Not Safe For Prudes
***re-post from www.TonyaJoneMiller.com***
It has been a while since I've written about my phone sex calls in detail, mostly because I figure anyone who reads this already knows firsthand what they're like. Lol. I also got tired of feeling obligated to write about each one. It started to feel repetitive, because it is indiscreet to get overly specific sometimes, so I limited myself to the same phrases and euphemisms. The calls are never boring, but rehashing them can be. In addition, I think in my haste to prove there is more to me than phone sex, I lost sight of the fact that sexual fantasy and phone sex is a huge part of who I am. And I miss writing about it...
So as opposed to resuming shout-outs, I think I'll simply share my personal fantasies every once in a while. Seeing as how my own sexual proclivities often influence my phone sex calls, I think this will be a nice compromise...
***A DISCLAIMER*** What follows is FANTASY. Last I heard, imagining something in one's head without intent to act was still legal. I do NOT condone criminal behavior, especially that which causes pain to innocents. In my fantasies, the victim is often ME. In real life, if anyone tried to do anything to me against my will, they had better be prepared to lose at least a testicle. In real life, I stand up to bullies. But in my fantasies, anything goes. And any psychologist can tell you that some of the most taboo fantasies (rape, incest, etc.) are surprisingly common. Please stop reading now if you are easily offended.
A MASKED MAN
I should have noticed the window was open too far, but it doesn't register until a split second too late. I am tired and more than a little tipsy from the wine at dinner. And I remember leaving it open for the cats. But it isn't until I walk back in from the bathroom, that I notice the torn screen. I shiver and pull my robe tighter.
"KitKat! Tigger!" I call, leaning out to pull the window closed quickly. As my voice dies out, I hear a rustling near their food dish in the kitchen. "Oh you silly kittens, you scared me half to death!"
Stepping into the darkened hallway, I feel the gloved hand slide over my mouth as a strong leg sweeps mine from beneath me. Falling to my knees, he is above me in an instant, a dark masked figure silhouetted in the low glow from the bedroom. A blade glints at my cheek and I freeze on my hands and knees.
"I don't want to have to use this. But I will. Do you understand?" His voice is low and smooth and betrays not a speck of hesitation. I nod slowly, still holding my breath. The glove slowly slides from my mouth to my throat. "Now we're going back into the bedroom, and you're going to take that pretty little robe off for me."
I start to get to my feet but his hand immediately tightens around my neck. "Ah ah ah. Crawl. Mmmm yes. Very good. Nice ass. I'm going to enjoy fucking it." I shudder at the nonchalant way he says it but don't dare turn around. In the middle of the bedroom, he orders me to stand.
My legs tremble. "Take it off." The tip of the knife is at my nipple, barely covered by the light silk. "Take. It. OFF." I slip the robe from my shoulders. "Panties too." My eyes flutter closed as I push my thumbs under the wasteband, easing the lace boyshorts down my thighs. I can feel him moving behind me, his rough hands grasping my ass cheeks.
"Oh yeah. I am going to enjoy this. On the fucking bed!" He pushes me roughly onto my back, grabbing my arm and twisting me around until my head hangs off the bed. In an instant, his cock is out, hard and pulsing next to my face. Flat edge of the knife on one cheek, his dick smacking against the other.
"You're going to be a good girl for me and suck it nice, aren't you?" His cock smacks harder against my jaw. "AREN'T YOU?!" I nod, opening my mouth. He feeds it in slowly at first, then faster, pushing past my gag reflex. My eyes begin to water and drool runs down my cheeks, pooling in my hair and dripping onto the floor.
"That's it. Suck it good. Get it nice and wet or you'll be sorry." After a few more thrusts into my throat, he flips me over and grabs my ankles, pulling me to the end of the bed. Using one hand to flatten my lower back, he kicks my legs apart. I can feel his cock pushing through my ass cheeks. I moan at the friction.
"Hey I'm a nice guy, I'll even get your ass wet!" He laughs almost maniacally as he spits loogie after loogie on my butt crack. I feel his dick against my sphincter and that tight ring of pain as he shoves in. My scream is muffled by the blanket but apparently not enough.
"Quiet you little fucking bitch and take it!" He shoves roughly balls deep so he can reach the back of my head, holding it deeper in the covers. I bite down on a mouthful of pillow as the assault on my ass continues. It feels like he is ripping me open. "Mmm now that's a nice fucking tight ass. Hell YEAH!" His body stiffens up and I feel a warm spray stinging the inside of my anal canal.
To my horror, his cock does not subside nor does he withdraw from my aching ass. I feel him reach under the bed and hear the unmistakable sound of my vibrator. "Bitch didn't think I knew what a horny cunt you are, huh? Look what I found in your drawer." The buzzing shaft of the vibe rubs up against my clit, and I can't help bucking against it.
"Oh yeah you like that, don't you? Makes your ass tighten right up." He turns it up to high and slides it into my pussy. "MMM fuck yesssss that is one good little cunt. Going to make your butt milk my dick!" As he fucks me with the vibe, he starts to stroke into my rear again. I don't even feel the pain, the sensations are so overwhelming. "Little cunt's going to cream, aren't you. Bitch LOVES getting her cocks doesn't she?"
I black out as I come, my muscles spasming. The last thing I feel is another rush of warm jizz shooting up inside my battered bottom. And then I pass out. When I wake, slowly, my vision is blurred, eyes sticky. I feel a warm washcloth wiping away the dried spittle and pre-cum. As your face comes into view, the ski mask pushed up onto your head, I smile.
"As a matter of fact, this Bitch ~does~ love getting her cocks. You should know, darling."
It has been a while since I've written about my phone sex calls in detail, mostly because I figure anyone who reads this already knows firsthand what they're like. Lol. I also got tired of feeling obligated to write about each one. It started to feel repetitive, because it is indiscreet to get overly specific sometimes, so I limited myself to the same phrases and euphemisms. The calls are never boring, but rehashing them can be. In addition, I think in my haste to prove there is more to me than phone sex, I lost sight of the fact that sexual fantasy and phone sex is a huge part of who I am. And I miss writing about it...
So as opposed to resuming shout-outs, I think I'll simply share my personal fantasies every once in a while. Seeing as how my own sexual proclivities often influence my phone sex calls, I think this will be a nice compromise...
***A DISCLAIMER*** What follows is FANTASY. Last I heard, imagining something in one's head without intent to act was still legal. I do NOT condone criminal behavior, especially that which causes pain to innocents. In my fantasies, the victim is often ME. In real life, if anyone tried to do anything to me against my will, they had better be prepared to lose at least a testicle. In real life, I stand up to bullies. But in my fantasies, anything goes. And any psychologist can tell you that some of the most taboo fantasies (rape, incest, etc.) are surprisingly common. Please stop reading now if you are easily offended.
A MASKED MAN
I should have noticed the window was open too far, but it doesn't register until a split second too late. I am tired and more than a little tipsy from the wine at dinner. And I remember leaving it open for the cats. But it isn't until I walk back in from the bathroom, that I notice the torn screen. I shiver and pull my robe tighter.
"KitKat! Tigger!" I call, leaning out to pull the window closed quickly. As my voice dies out, I hear a rustling near their food dish in the kitchen. "Oh you silly kittens, you scared me half to death!"
Stepping into the darkened hallway, I feel the gloved hand slide over my mouth as a strong leg sweeps mine from beneath me. Falling to my knees, he is above me in an instant, a dark masked figure silhouetted in the low glow from the bedroom. A blade glints at my cheek and I freeze on my hands and knees.
"I don't want to have to use this. But I will. Do you understand?" His voice is low and smooth and betrays not a speck of hesitation. I nod slowly, still holding my breath. The glove slowly slides from my mouth to my throat. "Now we're going back into the bedroom, and you're going to take that pretty little robe off for me."
I start to get to my feet but his hand immediately tightens around my neck. "Ah ah ah. Crawl. Mmmm yes. Very good. Nice ass. I'm going to enjoy fucking it." I shudder at the nonchalant way he says it but don't dare turn around. In the middle of the bedroom, he orders me to stand.
My legs tremble. "Take it off." The tip of the knife is at my nipple, barely covered by the light silk. "Take. It. OFF." I slip the robe from my shoulders. "Panties too." My eyes flutter closed as I push my thumbs under the wasteband, easing the lace boyshorts down my thighs. I can feel him moving behind me, his rough hands grasping my ass cheeks.
"Oh yeah. I am going to enjoy this. On the fucking bed!" He pushes me roughly onto my back, grabbing my arm and twisting me around until my head hangs off the bed. In an instant, his cock is out, hard and pulsing next to my face. Flat edge of the knife on one cheek, his dick smacking against the other.
"You're going to be a good girl for me and suck it nice, aren't you?" His cock smacks harder against my jaw. "AREN'T YOU?!" I nod, opening my mouth. He feeds it in slowly at first, then faster, pushing past my gag reflex. My eyes begin to water and drool runs down my cheeks, pooling in my hair and dripping onto the floor.
"That's it. Suck it good. Get it nice and wet or you'll be sorry." After a few more thrusts into my throat, he flips me over and grabs my ankles, pulling me to the end of the bed. Using one hand to flatten my lower back, he kicks my legs apart. I can feel his cock pushing through my ass cheeks. I moan at the friction.
"Hey I'm a nice guy, I'll even get your ass wet!" He laughs almost maniacally as he spits loogie after loogie on my butt crack. I feel his dick against my sphincter and that tight ring of pain as he shoves in. My scream is muffled by the blanket but apparently not enough.
"Quiet you little fucking bitch and take it!" He shoves roughly balls deep so he can reach the back of my head, holding it deeper in the covers. I bite down on a mouthful of pillow as the assault on my ass continues. It feels like he is ripping me open. "Mmm now that's a nice fucking tight ass. Hell YEAH!" His body stiffens up and I feel a warm spray stinging the inside of my anal canal.
To my horror, his cock does not subside nor does he withdraw from my aching ass. I feel him reach under the bed and hear the unmistakable sound of my vibrator. "Bitch didn't think I knew what a horny cunt you are, huh? Look what I found in your drawer." The buzzing shaft of the vibe rubs up against my clit, and I can't help bucking against it.
"Oh yeah you like that, don't you? Makes your ass tighten right up." He turns it up to high and slides it into my pussy. "MMM fuck yesssss that is one good little cunt. Going to make your butt milk my dick!" As he fucks me with the vibe, he starts to stroke into my rear again. I don't even feel the pain, the sensations are so overwhelming. "Little cunt's going to cream, aren't you. Bitch LOVES getting her cocks doesn't she?"
I black out as I come, my muscles spasming. The last thing I feel is another rush of warm jizz shooting up inside my battered bottom. And then I pass out. When I wake, slowly, my vision is blurred, eyes sticky. I feel a warm washcloth wiping away the dried spittle and pre-cum. As your face comes into view, the ski mask pushed up onto your head, I smile.
"As a matter of fact, this Bitch ~does~ love getting her cocks. You should know, darling."