I love discussing how a cuckold might serve me and my lover(s) on the phone.  Explaining in great detail how my former partners have taken up this role for the mutual gratification of both our sexual needs ALWAYS brings a smile to my face.  Of course, explaining to my phone partner exactly why he could never satisfy me … humiliating him for his inability to perform … is sort of like the icing on the cupcake for me.  Humiliation is something I’m very very good at, as anyone who has ever been at the receiving end of my wit can attest.

On another note, I happened to answer the phone the other day and had one of my best friends on the line, asking for her husband (his name is, coincidentally Ryan as well).  We joked about what he’d be doing here at my house but it got me thinking … what would happen if a wife were to accidentally call the wrong number while trying to seduce her lover?  What if she called her cuckolded husband by mistake and he was listening in as she pleasured herself?  And what would she say when she realized her error?

This was the inspiration for my new audio, available at our free adult podcast site.  Go have a listen … and tell me what YOUR response would be to hearing a MILF masturbating.

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Sharing these ideas with your phone sex Mistress allows both of you to slip into the fantasy and explore the boundaries of what feels good … perhaps your fantasy is to watch your wife with another man, waiting for the moment she beckons you to lap at the sticky fresh cream pie he’s just deposited in her quim?  A phone artist can visualize that fantasy and make it into something memorable with you … guiding you to your knees before them as they fuck in your wedding bed.  Or are you more of an exhibitionist … imagining what it would be like to be caught jerking off in the office by that incredibly hot new boss?  She can order you to her desk so you might perform just for her, after hours.  Do you imagine looking up at her, hearing her laugh as you dribble onto the blotter?

Roleplay is a safe enjoyable way to explore what turns you on.  Whether you choose to explore it with a phone entertainer or with your partner, you can assume any role and do anything that you have ever thought of … from superheroes to strapons.

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I awoke yesterday morning to a dusting of snow that just looked so pretty I couldn’t resist snapping a picture of it from my office window.  So typical of classic New England charm, this is what my neighborhood looks like when the tiny flakes of snow all come together to blanket our homes and gardens.  Which, of course, begs the question … if tiny flakes look this good all bundled together, what about small penises?  If we gather all the small penis losers together, do they come together to make one beautiful cock?  Or would we just be standing around, laughing at a bunch of little dick morons?  (I really hate to think of the mental image that just cropped up into my head, thinking of a bunch of lily-white men with unfortunate blessings standing around naked in a room, trying to make one good looking dick).  Carrying the theme, if we put all the cuckolds together in one bundle, would they measure up to a bull’s girth or would they continue to fail to satisfy anyone with their ability and aptitude?  The questions are almost too much to ponder in one evening.

So instead, I shall look out the window at the evening stars as they glisten and glimmer in the snow blanketing my neighborhood and have a cup of fresh coffee, preparing to spend the evening doing things that would make even the dirtiest of snow appear pure.

Ciao,

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Today, I went to see “The Wolfman” starring Benicio del Toro and Emily Blunt.  The movie itself is ultimately forgettable, with jerky storyline jumps and under-developed characters, but it does have a few moments which reach out and scare the death out of you in pure shock value.  Unfortunately, as much as it pains me to say this, I fear Sir Anthony Hopkins has passed his prime and has become much like an old, broken down shell of his former self.  His screen presence does nothing for any of the scenes he’s presented in and the half-hearted delivery of his lines is awkward at best.  It was his casting in the movie which caused me to ponder the types of men in the world … and to ask where you fall in the schematic.  I’ve decided, after much thinking, there are 4 types of men:

1. The Alpha Male – Strong, self-assured and bold, this is the kind of man who expects obedience from everyone around him.  Business or personal don’t factor into how he responds or reacts to the people in his life, it’s very cut and dry.  In terms of kink, men who fall into this category are sometimes sexual exhibitionists and love the idea of someone watching them stroke on cam.
2. The Once Powerful Male – An aging version of the Alpha Male, he still maintains his power but has relinquished some of the status afforded a man who has “Succeeded”.  His once fierce personality is tempered by the wisdom of age but he’s still got the bite of a lion when provoked.
3. The Pleaser  – He wants to make everyone around him happy.  He’ll do whatever is necessary in order to make sure those around him are impressed by his talents and praise him for them.  Cuckolds generally fall into this category, knowing their own inability to perform must be compensated for in some way.
4. The Wimp – This is the lowest man on the totem pole.  A true slave to those above him, his existence is validated through the approval of his Mistress.  He is forgettable and is terrified to realize it, but will readily do whatever he is instructed in order to “prove” himself.

So which are you?  Where do you fall in the grand layout of men and women?  I’d be interested to find out where everyone considers themselves.

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Yesterday morning was crazy busy with getting everything ready to go on a day trip down to our offices in Massachusetts.  Taking the Commuter Rail is so much easier than driving into the city and I know I saved time (parking is a bitch in Boston on a normal day, let alone a snow emergency).  The trains ran on time and by the time I got down to the office, there was just the hint of snow in the air.  All over the news, people are talking about how terrible the storm is going to be and they are interviewing people who remember the Blizzard of ’78 (yes, it must be capitalized because it’s a Major Event …. think of the way the Father from the movie “A Christmas Story” spoke of his “Major Award”, the leg lamp … same mentality applies).  Everyone is in a panic, talking about how people are going to get stuck in it … people are going to lose power, it’s going to be tossing us back to the dark ages.  I admit I was slightly concerned that I wouldn’t be able to get back home in the later afternoon but thought I might stand a chance earlier in the day.  So, I took care of what needed doing and headed back North.

By the time I reach South Station, it was a wet “wintery mix” falling.  I was never so happy to see the car service waiting for me with a nicely warmed interior.  The driver helped me into the car, handed me my coffee (he knows exactly how I like to drink it) and off we went to the house.  I began noticing the roads weren’t that bad, not many people on the streets but, one never knows … that can change in a heartbeat on Boston streets.  Of course, by the time we reach my house in Salem, I realize that it’s not taken us long at all and the roads aren’t really that bad.  The newscasters are now saying the storm will hit during “rush hour”.  OK, so I missed it … that’s perfect.  Bobby helped me out of the car and walked me to the door, confirming the need for him to return on Friday and I stepped inside.  I watched the snow starting to come down off and on through the night.  I stopped listening to the newscasters so I could work some and take a few phone sex calls while watching the white stuff cum down.  Like most women, I was waiting for the big load to hit … I kept checking to see when the “blizzard-like conditions” would begin.   I waited all night and, it is now 6:55am on February 11, 2010 and I’m staring out the window at … what … SIX inches of snow?  I had been promised a fuckin Nor’Easter damnit … I went shopping to prepare for a Nor’Easter … now what the hell am I supposed to do with 5 peanut butter jugs, 24 safety candles, 2 packages of D cell batteries, 2 9-volt batteries and enough AA cells to power the Citgo sign for a week.

The moral of this story is that I think I got snowed by Channel 7 Weather Team.  I feel like a wife on her wedding night …. she’s looked forward to this day for her entire life and she gets into bed, rolls over to her new husband, the man she loves and adores and wants to spend the rest of her life with …. only to find that he’s hung like a gnat.  She expected Ty Lattimore and got Bud Melman.  I exepected a Nor’Easter and I got SIX inches of snow.

So I got snowed … once again the meteorologists tricked me and pulled a snow job on me.  Perhaps next time, I’ll prepare one for them?  I mean … I have all the tools for some really nice CBT … all that’s missing is the 6′ high snowmound for them to experience a true New England Fucking.

Not only was L fantasizing about his wife cheating on him with another man … he was in love with the idea of my being his wife’s Pimptress.  He came home to discover yours truly lounging in the living room, enjoying a nice merlot and waiting to pounce with the truth about what I’d been doing with his wife.  At first, I tried being gentle (stop laughing … it IS possible for me to be a sensual Femdom) and only confessing that I’d been the one to seduce his wife into a sapphic affair.  He seemed to be understanding of this at first … What man wouldn’t be intrigued by the idea of his wife being naked and willing beneath the minstrations of a talented and well-hung lesbian (have you seen how long my fingers are, darlings?  I bet they are bigger than your dick!)  He drifted off mentally, imagining I’m sure all manner of lesbian sexual encounters that would be his for the viewing … and that’s when I dropped the bombshell on him.  I told him about Darth

Now … most of you know Darth (perhaps not on an intimate level, but rather like a work acquaintance … you’d recognize each other in the halls but wouldn’t necessarily be having lunch every day) … and you know how much I love to use him on men and women alike.  Well, once I informed L that I’d been routinely fucking his wife with Darth and that she’d discovered an affinity for BBC … well, let’s just say I watched the light go out in his eyes.  Suddenly L was thinking of his own short-comings in the bedroom … but this wasn’t enough for me.  No, I wanted to really break his spirit and so I told him about some of the other filthy, nasty things I’d made his wife do … I told him all about how I’d arranged for all the college boys from the local frat house to come over and use his wife like a pump … how every man for 50 miles had probably fucked his wife up against every wall, street corner and restaurant dumpster he walked past on his way to work every day.  I watched as he cringed (even as that small penis in his pants tried to get bigger) when I told him all about the website I’d set up for his wife’s sexual exploits to be broadcast across the internet.

This wasn’t all I had in store for poor L … but you’ll just have to wait to hear about how the other shoe dropped … Or you can call me and I can tell you all about his humiliating experience as a whore’s cuckold.

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Wait .. my WHAT?!?!

You sit upright, shocked out of your own fantasy and take a quick look over at your wife … guiltily wondering if she can read your mind.  The heat flushes your face as you realize you’re day-dreaming about watching your lily white wife wrap those long, powerful legs of hers around another man’s waist while he pounds her into the mattress of your wedding bed.  A light sweat breaks out on your skin as you think of the expression on her face when she looks at you when he fills her to the breaking point with his thick, sweet cream.  Which brings us to the best part of a cuckold Christmas …

When he’s done filling her to the brim and you can see how that cream drips down the lip of her cunt … that’s when it’s time for everyone’s favourite Christmas treat … Leftovers!  It’s time for you to get your fill of another man’s cum straight from your wife’s used pussy.

Swallowing hard, you sneak another look at your wife … is she looking at you oddly?  Why does she keep looking at the window?  Certainly she isn’t expecting anyone … it’s barely after Christmas and all of your friends are still out of town with their families … aren’t they?

Then who is ringing the doorbell?

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Well no … perhaps I should explain a bit more clearly.  I wondered if there is such a thing as a reverse cuckold?  Statistically speaking, there has to be someone out there … a black man, with a skinny black dick that no woman in the world would want to suffer through … perhaps even smaller than the white man she left at home to FIND a big, black cock.  How humiliating is it to know that the myth of being a Black Man can be so irrevocably … hysterically … WRONG?  I can almost see the expression on the woman’s face when she triumphantly brings her Bull home to her sissified husband, only to find what’s hanging between his legs is even smaller and more pathetic than the volcanic pimple in her husband’s panties.  Either of them would be lucky to escape with just a thorough tongue thrashing … How would this little black pecker manage to find his Nubian Goddess?  To satisfy her the way a woman of her stature and position deserves?  Is there such a thing as the WWC?  A Wide White Cock that is designed just for the women who find themselves at the mercy of some cruel twist of fate that left their big, black bull more like a limp piece of licorice?

Personally I’ve never had to deal with anything like that situation … all of my big, black bulls have come into my bed with more than enough to satisfy me … and I’ve never had to seek out the mythical WWC.

So think of me, darlings … while I’m getting pounded by the powder this weekend instead of the black cock I deserve!

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