Sabrina in Stockings.

Do you know her? Have you talked with her? If not…why not? She writes (oh, man, does she write):

Smells Like Vanilla

I want. 

I’m pressing down against my office chair right now and bouncing up and down a little, just rocking back on my hips and thighs. It feels like all I am is warm, wet, and hungry and all of that is just melting out of my body through my throbbing pink cunt. Another hour like this and I’ll be in that state where I’m ready to bend over my desk, spread my legs apart, thrust my ass out like a bitch in heat and grind my aching clit against the edge of the desktop. I’ll growl, I’ll whimper, I’ll beg to get fucked. 

I have class in two hours. I have to go sit in a room filled with people, potential warm slippery bodies against mine, all night long. The work is boring and repetitive – exactly the kind of stuff that makes my mind wander to more interesting topics, like which of the objects in the room would be best to impale that pretty little blonde with … 

I can’t think when I’m like this. 

I wonder if any of them read this. I wonder if the guys and girls behind me will be able to smell how wet my panties are. 

They probably will. 

The thought humiliates me and makes me wetter at the same time. 

I’m tugging the crotch of my satin thong up between the lips of my pussy. It slides easily and I just know the slippery evidence will be visible on the black satin hours later. 

I have an old pair of pantyhose. Black. Matte, sheer-to-waist and ripe for ripping. I can’t decide if I want to put them on, feel how smooth the nylon is against my legs, run my short nails over the seam (pressing it right against my clit) and then rip out the crotch and fingerfuck myself through the hole, or if I want to wad up one of the legs and force it inch by inch balled up into my pussy. It would be lumpy, unless I twisted it just right. It would push out my walls at angles I couldn’t predict until the nylon was there, compressing just enough not to hurt me but rough-edged enough to feel very interesting indeed. 

Right now I’m not just wet but slick. The nylon wouldn’t absorb so much as get coated in my juices. Gods, I want to come. I’m riding the edge of my panties that got pushed up against the inner lips of my pussy, just enough to tease me but not give me enough of what I need to send me over. I lean back … the silky smooth satin shifts back and forth across my ass, right there, and it’s driving me crazy. I need more … Two fingers go to my lips, then three, and it’s your cock muffling my moans, my lips wrapped tight around my knuckles… tight around the base of your cock. My tongue flicks out to tease the head of your cock, running around the ridge, teasing that sensitive spot right and the underside, and I suck right there. My panties are starting to leak. I’m shaking, but not enough … not yet. 

My cunt actually hurts, I need to come so badly. I need to make this hard and fast. Hands off the keyboard now – I need something more inside me than just the edge of my panties. Two fingers go to my lips, circling, before pushing in and kicking back and forth, teasing right at the back… harder, then nothing, then more, more, more. 

I don’t think I screamed but I damn well made noise. 

It’s a blur, my panties are askew, my hair is mussed and I’m realizing I actually do need a job where it’s okay to go lie down for a minute and have five mini-orgasms one after the other until I can stop feeling like a hole that needs to be fucked and start feeling like a person again. I’m wondering if there’s someone out there this is enough for, instead of too much. I’m wondering why the hell my fingers always smell and taste like vanilla musk, afterward. I mean really … vanilla?

You can read the original story here.

Then call her.

xo, Angela

For each correct answer you get five cents off per minute (i.e. 5 right anwers = 25 cents off per min. 10 right answers = 50 cents per minute). It’s my quiz, so I make the rules, but I’ve made this easy for you. Most of the answers can be easily found around this site. You can email me with your answers (eclecticpearl@yahoo.com).

1. What is the number one question men ask PSOs?
2. What do PSO’s usually call time-wasting men that have no intention of doing a call?
3. What is the name of my phone sex site? (it’s not zen fetish).
4. Isabella _____ (fill in the blank), specializes in panty boys and erotic hypnosis.
5. Mistress V’s favorite color is: a-pink b-red c-purple or d-black.
6. What does BDSM stand for?
7. Who is the dirtiest girl in the world?
8. True or False: Girl 73 is a Spike Lee movie about phone sex.
9. What is the name/url of the website at which I feature independant PSOs?
10. True or False: The Fantasy Factory is a book about phone sex.
11. What is the name/url of Princess Crissy’s website?
12. Which of the following can be a fetish? a-feathers b-balloons c-rubber d-diapers
13. True or False: Water Sports describes having sex in the ocean.
14. What is the name/url of my erotic story blog?
15. Who is the PSO at Stocking Affair?
16. Kali Siren lives where? a-Manhattan b-Seattle c-Tampa Bay d-Washington D.C.
17. What is the name/url of Doxy Wringer’s website?
18. Who would be a hot tease? a-CockSucker Sarah b-Bratty Princess c-Bitch from Hell d-Mommy Dearest
19. True or False: All phone sex callers are perverts.
20. How is my cat, Fredrick, different from other cats?

So…send those answer in and claim your “prize” by the end of the week.

xo

I speak of Kat, the erudite and sexy Femme Fatale that is on her way to PhoneSex stardom. But let her tell you herself. From her intro at her classy website, Stocking Affair:

“If you think that phone sex is limited to those late night ads and moaning, allow me to shift your paradigm and remove your tie. I am a 100 percent independent phone entertainer, with no acting, corporate affiliation, or ability to fake being anything other than my lusty, carnal, and overeducated self. If you lust after nerds, pushy academics, cute girls in glasses, sexual controllers with a classy kinky streak, this might be the place.”

“…allow me to shift your paradigm and remove your tie.” Don’t you just love it? When you read something so very sexy and well-written, can you have any doubt that this is a woman to be reckoned with? And don’t your knees just wobble at the thought of her wrapping all of the intelligent sensuality around you? I’m almost tempted to call her, myself.

If you like me (and I know you do), Kat is definitely someone you should be checking out. This is one sharp cookie as you will discover for yourself when reading her divinely erotic stories and always informative and insightful blog, Little Indescretions. I am smitten with this woman. And I am sure you will be, too.

Before you go, get yourself a drink and a smoke. Then relax and enjoy all that Kat has to offer. By the time you’ve nosed and peeked and luxuriated in all that steamy verbiage, you should be rock-hard and ready to give her a call.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get on over there and wallow in the meanderings and musings of the amazing, gorgeous and brilliant Kat.

Then PICK UP THAT PHONE AND DIAL!

You know you want to.

….I have a Headache.

Ok, here’s the deal: I should be sleeping, was going to skip the blogging thing today. Don’t you tire of the instant pundit phenomenon this blogging craze has created? Do we always have something so important to say that everybody should be reading us in lieu of The New York Times or War and Peace or at least something from Oprah’s Book Club?

But, somebody out there is reading me. God knows why, but they are. (And I’m deeply grateful to all three of you.) So you were on my mind. And I just couldn’t zonk out, feeling I’d let you down. It’s not that I didn’t have a valid excuse to skip a day, as it was a very busy Fantasy Phone day for me, the last call lasting well over two hours. That is a very long time and one gets very weary at a certain point. Which I was and am.

But, being the trooper that I am, I had to come back and tell you goodnight. Don’t ask for sex, not even a quickie! I really do need to get some sleepy sleep.

But how about if I leave you some reading material?

1. PervScan is one of my favorite sites on the Net. Supervert who presents the site is taking a month off currently, but there is a treasure trove of info there, in which you may gleefully wallow. I don’t need to tell you what it is about, because it won’t take you long to figure it out.
2. Tasty Trixie is one of the sweetest treats on the net today. She is naturally beautiful, female positive, open minded, extremely bright and witty and I just could kiss her all over. She has a lot of things to offer and is an ethical “wondering webwhore.” So do make it over there and give her a lookie-loo.
3. And last but not least, I ran across Lisa Lampanelli one late night last week when I couldn’t sleep. She is so in-your-uptight-face funny, I was practically peeing myself laughing. So I went looking on the WWW and found her site. Check her out.

So can I go back to bed now? Thanks darling. Kiss Kiss

If you’re the type who craves to be pussy-whipped by a hot, young, hard-bodied princess, have I got a girl for you! Princess Crissy of Pussy Denied is truly a princess among wanna-be royalty.

I’ve done three-way calls with her and was in absolute awe of her ability to cut a man down to size. With the voice of an angel, the pubescent body of a teenage succubus and absolutely the cruelest of intentions, Princess Crissy ( aka Fiesty Sassy Lil Brat ) is one powerful little package of dynamite.

When you tangle with Crissy, you are in for the ride of your life. She happens to be one of the best (if not THE BEST) humiliatrixes on the Net today and will deliver Grade A+ devastation. You will drool, ache, beg, plead and possibly even cry.

And, because she controls you with such charismatic grace and sensual authority, you will love every minute of it. She might even let you cum.

But she might not.

Call her soon. And tell her Angela sent you.

***The rating you see at the beginning of this entry is a “CRISSY ORIGINAL.” Is she special or what? See why I love her?