We will call him Cabernet

I have had a few calls now with Cabernet.  I have to say I have really enjoyed them simply because he loves role play.  Has a fresh outlook on enjoying himself.  He is a self proclaimed voyeur and nudist.  He loves to have a few drinks and let his mind wander.  Our latest delicious retreat was after a bottle of Cabernet.  His favorite I think.  He and his wife live next door.  We are all friends and he comes over to help me with "manly" things since my boyfriend is away from home so often.  He is much older than I am and kind of like a father figure.  A naughty daddy figure.  I find him peeking at me when I sunbath.  I catch him, wink and he blushes and quickly looks for his wife.  I think someone is getting neglected.  So I ask him to come take a look at my air conditioner.  I need to cool off anyway and put my bathing suit top back on.  He tinkers around with my window unit that blows into my bedroom.  I don't think he really knows what is wrong with it.  But I take the opportunity to tease him more.  I throw my top on the bed and slowly rub my tits in my bedroom mirror.  "Ummm is it blowing cold now????"  I slip my hand into my panties...watching him watch me.  He gulps.  "I think you may need to look at it from in here"  He comes into the house and I quickly pull my bathing suit bottoms off.  Just him watching me rub myself has me hot.  I haven't been fucked all week and I am needing it.  He comes into my room, damp with sweat from the heat.  He steps in front of the air conditioner and feels the instant cold.  He chuckles.  He turns and I grab ahold of his cock and press myself against him.  "Seems we both have a need."  He reaches for me and I swiftly release his cock from his sweaty jeans.  The air conditioning may have been blowing but we were both dripping wet and ready to fuck..................and we did.  To this day it is our little secret.  But he knows "can you look at my air conditioner?" is a very open ended question.  wink

Heaven

Come find me and let me help you find your way into a sweet and naughty orgasm!!!!

Short Dick Blog Whore.....

This boi actually told me he has a 4 to 5 in weenise, now that's hard. Of course, I'm laughing, thinking this poor boi, it's so small he can't be sure if it's hard or not. Now, this is the kicker, he actually said he was going to "fuck me with it"!!!
LMAO, yea, fuck me, right, you wish, why would I even bother opening my legs up for that? It would be like being fucked by a clit, well, actually, thinking back on last night with my girlfriend, I take that back...hehe.
So, of course, when I tell him NO, he is surprised, lol, messed his world up! Poor thing, couldn't get what he wanted. Awww!
Now, here's the deal, he is nothing but a blog whore and sends out the same pics to girls thinking his little Camel Toe is all that and a bag of chips, well, you know me, I refused that pic and asked for something a bit better.
See, if he is SO proud of his little q-tip, then I want a picture of it. Make sure the zoom is set to like 500 so it can be seen lol.*sigh* those poor short dick boi's, nothing like a little, and I mean LITTLE entertainment on Hump Day!

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Will you be my Valentine?

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My New Toy "J"

Well I have had a few calls with "J". The first day we met I could tell we would hit it off. I asked him had he ever done phonesex before? "All the time." A pro so to speak. I find that when guys are experienced at having phonesex they allow their minds to wander and imagine more. Let the thrill of the experience really get them. "J" and I both got so horny, we even did a second call later that same day. We chat online and he reads my blog. That is where he got the idea for the call today. Impregnation. I was a sweet little girl that had lied to Daddy. Telling him I had to go to the library. Only I wasn't at the library. I was at the drive in. Unbeknownst to "J" I was looking for trouble. I lured him to my car and invited him into the backseat. Where he ripped off my cotton panties and pounded me - harder, deeper and rough. Snatching my buttons off my blouse to bite on my nipples. Oh it felt so good, but I begged him not to cum in me. I heard him get more forceful...pulling away at his cock. Telling me he was filling me with his sperm. I clenched his ass to me and felt it pulse its way deeper into me. Then he threw open the backdoor of Daddys car and walked away. Leaving me soaked in his cum. Ahhh "J" I look forward to you picking another fantasy from my list of Types of Calls.

Your Loving Nasty Angel,
Heaven

Chrissy My Sexy Slut

Chrissy found me on Craig's List and called me up about a month ago. Well, in the beginning, he was pretty much normal, but with a little coexing from me, I soon discovered he was a hot sexy whore who loved nothing more then being as sexy, as slutty as he could for me.
I have to admit, he sounds pretty hot.
Every time he calls, he has to descibe to me what he's wearing...head to toe...
Usually it's a long wig, bright red lipstick, a C cup bra, some sort of sexy nightie, sexy thongs, so far the thongs have been pink or black ( think he had white once), stockings, and some hot pumps. Like I said, he dresses to the nines!!
He first started off with a little vibrator, then next thing I know he calls up, excited as the day is long, cause he had just bought a new toy...a thick, cum shooting dildo!! Now, I've worked with those things before, and they are a lot of fun. Some have a release valve, some have a plunger, his had a release valve, and hot damn, it released, lol. See, when I use them on my personal playmates, I like the plunger, cause I can control what they get, and how and where they get it. But, the plunger isn't as, shall we say, blasty, as the valve...lol.
Yup, you guessed it, his ass cherry got popped, and got popped good!!
My god, he was creaming, and I could hear him moving and wiggling, and that was when it got pushed in, now when the valve was released, mmmm, hearing him scream my name and beg for more got my lips throbbing to be on the other end of that dildo and watching his sexy slutty ass take it like a good cock whore should. Chrissy is hot as hell on the phone, and I love popping that bung hole and making it my own!
Now, hehe, he has started thinking about his "buddy"....oh yes, this shall be continued!

Just Some Christmas Humor from Heaven

Things you can only say at Christmas

1. Hey babe, when was the last time you did it in a sleigh?

2. I've got something special in the sack for you!

3. Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip?

4. I know when you've been bad or good - so let’s skip the
small talk!

5. Some of my best toys run on batteries... (wink, wink)

6. I see you when you're sleeping - and you don't wear any
underwear, do you?

7. Screw the "nice" list--I`ve got you on my "naughty" list!

8. Just because I've got bells on my shoes doesn't mean I'm
a sissy.

9. I can get you off the naughty list.

10. Ho, ho, ho.




Special Holiday Fruitcake Recipe

Ingredients
1 cup unsalted butter; softened
3/4 cup all purpose flour
1 cup granulated sugar
2 cups of dried fruit
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 cup lukewarm water
4 large eggs
1 tsp lemon juice
1 tsp baking soda
1 750 ml bottle dark rum
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup chopped walnuts

Directions
Sample the rum to check for quality. Take a large bowl and add
butter. Check the rum again.
To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
Repeat.
Turn on the electric mixer, beat butter and sugar together in a large
fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of salt and beat again.
Make sure the rum is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer.
Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried
fruit. Mix on the turner.
If the fried fruit gets stuck in the beater pry it loose with a
screwdriver.
Sample the rum to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt.
Or something. Who cares?
Check the rum again. Now sift the lemon juice. Add one table.
Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find. Grease the
oven.
Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat the turner.
Throw the bowl out the window, check the rum again and go to bed.