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Your Princess loves to relax and talk on the phone with you losers. Phone sex is so much fun with a little loser like you on the phone with me making my laugh and feel so comfy after a long hard day at work and shopping. This post isn’t about that though, its about one little specific maggot who happens to tickle my fancy on the phone.

Rich is a player of sorts; retired, wealthy, and has a few girlfriends. A guy that you loser would drool to be right? WRONG! Talk about erectile problems, his ex-wife teased him so much before he got any (if she gave him any) that now women are of no interest to him unless he gets an hour of foreplay! This woman is a God sent and my new idol! He complains of his girls that just stay lay there and await the horrible act that is about to happen to be over, to which he can’t get it up to. Only a Princess like me can tease him to the point of hell and then deny him is orgasm and satisfy him. What a loser! But he is amusing, smart and funny.

I failed to mention the best part of Rich, his wife. Yes I mentioned her in passing (that is his ex wife), but I neglected to talk of her amazing beauty for she was Play Boy Bunny. No not a centerfold but a waitress at the famous Chicago club. There she met other men of high quality that threw cash at her for being so pretty. Well Rich’s fear was that his wife of the time would leave him or cheat on him; and I assured him that many a night she ate out her creame pie from another man. All that cream in his mouth was not her being wet and her pussy throbbing was do to the sex she just had, and there he was having nothing but cream in his mouth.

Yep Rich is truly a fun one!

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A recent real life cuckold of mine introduced his wife to me. For a long time he has talked about this moment, where he would finally tell his wife that he found some one to fill his twisted desire. See she knew of his perversion of wanting to watch as a pretty lady is fucked by a real man just inches from where he sits, tiny little clitty hard and longing to stroke if even the head, only his mistress has not given him permission. So there he sits until its creme pie time, to which he must suck out all the cum that has invaded her pink hot lips.

I have been living out this scene on his dime for months now, going to clubs together and picking out hot guys to bring home and have him watch me get fucked. He would buy men my outfits and shoes and makeup in compensation; huge lavish spending sprees to prepare for our night of fun. The only thing was his wife never knew and last night we all sat down and talked about it. The odd thing was she was fine with it, while she wouldn’t do it her self she had no issue with him continuing to go on said ventures with me.

The whole night though, I sat there looking at how beautiful she was; her long lean body, full bodied brunette hair, piercing green eyes and graceful movements. It was so hot listening to her rhythmic soft voice, I could feel myself getting wet thinking about her with each moment. It was half way through our erotic conversation that I felt her hot hand slip under the table and onto my thigh, I lifted my head slightly to meet her eyes, screaming for play time. How could I have resisted. I surrendered to her and got up and asked if we could retire to their humble abode, only to be met but an affirmative response and an urgent one.

When we got there, me and Karen (my cuckolds name) started to passionately kiss while pressing our tits and stomachs hard against each other. There my little cuckold sat watching his wife and I go at it, hand on his outer pant and sweating.

At the end he ate us both out as we lit our cigarettes. To tell the truth his wife is a better fuck then he could ever be and she gives better head!

Men are so lost when it comes to women that I have decided to create this hint into female’s subtle hints: Panties. Now this guide is based on those lucky enough to see the panties a girl is wearing not the losers that just surmise and dream! This is also based on what is in my underwear drawer and my opinion.

Lets start with the ugly : Grannie Panties

HELL and NO, I will not even pick up a pair in a panty store I would rather go commando!

The only suitable full backed panty I can think of would be a bikini cut, they sit nice on the hip and don’t ride up my ass crack to much. I wear these when out with friends and not planning on scoring. They are my good girl panties, If you catch a glimpse of them know that I don’t view you as a person I care to fuck! I run around my house in these with a simple white tee shirt.

Next is a pair of boy shorts.

Now some would say these are a step down but I view them as a step up. Yes I run around my house with theses but they are my sporty panties. When I go play sports to impress a future stub and want to be sexy, or an impromptu swimming party, they make VERY cute bottoms in the water. These mean you have a nice chance to scoring but make sure to bring the alcohol, for your self cause I want some drinking games!

On to string bikini

These mean I want a little play time with minimal foreplay. You have to be careful of these, for at first glance while the jeans are on they may look like a thong with the strings slightly showing or bikini’s from the back. To figure out more check the panty line when I go to the ladies room, I mean your eyes are already on my butt might as well figure out what mood I am in.

Brazilian Cut of any kind

These panties show my ass off perfectly, ass my checks gush out the bottom seams. These mean I am ready for a day of adventure and trying some thing new. On days that I wear theses I will be going to new clubs, picking up new studs and trying new toys out. The catch to all this merriment is you will not know what I am wearing till I take them off!

Thongs

The beauty of these is that its fun for my studs and cuckolds alike. It means I want a little subbie to watch as my big butt gets blasted out by a huge hung slong! I want my subbie to watch as a stud shows me what a real man is like, then to have my creme pie eaten from my freshly fucked pussy!

G Strings

Every woman has a stripper in them waiting to bust out. These mean I want some nice tease and denial times going on. I want to make you think that you are going to get some due to my slutty under garments but in reality all I want is your cash because you got to touch and look at my ass!

Crotchless of any kind

Eat the pussy bitch, I want you to give me endless pleasure for hours. I want to squirt in your face and for you to eat my lady cum and sally forth to more cum! Ask me if your going to get any, the answer is hell NO, tonight/day is all about me and my needs.

Commando

Its laundry day or I just got fucked and if I didn’t fuck you well then go ahead and stare casue YOU are getting less than nothing!

Everyone has a Gemini that lies within their core, it beats back and forth in a constant war that only ends when either of the sides are completely satisfied. This is the situation that has me in a deep query of myself. Growing up, I have been mousy and quiet, reserved and refined; yet, holding a silent power within me. It was through my mute manner that I obtained everything a girl could want. Since I hardly uttered a word, what I said held weight and everyone listened; and ultimately trapped into my web of wanton needs. They felt honored that I choose to break my vow of silence for them and that they had to appease me in order to show respect for such a grand gift that I have given. It was only a trifle for me, a few words and poof in my lap was the object of my desire, truly it is no wonder why or how I became so dominant and spoiled as I am.

Yet inside there is a inner dragon that is about to burst. She slithers when ever a cute guy crosses my path, we sway in tandem as our eyes cross over a hard cock waiting for our taking. The outer layer, the dominant diva, says NO, make him wait. Simmer his fire so that you can be sure he truly wants you! Peak his desire then take it away, be crafty and own his mind, body and soul. This isn’t so easy , so simple as it sounds. No longer does simple silence work; no now I need to use my feminine wilds and tongue of malice to put a stud or sissy in his proper place. I tease them to the point of crying, then I back down and watch the tears flow as they begin see that NO, they will no be able to get anything out of me; then I begin to tease again.

That dragon is still there though, screaming and writhing for me to ride that hot stud cock rather than tease him in agony. She wants me to pump my self upon him while be belts out my name on the top of his lungs, longing to cum but wanting the pleasure of heaven continue, for he has never had a ride like this. She wants me to show him what a real orgasm is, while our bodies ride together in a cosmic storm of passion and rhythm of thunder.

It is hard to curb that dragonian urge, but suppress I must, for I can not show that I want it as much as he does. I must remain with the reigns in my hand, for submissive is not one of the goals that even the dragon has, though she rides that thin wire. The tiger and dragon will never be tamed but have different wishes and wants; its the balance that is hard to keep but this woman can manage.

My only question, what is your inner Gemini, and how can you tame it?

Anthony is one of the most elusive men in my life, and I sometimes think that is why I am so attracted to him. He goes for months at a time on cross country bicycle rides across 5 to 6 states at a time, only to show up at my place at the oddest times and ask for a smoke and a bed to sleep in. Usually I’m so frazzled by his smell and being so hurriedly awaken that I stutter out a yes while he slumps past me to lie down his heavy laden back pack. His longish brown hair clings to his face, usually damp with sweat and musk; yet, it looks so rugged and sexy that the overpowering smell doesn’t cause me to spin into a womanly tirade.

I then leave him on the couch for the night while I go cuddle in the comforts of my own bed; away from the lingering scent of old dirt roads and cheap hotels. I, instead, awake 3 hours later to the scent of burnt toast and runny scrambled eggs and overflowing ash trays. He is in the bath room this time, trying to mask the aroma of a wonderer. His heart may be with me, but his body craves the feel of pavement under his paws. This I respect, for I too hate the feeling of being tied down. I too need to break free of what is expected of me and tradition, only I don’t need to travel from place to place as the wind blows to achieve this. I choose to be sexually liberated and free from the rules that bind us socially. It is this that I wish to pass to Anthony, the feeling of true liberty. This is where I hatched my plot.

I sent one of my live in subbies to the kitchen to clean up the cowboy breakfast that Anthony attempted and neglected. Then I had him fetch Anthony some nice clothes from his own closet, for I was to show Anthony the time of a wild man’s life. When Anthony got cleaned up and dressed, my loyal subbie relayed my order that he meet me in my car downstairs, which he quickly obeyed with haste. Down the pewter stairs he trotted till he reached the passenger door. He asked where were we off to, but I remained silent. I went over mantras in my head and focused solely on the road and the task at hand. A heavy storm rolled over the Texas sky but nothing as fearsome as the hurricane in my eyes. I rushed like a mad woman till we were in the depths of a mesquite forest. Anthony’s eyes beat back and forth trying to gain his bearing but truth be told, I barely knew where we were.

It was here that I felt was right. I turned off the car and got out and headed deep into the forest till we could see no sight of the car or road. We playfully embraced and kissed while holding each other and our breathe quickening. Anthony’s 8 inches grew stiff under his blue jeans and I dug deep to release it. It was there in the thick of the woods that Anthony became my stud, barralling deep into the depths of my pussy and ass, making me shout his name to all of God’s creation, only no one could hear us.

By the time it was all over; leafs, moss, dirt and bramble covered our bodies like Adam and Eve. That sex in the rain, in the forest, was so invigorating that we left our tattered clothes on the ground and went back home, walking naked in the middle of broad; but cloudy, daylight for all to see.

Anthony of course left days later, but he returned quicker than usual this time. I think this past time I really opened his eyes!

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Recently I have had a string of what I like to refer to as cock block calls. These are phone sex calls in which one guy calls me and a loser that has been waiting around to call gets cut off because right as he hits the enter button, I go to busy. I hardly ever have a short call, so this moron sits on his ass with a raging hard on in which he is not allowed to touch until his Princess says that he is allowed. Thirty minutes roll by and there he sits, looking at the computer screen and refreshing every minute to see if my call has ended; this continues till an hour, at which point he emails me begging me to allow him to call. His pathetic attempts only warrants more waiting, for the Princess Vicki only likes piggies that are patient. There he sits, needed to release but knowing that he must wait. Soon he wises up and realizes what I want, he sends me $50 tribute on Nite Flirt, but to no avail, for I don’t leave one piggie for another. So await he does some more, but knowing at least I will be in a better mood to let him get away with more since he sent me the money he knew deep down that I deserve. My little financial piggie he is, and still he waits

Then the moment happens, my call button goes AVAILABLE! Joy surges through his body as he reaches for his mouse so he can connect to me, but the poor sap is too late once again for I was snapped up by a seemingly luckier loser. He now resorts to purchasing my picture packs and reading his Princess’s blog; once again failing to fill his Princess Vicki craving. So he sits back down and goes to my wish list, and sends me some naughty panties I have been wanting (thanks) and the violin bow that I have been looking forward to. He is determined now, so he clicks on arrange a call, this ensures his place in line to talk to me, but only to find he is third in line. This depressing thought almost makes him cry, but at least he can be calm in the fact that his sissy wanking ass will be able to talk to me today, unless I log out. So he shoots me a pm on yahoo messenger to say Hi Princess, please don’t log out till I talk to you. This is quickly erased for I can not be bothered with sissies while I chat to my sugar daddy.

The other two calls end and finally he is allowed to talk to his favorite femme domme. I dominate him and humiliate him within an inch of his life and he loves every second of me making funny of his sorry ass. He gets his fix for the night and goes to bed; only to be awake with morning wood and a zest to chat with me again, only I am on the phone with another caller. His poor life revolves around me and well, I don’t give a shit!

I have this new sugar daddy, who is very sensual and has brought some very good points to my attention; other than the fact that Wickett is a cute little Star Wars creature. He mentioned something off handedly about how sexy stockings and socks can be on a woman. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to meander around my oyster in a nice set or nylons or long thigh high silk socks and a garter belt, making men wonder what is truly under that oh so tiny but not to flashy skirt; but honestly I never realized how intoxicating my legs can be when used in the right context! Simply wearing a short skirt and heels with nylons is not enough, their must be some flair to the ensemble. By wearing a nice pair of thigh high nylons that are a nice flesh matching color and a black seam in the back, when I walk away I am the center of attention as my legs glide and my heels click softly on the floor; while eyes remain glued to the back of my thick, meaty and toned back side. For a brief moment of pause, I stop and bend slightly over to inspect my shoes and assure myself that I did not in fact step in something foul; this moment allows you yet another joy to add to your life that once again came from me! This joy is seeing the now peaking black lace ends of my panty house and the thin black rhinestone encrusted beginnings of my garter belt. Your mind riles with the excitement that one inch separates you from a view of the thong I have underneath; only you don’t know its a thong, you have no clue what it is which is the most enticing part of it all!

If a nylons doesn’t suit the day’s docket, then I love really long socks that end half way above the knee. The kind with nice soft colors and cotton that fit snug to the skin. When worn with a nice close toe small platform heel that lifts the ass just a little and makes it rounded and plump. Guys stare at these socks, wanting to touch and get as close to them as my flesh is. When you rub your leg against their nice warm facial skin, they feel the fluffy contours of the fine material pressing against them, then the inner warmth that my body streams out. You can watch as their eyes close slowly and these sad pathetic bastards drink in the smell of my body lotion and the freshly laundered socks. They absorb the smoothness of the sock flush with their forehead and their cock gets hard feeling the sock run across their face. When I take my leg of their face I get up and walk away; my skirt swaying back and forth as their eyes open quickly with the deep sensation of loss, as my silhouette disappears behind the doors and you realize your cock is reaching for what it will once more never touch!