The Phone Courtesan


Cum What May
November 12, 2013, 1:39 pm
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Boy, do I suck at keeping up with my blog. I hope to hell, I don’t suck quite so much at sucking. 🙂 Which I do enjoy, as I do so enjoy my writing time, but alas, time for both are desperately lacking in my real life. This will most likely not be my sexiest blog writing.

I am hoping to give you a sense of how crazy and busy my life has been lately. I need you to understand your role and why my time with you is so vital to me. Yes, vital. YOU are my sex life. Quite an admission, and a confession. A true phone sex queen would/should have made up that I am getting fucked every night, having wild orgy parties, (insert panting breath here) threesomes, enjoying women, bondage, and my oh my what I would give to receive a good spanking. The last statement, being genuine.

Reality – Family, relationships and the many layers involved in those two words, our children, our parents, bills, mortgages, homes, home repairs, worries, losing friends, family members, cancer, too many things to do – and never enough time . . . woe, woe, woe.

Another reality – While I will be the first (yep, I’ll say it) to admit that some insane thoughtless family members on a regular basis drive me absolutely batty – but, I do have a family. I have a few genuine relationships in my life, and while they take work to maintain, they are relationships that are dear to me, and worth every second of my commitment to them. I do have a home – and all the belaboring responsibilities that go with it, but I have a home that I love that is mine. I do have worries – every day. Most likely the same ones as you have. I have lost dear friends this last year. But, I do have friends. I hate cancer. It’s random attacks on people that we love, is not a fair war. To stand by watching a family member fight it with a courage and strength that I was humbled to witness and had no idea such resolve and determined fight resided inside such a young body. As a helpless bystander, I am pissed. I am scared. I am numb. I am angry. I have resolved. As only Pooh can say, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Silly I know, being from Pooh, but it helped. And no, I will never have enough time in my day. Or nights. In a genuine full life there are many joys and great sorrows. At the end of the day, I believe that must mean, I am lucky enough to have a full life.

Our Fantasies – sustain me. You give me a respite from life. Your touches give me hope. You make me feel good. You allow me to make you feel good – and I remember that I can still do that for others.

Now, while I may have made you feel sorry for me – have no pity on me. We all make our choices. I am very happy in my life. I am content. And that is in a huge part because of you. The sexual variety I am so lucky to get with each and every call . . . you truly take me away to a different locale, a different kind of sex, a special moment in time. It is all ours, and ours alone.

We have an all encompassing respect, feelings of want, desire, lust and yes love and care for one another that we share, in our world we make. Thank you.

We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our paths for a reason.

I am the luckiest woman in the world.

 



Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2011

http://www.betweenmysheets.com/top-100-sex-bloggers-of-2011

 

There are so many knowledgeable, and downright sexy sex bloggers out there. I am honored to be a part of them.

Rori of Between My Sheets, does an amazing  job of reading, reading, and reading all of our work.

Enjoy the list of the top 100 sex bloggers of 2011.

Have great fun looking them over.



To the Geeks of the World
November 22, 2010, 12:01 pm
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I bow down to you!!!

A couple of weeks ago my computer acquired its first virus ever…and wow how that can mess with our technical/cyber worlds we have made for ourselves.

How a person can truly enjoy and want to be in front of a sick computer and work for hours to make it well . . . YOU Geeks are amazing. I have a new found respect for geeks.

And believe me, it is not in my nature to bow down to any one. = ))



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.



SPANKING
August 9, 2010, 3:54 pm
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A few questions and thoughts . . .

So, how does a good spanking make you feel? How does the sound of spanking make you feel? How does the sting make you feel? How does it make you feel if you are the one spanking? How does it feel to see the the bottom turn red; either your bottom or someone else? How does it make you feel if you are the one being spanked? Do you like to watch others being spanked? Does it make you excited to anticipate a spanking?             https://i1.wp.com/www.vintagespank.com/vintage-spanking/544_vintageff.jpg

I’m just wondering about the varying feelings and desires for spankings.  Or, did I just turn you off by the very thought of a good playful erotic spanking? = ) I find spanking very sensuous.

Spanking makes me wet.



A Mask Allows the Truth
September 7, 2009, 9:13 am
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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.                                     
Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. ~~~ Oscar Wilde

I look forward to being the keeper of the truths you share with me. I have said many, many times . . . the phone is our mask. A mask can take many shapes.

Trust me.



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.