that we can can truly feel our time together as real as we can. I need that. I also in the confines of those boundaries have always tried to be as real and honest as I can be. So, while I am moving I will most likely want to be talking about that, and my new surroundings. I do realize that too much information, TMI, can spoil the fantasy. But, if I can put my real breasts on my blog, I find there is not much left to imagine.

Thank you for your patience and your understanding as I am packing, moving and still wanting to meet your needs. Again, I need that. Forgive me if it is harder for us to find time to connect. Please keep trying – I do very much want to be with you.

Enjoy, embrace, and savor the spring you have in your area.



November 2011

November is one of my favorite months.

The air is cold and can be windy. There have been some snowstorms, at least here. The leaves are all down, raked, and mulched. I have put my dearly loved and cared for gardens to bed. I have much of the abundant harvest canned, dried, frozen, and vinegars to enjoy for the rest of the year, and for giving as Christmas gifts.

Now I can enjoy my favorite holiday, which is Thanksgiving.
Lest you think my love of fantasy tangles with my sense of reality, fear not. I do not live in the Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving. While I love the fantasy of family perfection, alas, it does not exist. Family, people, us, we are all very complicated. But living in the moment, of what is happening right now, not the past, nor the future, is where my calmness of Thanksgiving is found. None of us has perfection in our lives. And that is real life my dear. It is how we love ourselves, our family and how we come to terms with what our roles are in the family, our world and with ourselves.

I hope your Thanksgiving is full of the foods, people, and memories that you want. It is what we make it to be.

I need to say, that here in this world of fantasy, our world of you and I, that I am so grateful for the opportunity to be a part of your life, and to have you be a part of mine. Our threads are forever woven into our tapestry. It matters not whether we have spoken once, or weekly. We have touched. I thank you for that. I thank you for what you give to me.



The Big 5 0

Yes, I said it. The Big 5 0! That is me now. Saturday the 13th, I turned 50. I found approaching and turning 50 fascinating. I think I always thought of 50 as being ‘old’, and pretty close to being done with your life. Now that I am 50, that seems ridiculous. I do know I never want to go through my 20s ever again. In the beginning of adulthood there is so much to learn, decide and define about yourself. It was mid to late 30s that I really felt I was coming into my own. You know, that knowledge about yourself that you are finally secure in your own beliefs, thoughts, philosophies and that you can’t be easily persuaded by others thoughts and directions. The 40s – how liberating, or so I thought. But, it is the dawn of the 50s that I find I am even more aware. I have the confidence to know that what I feel or know, is definitely right for me. I have never been the type that wants to impart my beliefs on others, as the only way to be. And, I certainly hate having anyone force their beliefs on others.

I find am reveling in the world I have made. I gain such strength and confidence as a woman in this world of ours. I get to hear and learn of so many different thoughts, desires and fetishes. The eroticism and intimacy of that knowledge is so fucking hot to me. It is very empowering for me. I so love my work, and the fantasy worlds we can discover together. I know your secrets, and your fears. I am honored you trust me. In trusting me, I realize you have to surrender a part of yourself to me. I do know how hard that can be.

I have learned that there is no one way to have and enjoy sex. And that my dear in itself is a liberating thought. Why can’t ‘the majority’ get and accept that?

There are so many wonderful places that I get to go with you. You have all opened my sexual life. I am honored that I get to share with you your private journey. I learn so much from you.

If you can believe it, in my 20s I used to be so shy and so nervous about sex. But now, I am 50.

Thank you for going with me on my journey too.



Are you Masturbating?
May 26, 2010, 9:29 am
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While that may be a silly question, the month of May is drawing to a close. Thankfully, it is not only during the National Month of Masturbation that we can enjoy ourselves.

It feels good. It is healthy, it is pleasurable and believe it or not, everyone does it. Especially those who deny doing so.

When you take the time for yourself to enjoy your cock, you are also helping us, your partners. You are the one who knows how your cock reacts, and to what kind of stimulation. I cannot tell you how I wish Masturbation Month would turn into Mutual Masturbation Month. Obviously you would learn more about our secret place, but we women need to learn more about the cock. We need to see it, watch it, feel it, touch it and do so through your touch and your eyes.

You have lived with your cock all of your life. So, there is no mystery to you. We have nothing in our bodies that sticks out so rudely, can be so soft, so hard, so exciting, and so scary all at the same time. I honestly believe that women do not understand how the cock can sometimes rule your thinking. All jokes aside, but it is a true driving force that is innate in your body.

When you can masturbate for us, or with us, we can see your cock, and see how it reacts to and needs to be stroked, and loved, frankly almost separately from loving you. Your cock is a mystery to us. It is also very scary for many women.

I am so appreciative of men who ‘know’ their cock. Not just as a fucking tool, and for their own pleasure, but how to use it make us feel connected to your cock. When you slow down, masturbate, and learn how to share all those secrets of your cock with us, we will connect to it.

Thank you to those of you who share with us and let us learn about your cock. Thank you to those of you, who enjoy and savor your own masturbation, and know that it is not always about the orgasm, but that journey to it. Enjoy your cock. Stroke it off and on for a few days, before you allow yourself to cum. Pay attention to those peaks and valleys of arousal. Listen to your body and enjoy riding on the edge of that wave before you cum quickly.

Savor your masturbation time.

Fantasy is just so perfect for your alone and shared masturbation time. And don’t forget to tell me all about it. = )

Enjoy the final days…



My Escape . . .
March 27, 2010, 9:33 am
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. . . is YOU.

I know we all have real lives. I know that what we participate in, is fantasy.

Somewhere in the middle of regular daily life, and all of the unexpected curve balls that get thrown our way, you call me.

Through you and the escape of your voice I can get swept away. Your fantasy becomes mine, and we have a moment of intertwining escape from our realities.

It is your touch, your voice, your kink, your love, your care that honestly can be my moment of sanity.

Real life is complicated.

I cannot thank you enough for inviting me into your escape…



Sexual Gratitude
April 2, 2008, 9:32 pm
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Is there such a thing? Thankfulness for sex? Do we take our sexual enjoyment for granted?? Is sex, something we should add to our list of ‘bountiful blessings?’ Do you ‘breathe in’ with appreciation each and every time your body feels aroused? Have you experienced sexual contentment?
I am not simply talking of the momentary pleasures that one might feel after having just received a mind blowing blow job, or a precious sweet oral moment that was spent lovingly on the lips of our pussy. Both of those, do have their importance in our lives. ; ) However, those moments alone are not what sexually sustains us.
Recently, I was walking around the park by my house. It was one of those gloriously warm days when you are just so appreciative to feel the sun bathing your skin again, reminding you that winter is slowly on it’s way out. I began down that mental path of taking stock of all the things I am thankful for. I am lucky. It is a huge list to get through.
I have long realized, with a bit of a quiet knowing chuckle, that I can never explain my sex life to many people. Nor do I. I have found that while I am so sexually satisfied by my variety of men, I know I am limited in my ways to personally thank them. I do try to. And I hope I convey how special and wonderful my experiences are with them.
In reality, I lead a very quiet personal life. I know, that kind of admission could hurt my image. : ) But, if I am anything, it is truthful. My sex life has blossomed through my men that I talk with. I feel my sexuality evolving, constantly. Each lover that I spend time with, allows me to further explore and embrace myself as a more confidant woman. I find I am able in this safe venue, to touch a wide variety of fantasies and to happily enjoy them vicariously through you. Each one allows a new part of me to emerge and unfold in front of you. I can never thank my lovers enough for the simple and beautiful opportunities that they give to me. Every fantasy, as in every man, is very different. We all carry in us such private places. We simply need to accepted, and be encouraged to open and share those secret parts of ourselves. I feel such genuine pleasure when I feel I have connected with you, in your private place. It then becomes mine. I grow through you.
We all need sexual contact. Yes, we can live with out the physical sexual touch of another, because we can surely enjoy the most exquisite self love and care through our own touch. We all know our own bodies, very well. Fantasy life can be extremely fulfilling. Truth be told, there are times that what I miss is the simplicity of hand holding, walking together and the simple sharing of kisses.
Sex can hold such complexities. There are so many layers to peel away and to examine. And there can be so many reasons why those layers exist. We all bring with us our upbringing, our past experiences and rejections, our religion, our hidden fantasies and fetishes, and our fears.
Thank you, each and everyone of you, for helping me to examine, peel away and feel each layer as it becomes exposed. I will be eternally grateful for the sex we share. And, for the woman you help me to become.



Ingredients for Sex
September 29, 2007, 7:49 am
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Monday was one of my favorite kind of days. It was very dark, cold, and windy with intermittent rain and even sleet. It was an early showing of what is to come. I do believe fall and winter is when I bloom. It was the kind of day when you drink coffee and tea all day. You wear your comfy favorite, never out of the house fleece, drag out your slipper socks from the back of the drawers, and embrace the cold, wet darkness.

I love cooking and baking. Well before I was born, my grandmother owned and ran a restaurant in Nebraska. I have a secret fantasy of owning a bed and breakfast, in a small town. Perhaps it is in the blood. It cannot be denied.

I pride myself on keeping a well stocked pantry, just for these kinds of days or moods, that lend themselves to me. Cold dark days, mean soup. I was craving this new recipe I found for Vegetarian Vietnamese Curry Soup. Let me know, I will happily pass on the recipe to you. And no, you would not have found this soup on the menu in my grandmother’s Nebraska farmland restaurant. But then, as I have grown I have discovered that there are many ways, I am not like my grandmother.

As I gathered my ingredients for my soup – olive oil, white onion, garlic cloves, ginger root, curry powder, lemon zest, green pepper, carrots, cremini mushrooms, vegetable broth, bay leaf, sea salt, red potatoes, lite coconut milk and fresh cilantro – I was sensing the important role each ingredient would play in my soup. Cooking is an art. In cooking, the ingredients may be key – but not so much the amounts. If you take one of those ingredients away, you could lose a flavor that is essential to the whole experience of the soup. You can however, add more or less – to enhance the experience. Not a lover of ginger? Use less. Do you find recipes can never add enough garlic? Add more. In cooking you can take spice away or make it as spicy as your palate can handle.

It was also the day to have the oven on. Baking gives you it’s own rewards. If you fail, it is a true failure. You cannot make bread rise, if you kill the yeast, nor can you make the insides of a raw cake bake, if the whole time the oven has been too hot. Oh, and factor into this the differences with sea level and high altitude baking. Baking is a science. You do not get to have such a free reign of choices, as in cooking. The flours, sugars, baking soda and powder, yeasts and salts – all need to work together, and with the temperature of your oven. I love the challenge. While the soup was cooking I made two Happy Winter Fudge Cakes – based on the children story. Remember, I was a nanny for 27 years.

I got to thinking – another joy of cooking, as it allows one time to ponder. The qualities of being a nanny, assembling the special ingredients, caring how the flavors meld together, and being careful how the baking ingredients work together – all made me think of the special ingredients for sex.

Remember, I all ready told you, I wasn’t quite like my grandmother. That said, it does make me wonder what my grand daughter will look back and think about me.

When I enjoy a phone partner – I begin to assemble the ingredients, that he likes. Sometimes it’s the baking ingredients. I like knowing the specifics of what he likes, what he needs to hear and has to have – all so he can rise. I enjoy the special ingredients that are needed for each recipe. For each person. And I am so happy, that each is so very different. Sometimes I get to assemble the soup ingredients. Yes, there are some staple ingredients that are required – but I get to play around with the spice level. Sometimes a cooler, cream based soup is needed – as he may need care, nurturing and love – more so than another time. Sometimes I get to make it as hot and as wild as the hottest peppers and curries I can find. And I am so happy, that each is so very different.

I am a lucky woman. I get to cook and bake everyday. Even when it isn’t dark and cold outside. As I said, I pride myself on keeping a well stocked pantry.