Talking Dirty

Happy Blogaversary (I’m baaack…)

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Thu, 06 Apr 2006 06:36:00 +0000

Today is the one year birthday of this blog.

It's kind of weird celebrating it after taking a month off - I'm sure most of you thought it was abandoned. It wasn't like that. I never intended to kill her.

It was more like she'd walk up behind me when I was at the computer, and I'd hear her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor, giving me just enough warning to dread her, and I'd see her out of the corner of my eye. She expected me to be disciplined enough to smile for her, to serve with enthusiasm and raw honesty without giving her too much angst. She liked my depraved innocence, not my moods.

She liked me on my knees, getting my lips wet and salty, giving her what she wanted. She'd grind me til I couldn't breathe.

"I fuckin' love my job..."

I stopped loving it.

In fact it scared me - for one day. Or a week. Or... I don't think it was more than two weeks.

(...read the rest of this entry at the new location. Don't worry, it isn't all angst - there's a juicy call writeup at the end. Comments are disabled here since Blogger lets too much spam through, but you can comment over at talkingdirtyblog.com where the full entry is)

Talking Dirty is finally a real blog...

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Mon, 20 Feb 2006 18:43:00 +0000

Behold: WordPress.

Talking Dirty can now be found at ~~http://www.barelylegalkatie.com/blog/~~ http://www.talkingdirtyblog.com. I'll maintain both locations for a month or two and keep this address up to avoid breaking links.

Go! Check out the new place!

I'll be breaking it in with extra posts of smutty goodness throughout the week. Yay.

Cute, Sexy... Cum

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Mon, 20 Feb 2006 03:24:00 +0000

Okay, I finally found a girl who loves sucking cock as much as I do. Sure, plenty of girls like it but there aren't enough of us who really love to taste a cock all the way down, feel the silky texture of the head against our tongues, the way our lips stretch to encircle the thickest part of the base. I've come just from giving a long, slow blowjob with plenty of licking and deepthroating. I wasn't even playing with myself, it was just so sensual and overwhelming and I could just taste the lust and heat rolling off of him.

Serena knows exactly what I'm talking about. She's cute, she looks hot in a tiny little plaid skirt and she rides the line between perfectly innocent "good girl" and naughty cum-loving teen. How could a cutie in pigtails smiling around a mouth stuffed with cock not be sexy?

(Totally shameless plug, I admit... Serena's a sweetie, she answers her own email and she just started reading my blog. Go take a peek- I'll wait.)

Sugasm #22

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sun, 19 Feb 2006 20:41:00 +0000

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Slave for a Day

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 18:11:00 +0000

...This time, it wasn't me.

Every so often I'll get a request to switch. Some submissive guys get really turned on at the thought of a submissive cumslut turning it around on them and turning them into a pathetic, whimpering slave. Patheticness is always a key point here - these guys are usually into humiliation bigtime.

He sent me an email, first, asking me if I would be willing to switch for him.

I'm into humiliation and life management.

That sounds like something you'd say to a phone sex career counselor.

"I see you've been looking to..." (wink, wink) "...fill a position, right? As a slave. Hmm. Let's see... I might have an... opening... heehee! you could fill. What are your interests?"

"I, uh, I'm into humiliation and life management."

"Life management, huh? Do you have any certifications?"

...I was laughing my ass off when I ordered his worthless ass to contact me. I didn't tell him what to do next - I just told him that what he decided to do next would tell me whether or not he was completely useless as a slave.

He called within minutes.

My guys always compliment the way I get right into things. The truth is small talk makes me nervous, but they're not complaining, right? I launched right into it with this guy - after I made him sweat.

"Hello?"

He mumbles a hello. I wait a few seconds - I swear he's holding his breath, but I can guess at the words about to rush out, the sweaty palms.

"Hi, this is Katie..."

"Hi... hi Katie."

I know exactly who it is, of course, but I make him say it anyway. Normally I don't ask for names, I just let a guy decide if he wants to tell me. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Just this guy.

"So, who am I talking to?" I try for a cross between audibly coy and about to kick your ass, and I think I got it.

"S—. I'm, uh, the guy who sent you the email..."

"That doesn't really narrow it down, S. I get a lot of emails."

"Oh, right." I'm just dying to start cracking up. I let out a giggle, totally at his expense. "I'm the one who wanted to be your slave."

"Oh, the worthless loser! Hi, S! I didn't think you'd be brave enough to call."

From there he was all mine (well, for about half an hour). I had him crawl on the floor like a worm and repeat over and over what a worthless, limp-dicked loser he was. I ordered him to rub himself off on his carpet (friction burn!) as it could be the last orgasm I allowed him - but not until after we were through on the phone. I took away his right to sit at the table and sleep in his own bed.

"You know your place, don't you?"

I know that to afford a phone sex habit (and I'm pretty sure this guy gets around, most submissive callers are pretty slutty that way) this guy's probably a lawyer or an accountant or a programmer, maybe a politician. It happens (although from what I hear, most of them are into panties). I know he's probably the guy who sneered at me on the subway for wearing scuffed boots, or some network admin who donates money to campaigns.

Republican campaigns. It helps if I think of the submissive guys as Republican.

"Yes, mistress."

And he fucking sniffles. Priceless.

Three's Company: The Cumslut Edition

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Fri, 10 Feb 2006 09:58:00 +0000

I had an appointment call tonight with D. It was awesome- he showed me the photos he's been taking of pretty, nekkid girls and broke a multiple on-call orgasm record. It's now at 3 (all on command). We were really getting into it tonight with the spankings, nipple clamps, and verbal humiliation. I was exhausted afterwards and had to log off for an hour or two to recover... hehe.

FYI, pizza is a vital part of the phone sex girl recovery process. Yess.

After the call (and the pants, I'm not getting any pizza without those) my roomie J told me that Marie had been home and upstairs the whole time I was on the call.

"Did she hear me? J, did she hear anything? I know I was getting pretty loud- I hope she didn't hear me moaning, spanking myself and saying what a cumslut I am." (Trust me, it only takes one instance of her yelling down the stairs, "HEY! Hey, are you all right down there? Is everything okay?" when I start whimpering and moaning during a call. I can't respond of course, I'm in character, but it's pretty fucking hard to ignore it and hope she doesn't open the door...)

"Uh, I heard you, but you could only really hear it by the downstairs door. I think."

"You heard me?"

"I heard you calling yourself a cumslut, yeah. It was really off-putting actually."

At that point I just threw stuff at him. Off-putting... hmmph. I've had like 5 different guys want me to use him as my sleeping roommate dildo for a blowjob demonstration. He's in no position to complain.

...

I am going to make Blogger my bitch, and then I am going to fuck it in the ass with a strap-on. This is the first post I've been able to make in too damn long between last-minute "scheduled" downtimes, unscheduled downtimes, and so forth. I hear the rest of you have been having similar problems.

Gaaah.

Sugasm #19

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 06:27:00 +0000

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Leashed

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Fri, 27 Jan 2006 05:34:00 +0000

E fooled me again. He'd said he was going to punish me; tonight he rewarded me.

I was ready for him, as always, kneeling and naked so that he could inspect every inch of his slut freely. His wife had fucked him in his office earlier and when he made me lick the head of his cock, down to the base, I tasted her sweetly salty juices.

The weight of the collar settled around my bare neck, then tightened- he showed me the leash and I knew I was his plaything. Any filthy thing he'd asked me to do, I would have done in that instant.

He made me beg for it like a whore before he gave me the reward of feeling his firm, swollen cockhead pressed against my lips. I was only allowed the head; I caressed it with my tongue, felt it slide past my hungry lips, then after I strained forward for more he yanked on my leash and gave it to me- all at once, before I was ready for it.

I nearly choked.

Nearly cried- not good enough, never good enough. I came closer tonight than I had before. I took his cock as far down my throat as I could and stuck out my tongue (harder than you'd think, pushing my tongue past my lips stretched around his cock) to lick his balls. Just- barely- made it.

He made me lie down, on my back, with the leash behind me so that the long, cold handle was wedged between my bare ass cheeks. He worked his way over my skin with his tongue, hands, and breath. I was delirious. It was heaven. He would lick, then tease, then back off until my hips would rise up, wordlessly begging him for more. Wordless wasn't enough.

He stopped when I was this close and made me stumble for the words to plead for his tongue sliding on, all over, inside my wet pink cunt.

I waited for his signal...

Come. Come for me now, slut. Scream.

I spasmed, and gasped, and screamed, and he grabbed the leash handle and tugged...

The instant he released me I was spent. Quivering. I had just enough energy left to find out what that rough tug felt like when it was tightening my throat around his cockhead.

New schedule (and other announcements)

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Thu, 26 Jan 2006 22:24:00 +0000

I've got good news, bad news, and better news.

First, the good news: I've finally got my schedule for this semester figured out. Some scheduling issues and personal crap threw me off course but here are my general hours for this semester:

Tuesdays and Thursdays: 5pm - 2am EST (obviously with breaks in between)

Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 9pm - 3am EST (my house is noisier on the weekends...)

Monday and Wednesday I have classes pretty much all afternoon/night, so if you want me then, make an appointment and I'll let you know if I can swing it. If you want to talk to me but the times I just listed don't work for you, you can make an appointment and if you give me 24 hours notice (if you want me awake in the morning, I'll need it- grumpy sluts are no fun) I'll see what I can do for you.

The bad news: I've got some kind of bug. I'll still try to work this weekend but if you're wondering why I haven't been around that's why. I swear college students are biological weapons - especially my classmates with kids. Hermitdom is starting to look really good...

The better news: WordPress. Soon. Blame Sabrina for talking me into it. Also I'm doing two new recordings - one for my tickle torture guys and one that's just pure filthy fun.

Sugasm #18

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sun, 22 Jan 2006 09:10:00 +0000

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Mindfucking and Oral Service

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sat, 21 Jan 2006 01:19:00 +0000

Part 2 of How To Get Into Phone Sex is coming later tonight. I think I'm going to be punished if I don't write this entry.

Last night some of my favorite Dominants were mindfucking me. It's a classic- tell a service submissive she isn't doing good enough, then tell her you might, might put up with her if she does better. If you can cajole and threaten in the same sentence, make your voice stern but encouraging, she'll think she still has a hope of satisfying your whims.

Trying to please a strict dominant, trying to fulfill impossible orders and being punished- those are some of my favorite scenes, but not the way they went down last night.

I had an appointment call with E of the misleading accent at 8, which I almost missed thanks to Roanoke finally having enough fellow Yankees move in to create traffic. I got home just in time to prepare myself according to his standing orders (naked, kneeling, lubed and ready)- but my phone didn't ring for the appointment. He tried back a few minutes later, as hot and eager as I was, and he took me to task right away for the inconvenience and wasting his time. I was still freaked out from detouring and speeding to get home in time (not to mention the technical difficulties) so it took me a few minutes to catch on to his game. I fell all over myself to apologize sincerely before I noticed the tone of voice he was using and asked him how I could make it up to him...

E's a generous dom. He let me earn the chance to suck his cock before flipping me around and fucking me in the ass. No- that's not accurate. First, I had to earn the assfucking by trying to please him with my mouth and throat. He even allowed (okay... ordered) me to come for him (an order I couldn't refuse at that point- his voice does something to me). I started- and so did the horrible phone screech of death.

I have never, never had that happen before or since. Damn the luck.

Keep in mind I hadn't come out of scene yet. Here he was, displeased with me in-scene and possibly out of it to begin with, and I'd just fucked up bigtime. Well, my connection had, but I'm the rent-a-slave and it was my fault.

I figured I'd really pissed him off that time. Maybe he would give me one more chance if I was lucky. I sent him an apology for the technical difficulties and a little something else. Then I paced nakedly for about 15 minutes.

Ring! This time it was M, and our connection was clear. His voice was low and threatening and he had me back on my knees instinctively. He was allowing his slave to service him orally (aren't I a lucky girl?); I kissed the head of his cock and worshipped it with my tongue before taking it deep into my mouth- or trying to.

Just when I thought I had taken enough of his shaft down my throat, he'd tell me I wasn't trying hard enough. I wasn't satisfying him. I started crying, asking him what I could do to please him- lips back on the cock. He kept encouraging me to slide, then cram, then force his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I'd think I couldn't take another inch and he'd push me harder, stopping me in disgust every so often to tell me what a lousy job I was doing and that I'd have to try harder. The crying made it worse, then when I started gagging and nearly threw up I heard that catch in his voice. I edged back just enough to keep from losing it but still make all kinds of horrible noises, stopped holding back my helpless whimpers, and he treated me to something very special.

Apparently half-trained, reluctant, incompetent sluts like me need to be shown how to do what we're told- or made to. Forced to.

I volunteered the last phrase, and he described what he was about to do, and he heard my voice catch. It was on.

He went into that space where he's telling me exactly what he's going to do to me, he's lost in telling his fantasy and all I have to do is live in it and react. Usually once a call reaches that point I'm so far in that elegant descriptions are beyond me and I'm lucky if I can still form sentences. Usually they don't seem to mind that.

This time I was sure I'd done something right and I got to finish what I'd started with E.

Speaking of E...

He called back shortly after my line was free again, to thank me for the call. He called to thank me. He called to thank me. What a class act. Wow, that blew my worries and guilt out of the water.

We talked for a few minutes and he made it clear that he didn't blame me for the phone mishaps (thank so much, Sir- I felt awful about that!) and did his best to charm me before getting back to his night. His best is very, very good. "This is sort of like the phone sex equivalent of me sending you roses. Thank you."

Yeah, this guy calls me. What a trip.

For such a sweetheart, he can be a very strict dom. How awesome is that?

I barely have time to wipe the smile off my face (and clean up after both E and M had their way with me) before I get a call from my favorite spanker, D.

Silly me, I put my pants back on. I'm supposed to be naked and kneeling for him. Standing order.

Of course he had to punish me for that. We hadn't gotten to play in a while but we made up for lost time- I was cropped, spanked, humiliated, objectified, used roughly and subject to his degrading fantasies of displaying me like a slut and dragging me around by my clit, like a pet. In other words we had a blast. We got into some orgasm control tonight which was extra hard for me- having already orgasmed doesn't usually tire me out, it usually gets me ready for more. Yes, my pussy breaks men, thank you...

D was in a good mood and allowed me to orgasm just when I thought I could not hold off any more and would have to take another punishment. Thanks Sir!

It was a great night, but I'm starting to think they're conspiring against me because so many mindfucks in a row is a pretty weird coincidence. After one I can clear my head for the next call, but when I'm in that space over and over with just barely enough time for a towel and a glass of water between them, I'm in that headspace for the night. I think it sharpened me a little though; I like a challenge.

I also learned the power of a mysterious phrase last night: white cotton panties. This secret phrase has the power to send a man to the moon. It must be used with caution, and not in the first three minutes of a call, unless you were planning on a quickie.

Kind of too bad, since I had to take off the white cotton panties to get to the good stuff (in more ways than one). Next time he's getting small talk because I'd like to see what else I can do to drive this guy crazy. I think we have some kinks in common, and not just...

wait for it...

white cotton panties.

Sugasm #17

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sat, 14 Jan 2006 21:22:00 +0000

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Playboy beat me to it

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 20:07:00 +0000

We interrupt our regularly scheduled post to bring you this quickie rant:

Playboy beat me to it.

(Wow, it feels really weird to type that.)

Sure, they're using Sirius, not RSS. And it's subscription. And it might not be a bad idea to let somebody with deeper pockets than myself get people used to the idea of paying for audio sex broadcasts.

That said, I look at the projects on my waitlist, and the grades I got last semester, and it occurrs to me that it's better to do one thing reasonably well than to half-ass two things.

I'm dropping down to part time and maybe then I'll finally be able to check off the to-do list I made this summer.

Off to eat, then I'll be back to write part 2 of the phone sex operator series.

...Speaking of audio sex broadcasts, I am once again taking requests. What sort of stuff would you like to hear? Comment or mail me; you just might get your wish.

Phone Hoing 101: How To Get Into Phone Sex Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Wed, 11 Jan 2006 15:32:00 +0000

Recently I've gotten a few emails asking about the inner secrets of phone courtesan apprenticeship, or more truthfully, how to stop giving it away and get paid to do what you love.

This is a long one; it'll get broken up into parts. Get some coffee or tea and settle in- I'll wait.

Guys, you're probably not going to be able to find a job having phone sex with just (or even mostly) women. There simply isn't enough demand. If you're straight or prefer women and doing it for the love, you're better off keeping it personal. If you're doing it for the money, you're going to be taking calls from men. You'll have to either tackle the gay/bi market or practice your girlie voices and see if you can get hired on as a transsexual (do your research, if you can't answer basic questions about hormones you're going to look silly).

Transwomen, you've got it made. There is such a demand for you that we've got MTF impersonators on the phones filling the gaps. If you're comfortable going independent and doing both phone and cam you will have many devotees, especially if you like domination from the giving end and think boys into crossdressing and/or forced cocksucking are cute, sexy, or amusing.

Transmen, you're even more of a niche market- if you're playing yourself I suggest spending a lot of time looking into fetishes and playing with your marketing. You also have the option of playing either a girl, a guy, or an MTF transsexual on the phones. Listen to your voice and choose wisely.

Girls, you have the most options and the most competition. (Yes, there is a lot of competition in this line of work, and here I am creating more of it.) If you're into guys, you're set. If you're a lesbian or prefer women I'll tell you two things:

1. We have plenty of lesbian PSOs (Phone Sex Operators).

2. Men are usually the bulk of their clients.

Women and transfolk do call (relatively rarely), and you do have options other than having phone sex with men. Plenty of them will get off on the very idea that you won't have phone sex with them. If you're into tease & denial, domination, female supremacy or any similar kinks, you've got it made. There's also plenty of money to be had just in telling stories about what you do with your girlfriends.

The remainder of this series is going to be written from the perspective of a female phone sex operator taking male clients, simply because that's the bulk of the business. A lot of the information will be universally applicable or usable with some perspective changes. This just saves me from having to write three or four articles.

Most of you start out asking how to get into phone sex, but the first question you need to ask is:

What's In It For Me?

Flexible schedule (usually)

Decent money

Work at home

Can be anonymous- it's one of the few forms of sex work where age and appearance don't have to be an issue

It's one of the least boring jobs you can have, in my opinion

Talking to interesting, often sexy-voiced strangers- and getting paid for it

No formal qualifications, often no experience necessary

You're making people feel good on a very basic level

It's a multifaceted business, if you go independent, with lots to learn

The girls are a great bunch- funny, smart, supportive, and down to earth

Why Shouldn't I Do This?

Variable money

Sex worker stigma (slowly fading, but still very real)

Stalker callers (the less info you give them, the less they have to work with- generally more an annoyance than a threat)

Concern about roommates hearing you

Political ambitions (see Sex Worker Stigma)

Discomfort with sex

Easy money (it's not rocket surgery, but it can be physically, mentally, and emotionally demanding, and it does take time, skill, and effort to make money)

Just for the money (with a disgust for the job)- you'll get burned out and the money will have a foul aftertaste

What Does It Take?

Creativity

Imagination

Listening and conversational skills

Broad knowledge of sex and fetishes

A sense of humor

18+ (if you aren't over 18, get out of my blog, ya perv)

A fairly quiet working environment

A clear phone connection- specific phone requirements will vary by company. If you're determined to use a cell you'll probably be going independent.

A computer (not always), and a high speed connection helps

Comfort with sex- including unusual, bizzare, sometimes disgusting fantasies*

Talking about and describing sex on demand- you're always in the mood**

An appealing, sexy, emotive voice. Accents are in high demand, if it's not thick to the point of incomprehension.

You have to like men. You don't have to be sexually attracted to men, but it really does help to like them, or at least to like making them cry (if you're doing hardcore dom).

*Note: Some companies require you to talk about anything and everything, and they do mean anything and everything. Some have restrictions of their own, and some let you choose your own limits, within reason. Consider your limits and your voice when making a character and picking your niche(s)- it helps to create a character with your own sexual expertise and tastes in mind. If you have a young voice, you will get requests for underage roleplays. That can mean pretending to be 16 and it can mean pretending to be 6. Know your company's policies and know your own limits.

**If this is actually the case, and you have a problem with being too horny for your own good, this job can actually really help your libido calm down to the normal-to-high range instead of the "needs to stop humping people's legs" range. It worked for me...

I'll get to the hows in the next post. As always if you have more questions or just want some advice, just email me! It gives my life meaning beyond learning SQL.

Cybersex 101

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Tue, 10 Jan 2006 15:50:00 +0000

Yesterday was my first day of classes for this semester. In that spirit the next few posts will be 101-style. If you promise to attend, I'll promise to wear my white knee socks. Deal?

Today's lesson is cybersex- the mute and maligned cousin of phone sex. I know from experience that plenty of you out there need this*, so pay attention or I'll go get the yardstick.

Dante's Guide to Cybersex Part I: Ground Rules

It seems that there are some misconceptions about cybersex--namely the same misconceptions that often exist about regular sex. The male problem is that men are notoriously poor at it, and unwilling to consider their partner's needs. And this leads to the common female belief that there's never anything even potentially in it for them. I'm going to skip over the "finding a partner" step. While it's a very important step, there's pretty unlimited potential, starting with Craigslist CE.

Now I'm not sure what guys are doing wrong to perpetuate these myths. Maybe it's this. Whatever the case is, I've never had unenjoyable cybersex, and I attribute it to setting some clear ground rules, and following some unstated ones. This isn't quite the same thing as having a safeword (not entirely necessary when you can escape by logging off) but here are a few examples of things you should consider.

(Read more...)

Dante cracks me up, but at the same time his advice is gold. Go, and be edumacated.

* No, not you, unless you spent a lot of time either in IRC or on sex MUDs a couple of years ago...

Sugasm # 15

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 00:43:00 +0000

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them (this week starting with the letter E.) If you're not reading it, you're missing the good stuff...

Emerging on the other side… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com)

Fuckin’ the old ball and chain (whatsyourpleasure.blogspot.com)

Kitkast Outtakes #1.1 (mskitka.com)

Mister Mistress (mimredbeard.com)

Penis Questions Answered (damnjezebel.com)

Pretending to be Mrs. Claus (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)

Quick and Dirty (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Something new to do on rainy days (realadultsex.com)

StoryTime: blue oriental flowers (secretbrain.blogspot.com)

Suffering (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

Tête-à-Tête (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

Touching (alwasysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

The First Time I Never Remember (insatiablemrw.blogspot.com)

Transvestite nativity scandal in Rome (sexblo.gs)

A (reluctant) spanking (lumpesse.com)

Bloggasm is Dead. Long Live the Sugasm! (sugarbank.com)

Business and Pleasure in the Pleasure Biz (tirepaddle.com)

Competitive Nature (anyonesgirl.blogspot.com)

Cornered (deltavegas.blogspot.com)

Dumping a Client (radicalvixen.com)

Lovingly policed by Sabrina Morgan

Photo from damnjezebel.com

Update: Link added 1/1/06 - please amend.

Happy 2006! and Scheduling

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sun, 01 Jan 2006 02:26:00 +0000

It's occurred to me (after a few "Where are you?" emails... eh heh, sorry guys) that a loose schedule might be a good thing.

Right now it's looking like 9pm-4am EST (might vary an hour or so either way) until the 7th; I'm taking evening classes this semester and I'm not sure yet if I'll have professors that tend to go over or not. It'll probably wind up getting shifted to 10:30pm-4am EST, and I'll try to sneak in some late afternoon phone time for those of you who are in other time zones, work nights, or aren't nocturnal freaks like me.

If those times don't work for you, you can make an appointment- if you give me 24 hours notice I can phone fuck you at pretty much any time (unless I have a class then, sorry). It's so fun to get callers from the blog (had another one last night, yay!). I love knowing you guys are actually reading about how much fun we have.

I'll pop on the phones tonight but keep in mind it's New Years, and that means if you're drunk I wanna hear you try to sing. Seriously, I'll give free minutes to anyone who gives me a drunken New Year's serenade. Bonus points if a) you know most of the lines to Finnegan's Wake, or b) you know more than two lines of Auld Lang Syne. I'll be on a little after midnight EST tonight (edited: last minute invites) and stay up til dawn, probably. Cheers!

xoxo
Katie

Quick and Dirty

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sat, 31 Dec 2005 04:02:00 +0000

"I'm in bed... but I can't sleep." Funny, he doesn't sound upset about it.

"You wouldn't mind if I curled up under the sheets with you, would you?" (Teasing, but curious- I might not be allowed in the bed tonight. Sometimes it's like that.)

"Of course not. But I'm not wearing any clothes, not even boxers."

Ooh. I can hear the sheets rustling... He's getting comfortable.

"Mmm, that sounds like fun..." (Wish I could see him, see the way his swelling cock pushes up the sheets- white sheets, so I can see the outline of his silkiest, ruddiest skin, see that first drop of precome dark and wet against the crisp white fabric.)

I wiggle out of my tight jeans, lift my soft blue shirt up over my head, and slide under the sheets. We curl up close, skin against skin, nuzzling each other's necks. I want to taste him on my lips, all of him. His neck, his chest, his belly... I grab his hips and he reaches for my bra. He teases my nipples through its thin lace and then it's gone; I don't remember when he unhooked it but I feel the weight of my breasts and his hands, kneading, massaging, tugging, all over my body. His hot breath against my bare mound...

"Unh."

(Focus, focus, it's about him, no matter how good it feels when he rubs his thumb roughly over my clit.)

He's teasing me, so I tease him: I scoot up and lean forward so that when his cock twitches, it slides right between my smooth, creamy tits. "Do you like my mouth here? And here? Does it feel good when I tease you like this, with my lips right next to the base...?"

I can hear the answer in his breathing. It's sharper now, and more ragged, all at once. I'm there, with my wet lips silky and the purple-pink head of his cock sliding past them inch by inch. I can feel his hand tangled in my hair and tugging... I feel the pressure in my scalp, rough but sensual. (Oh- he's tugging down? Now he's pushing...)

It's not polite to talk with your mouth full so I can't answer his questions until he drags me up by the hair.

"You like that, don't you, slut?"

"I love the taste of you, Sir... the way you feel in the back of my th- I love it when you- when you fuck my throat."

"And you like it when I push your head down like that, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm-"

"When I cut off your air, just enough..."

"Yes..."

(I should've guessed then.)

Flipped over and penetrated, a hard slowfuck so I can feel his pelvis grinding against mine and his weight pressing down on top of me. He's kissing my nipples, my neck- it feels amazing, and my breathing changes to match his. Panting. Lustful. His hands tenderly encircle my throat. He caresses my neck with a thumb. His grip tightens. I feel mine do the same- lower. He surprised me but he's not squeezing to choke, just to- I gasp- my panting's harder, my breath won't quite come, but it's not quite cut off, either. (This is interesting. More like breath play than asphyxiation or choking. This, I might not mind...)

What comes out of me is almost a squeak- but it's followed by a low moan, then his half a second behind, and then what comes out of me is sticky and slow-moving, sort of like we are, now.

We both laugh.

"I... hah! I think I can get some sleep now. You wore me out. Good night."

"Thank you! I'm glad. Have a very good night Sir."

2 am nookie, phone style. Wrapping up 2005 with 2 orgasms in 10 minutes. Happy New Year!

Happy Holidays

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 22:46:00 +0000

Whether you celebrate the Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, or all or none of the above, I hope you have a great holiday season. Smooches.

Mine was spent with my friend and housemate J, my mom, my sis, and my sister's new guy. We had super-fermented egg nog, rum and cokes, ham, rolls that were more like hard tack, butternut squash (which apparently people in Virginia don't eat, poor suckers) and enough potatoes to drown a sailor. We gave up on eating the rolls and instead lobbed them at each others' heads. I love my family. Our extended family was up in New Hampshire so we didn't get to see them this year, but there's always next time. Gods, my stomach is killing me from all the food- we had cheesecake and pumpkin pie for dessert. I picked cheesecake.

My attempts to get Xmas nookie were all shot down, but it's cool. I need to work on my approach and not hassle my liquored up roomie during the holidays (poor guy). I owe him lunch now for trying to take advantage of him like that.

I'll try to be on late tonight if I can swing some privacy, just in case anyone wants to stuff my stocking. Hope you guys all have a great time, wherever you are.

xoxo
katie

It Matches My Butt

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sat, 24 Dec 2005 02:07:00 +0000

Woohoo! Finals are over!

I got a C in Microeconomics, which you're more than welcome to spank me for. This week has been full of late nights, good movies, pizza, and sleeping past noon. Next semester doesn't start back up until January 7th and I'm celebrating on (and off) the phones.

Thanks so much for all the nice comments about the podcast! I'm glad everyone liked it as much as I loved doing it (that was pretty obvious, huh?). Sam was professional and very sexy all at the same time- a combination that makes me think the rumors of him being a contract killer are true.

Now that I'm out of finals-induced hiding, my regulars have pounced on me. Somehow they all found out about the podcast.... Sex blogging is a small world. But they liked it and proceeded to spank me, ravish me, and torture my nipples (respectively) in between chitchatting about finals and wishing each other happy holidays.

(I love my guys. They are so filthy-minded and awesome.)

Somehow I wasn't expecting them to all find out. I don't link to my blog from my listings, so it's sort of up to them to find my blog if they're curious. Now I feel like I'm being watched.

Hmm... that's kind of kinky.

I'm going to take a break, get some hot coffee and chill out on my awesome red couch (it matches my butt!) writing and reading sex blogs in between calls.

Speaking of sex blogs, I finally found a switch and fellow phone sex girl as freaky as me. Her name's Emily, she has a hot kissable babyface, and she's obsessed with assfucking. She's also new to the glorious world of phone hoing... Anyone wanna break her in?

Podnography # 17 - I came, you saw...

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 23:48:00 +0000

Remember that early Christmas/Solstice present I mentioned?

Here it is. Video's not up yet, but it's coming (ha ha).

I'll be on Niteflirt tonight after I listen to the show and after my friends get back with the pizza- my exhibitionistic side would love to know what you thought. Sam's put together a great podcast as always. Enjoy, and happy holidays!

xoxo
Katie

Bloggasm # 13

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Sun, 18 Dec 2005 04:01:00 +0000

The best of the sex(y) blogs, by the bloggers who write them:

A Pregnant Pause (nakedloftparty.com)

Bend Over Boyfriend (sexinga.blogspot.com)

Can You Imagine (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

Do my Wife (sexyshoessexy.blogspot.com)2

Foam and lather (wilfuldamage.blogspot.com)

Full-On Naked Recovery (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Get Your BadAss Gear at JT’s Stockroom (tirepaddle.com)

Idiots with Phones (mimredbeard.com)

In the Dungeon… [Pt. 1] (temptation-unleashed.blogspot.com)

Just say yes (realadultsex.com)

KitKast 1.10 (mskitka.com)

Law to require bathroom for transvestites (sexblo.gs)

Nice big human clinical thermometer (pornster.blogspot.com)

Party (anyonesgirl.blogspot.com)

Podnography #16 - A Video Sex Podcast (sugarbank.com)

Psycho Santa (chaosnoir.blogspot.com)

Remote Control (radicalvixen.com)

Santa’s Naughty List Continued…… (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)

StoryTime: The Layover (secretbrain.blogspot.com)

The Last I’ll Say about the Saugreen Stripper (shaysexcolumn.blogspot.com)

The Perfect Gift (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

The Shower (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

The Violence of Love – The Pleasure of Pain (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

The Violence of Words (seska4lovers.com)

If you want in the next one, make sure to watch SugarBank for Bloggasm # 14 post requests.

But it's My Goddamned Piece of Paper

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 10:01:00 +0000

I'm going to cry, then I'm going to get very angry.

"Stop throwing the Constitution in my face. It’s just a goddamned piece of paper!"

-President Bush

(Beware of pop-ups.)

Thanks to ErosBlog for the link.

International Flavor

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 08:15:00 +0000

As you'd imagine, in the absence of visual cues or physical descriptions I recognize my phone sex guys by their voices- or more specifically their accents. Given that I am and market myself as a former Catholic schoolgirl, it doesn't really surprise me that a lot of the accents I hear are from areas with a lot of plaid skirt wearing schoolgirls. New England and New York show up a lot (no surprise), as does the UK. I've even had a few from Ireland and Australia.

You wouldn't believe how many Mikes and Tonys with Catholic schoolgirl uniform fetishes call me up. It makes me laugh sometimes because they all sound like they could've grown up not too far away from me. I'm afraid one of these days I'll get a call from one of my old classmates (probably one of the Mikes, meaning I'll never recognize him- why the hell is everyone named Mike?) asking me to sit in his lap and play slutty babysitter.

I do get quite a few Southerners calling, but they're usually more interested in hearing the effects of clothespins on my nipples. I'm sure there are plenty of Southern-accented guys with the uniform fetish but for the most part, they haven't found me yet...

I get a big kick out of hearing and identifying different accents. So many of my callers pride themselves on not having a strong accent and get so pissed at me when I ask them what part of New England they're from.

(Sorry, guys. We do things with our vowels that other states can't even fake convincingly. It's an easy accent to drop- can you believe I'm already losing mine?- but if you listen closely you can hear it, usually in the O's. Be happy my ear isn't trained enough to pick you out by state.)

What's really fun is the guys who don't lose their accents when they come (oddly enough some guys do). There are some accents that are now forever associated in my mind with the sound of my name being yelled out, along with a string of dirty pet names. Yeah, that includes the Irish accent. For a week after that first call every time someone said the word Ireland or Irish I started giggling. And I now know that Australians sound really, really interesting when they're coming. Does it add something for me? Hell yeah. I think I'm getting an accent fetish.

I'm starting to wonder about the Left Coasters and the Midwesterners now. Maybe I'll stay up past the asscrack of dawn some night, just out of curiosity. So far the West Coast guys I've phone sexed with haven't had noticeable accents, but most of them have been ass men or have just gone crazy for anal sex. The few Midwesterners I've had (that mentioned where they were calling from- I don't always ask) were spanking lovers, with one exception, and he was from Chicago, and I was in a plaid skirt. Actually I think I got spanked too, so the running theme does hold true.

Is there some kind of fetish variation by region? Maybe. I have no idea. It'd be fun to find out, but really, who has the stamina?

Full-On Naked Recovery

noreply@blogger.com (Katie) — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 02:15:00 +0000

It's 9 am, and I'm awake- but not for classes.* Finals are almost over, and I won't be poor for Christmas (or in my case, Winter Solstice) again this year. I'm back off my feet; thanks to some help from a friend I can enjoy the tight grip of my cunt around my fingers again without feeling depressed or lonely or guilty for being a ravenous sexual beast. All good things.

It's kinda nice to be so content. Now I just need a sadist with morning wood to call and help beat any lingering good Catholic girl guilt out of me...

Phone sex for me lately has been a weird combination of healing and escapism. It always restores me and leaves me feeling energized, but at the same time I feel like I'm moving so far away from the people I know in person, mentally. My roomies' friends will be watching TV and make some comment about dumb strippers, and I'll be flat-out puzzled because I know, read, or know of so many clever, wise, kind stripper writers. I'm having almost as hard a time understanding girls who just hook up with complete, random strangers for free when they could both be pickier and get paid. I used to understand the thrill of anonymous casual sex but now I'm getting that fantasy fulfilled on an advertising budget, in a way that pays for next semester's textbooks, gives me something to smile about, and keeps me in shrimp dinners.

I kind of feel like I'm missing something out there in the "real world" that involves minimum wage and meetings but then I remember how much I like the charged, staticky feeling you get from living on the boundaries. The reasons I have for doing what I do change from day to day but when I think of reasons not to do sex work any more, all I can come up with are three things: legal/political climate, "What will people think?", and having my future options limited/having my ass depreciate, although that last isn't necessarily a problem in phone sex. I could always start using cartoon pinups and another name, if my voice holds out. The truth is to be really acceptable under the first two points I'd have to get turned off of women, stop being kinky, definitely stop being so liberal, and convert to Christianity. Changing jobs won't be enough.

*[Posted this entry at night- you're not going crazy.]