Archive for February, 2009

Long days…

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

How do you get a picturemail from your camera to your computer? I have an LG Lotus and I cannot seem to find a way to find where it stores RECEIVED images! Help me!! I really want to post a very amusing photo of a tubby fucker in ruffle-butt panties. He was nice enough to send a snapshot my way.

Urgh. It’s week 7 of Winter Semester and I cannot wait for school to be over. The CSET (subject matter competency test for teachers here in California) is on March 13, and that’s quickly followed by the Subject GRE on April 3 or 4. Fuck me that’s too many tests on English coming straight at me. I have papers up the you-know-where and in addition to that, I just cannot stop taking calls from you nasty fuckers. It’s like an addiction… I can’t seem to help myself, it gets me so excited!

In the next few days, my blog will change drastically– for the better. I am adding an actual gallery, some fancy little widgets, and hopefully some very interesting tidbits.

3 free minutes to someone who can explain how to get the picturemail off of my pretty LG Lotus (thank you jason… I love my phone, almost as much as I will love my Kindle2 when it gets here, definitely almost as much as my Kindle1 you got me last year… mwah).

I’ve had some awesome prezzies lately, just have been too busy to post.

I have a pair of RocketDog mules coming, thanks to sweetiepie britt (my shoe lover), I received my new water heater (tankless, gas powered) thanks to my little painslut in Florida, and have socks (yummy yummy socks from Sock Dreams in Portland, Or– if you love pantyhose, socks, or tights you will love their site) coming, some dreamy makeup from TooFaced paired up with Kipling (I still want a Kipling bag), and even better, a retro bluetooth handset (did you see “The Spirit”? Scarlet Johannsen brings Sameul L Jackson a phone without a cord… that’s totally what I got). All in all, Valentine’s and its surrounding days were very friendly to me.

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Here Ye, Here Ye!

Monday, February 9th, 2009

Some very IMPORTANT anniversaries are coming up!
First, February 19: This installation of Confessions of a NetWhore celebrates its 2nd year!
March 2005: 4 years of blogging Confessions of a NetWhore!
Jan 9: (only 1 month ago) my seventh year on Niteflirt.
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now, some girls might say, “I’ve had an account for 7 years but I only started taking calls two weeks ago.” I laugh in the face of that. My feedback laughs with me. I love my job, it’s a vocation for me, not a paycheck. Sadly, I am a straight-ho and love knowing that what I could give away for free and some silly girls do already, I get paid for. It gives me a tingle.

So this morning I had a call from a guy Coprophage. Nod. His name is Kirk. Nod. His username is not what it used to be, but I am pretty sure he is up there with my longest callers–ever. We used to talk when I lived in my apartment (2001-2003) and then off an on now that I live in my house. He’s a filthy fucker, loves everything copro- a nasty little shit loving bastard.

I decided to look up his name “coprophage” in the OEFD (Otherwise known as the OEFUCKINGD or the Oxford English Dictionary. Perhaps it should be OFED but it doesn’t sound right, so OEFD it is).

Good luck translating this or even being interested if you don’t have the hots for dictionaries…

before a vowel copr-, combining form of Greek {kappa}{goacu}{pi}{rho}{omicron}{fsigma} dung, as in co{sm}præmia [Gr. {alpha}{iasperfrown}{mu}{alpha} blood], blood-poisoning from the fæces in case of costiveness; hence co{sm}præmic a. {sm}copragogue [Gr. {alenis}{gamma}{omega}{gamma}-{goacu}{fsigma} carrying away], a purging medicine. co{sm}premesis [Gr. {elenisacu}{mu}{epsilon}{sigma}{iota}{fsigma} vomiting], stercoraceous vomiting. copro{sm}lalia [ad. Fr. coprolalie (G. de la Tourette in Archives de Neurologie, 1885, IX. 19; Gr. {lambda}{alpha}{lambda}{giacu}{alpha} talk, prattle], the use of obscene language by reason of insanity or for sexual gratification. copro{sm}mania [-MANIA], an obsession with fæces; hence copro{sm}maniac. {sm}coprophil, {sm}coprophile [-PHIL, -PHILE], one who is attracted to filth. copro{sm}philia, co{sm}prophily [Gr. {phi}{iota}{lambda}{giacu}{alpha} affection], marked attention to defecation and to excreta. copro{sm}philic a., having or pertaining to an interest in excrement. co{sm}prophilous a. [Gr. {phi}{giacu}{lambda}-{omicron}{fsigma} loving], fond of dung; feeding or (spec. of fungi) growing upon dung. copro{sm}phobia [-PHOBIA], an abnormal repugnance toward fæces. {dag}co{sm}prophory [med.L. coprophoria, Gr. -{phi}{omicron}{rho}{iota}{alpha} carrying], purgation (Bailey). co{sm}prostasis, in Bailey {dag}coprostacy [Gr. {sigma}{tau}{gaacu}{sigma}{iota}{fsigma} a stopping], costiveness. {smm}copro{sm}zoic a. [ZOIC a. 2], of animals, living in dung. (See other words below.)

I would say that my active sex life is marked by a high amount of coprolalia. And I like it that way.

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Stinksome Dusty Strikes again!

Sunday, February 8th, 2009

This is babydustin. Stinky Dust from previous posts.

 

stinkydiaper13@yahoo.com
www.myspace.com/prissybabyd
1847-331-0486

baby dustin

 

I love the maryjanes and wrinklie tights, don’t you?

click this little one for a freakish douchnozzle drizzle cum.

he leaks cum faster and faster until it’s a stream– no ejaculation…

A brief interview:

So here’s  a question or two for you:

do people smell your babypowder smell when you walk by?  Yes, but they don’t think its me, the child that walked by or there own…Only once was I at blockbuster and some guy with his gf asked if I was wearing baby powder.

does your cum come out caked with baby powder?  Yes, it get gooey

or does it taste sweet like cotton candy because your weenie is soo small it must be tasty?  I does have a salted taste, with baby powder it has a flour taste

where do you shop– midget’s r us?  I have a woman who makes my clothes and the diapers  i buy

You ever cum in a bottle and fall asleep drinking it like a good girl?  Yes, I’ve cum and mixed with my milk

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Pic from Thursday

Sunday, February 8th, 2009
Thursday night in Pasadena and all is well...

Thursday night in Pasadena and all is well...

You know that song… “Laid”? This pic reminds me of the middle…

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no

Ah you think you’re so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty

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Steamed Up Windows

Friday, February 6th, 2009

So last night I hooked up with my new bf. It was deliciously awkward and we spent a very long time fucking around in the front of my Kia. That was my favorite part– fucking around. Flicking his cock with my fingers as he jumped and groaned. Every time his head whacked against the seat of my car and he let slip a quite murmur of pain I soaked my panties a little more.

Wrapping my fist in the microfiber body of a chemise and rubbing my pussy, fingering myself with my lingerie around my fingertips before dressing him in said soaked lingerie was even more fun.

I came on his fingers multiple times, and licked his fingers clean each time– this was not as hot as when he had so much fucking precum that my fingertips were sloppy and I shoved three of my fingers into his mouth and he groaned like the nasty whore he is.

Neither was that as hot as when I had my mouth on his cock after he told “daddy’s princess” to suck it…

Sadly… it was one of those hook-ups bound to live on in infamy, not likely to get repeated other than in his fevered memory– oh yeah, and mine too. I am a fucking mess right now I am so turned on.

It’s raining, and my mini sd reader thing is in the car, otherwise I’d pop a pic of him up here for all to see… Justine in the front of my car, wearing my panties after I rubbed his/her clit just like I rubbed mine. We cycled through about six months of fantasies last night… lol

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we are not amused

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

A note:
When speaking to me, it’s not a good idea to just say “I am horny and need to get off.” This goes doubly for when you NOT PAYING me.

Don’t treat me like less than a whore– whores get paid.

Nasty talk and getting guys off is kind of what I live for (also included is shopping, reading, and mindfucking– but there you are) however, the next time someone calls me up and says “i need to get off” I just might scream.

Congratulations– so do I. And if I change the subject; don’t get irritated with me. You’re not paying, you don’t have the right to get irritated– oh yeah, and remember that am a person with a life and if I pick up my phone and answer it, you had better believe that if I am in the middle of something and YOU ARE NOT PAYING I am not going to stop what I am doing for a free phone fuck. Period. End of report.

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Seriously, where have people’s brains gone lately?

Mine dripped out of my ears about 20-30 minutes ago… after being pounded so hard in my ass that I couldn’t breathe and I swear I can still feel his cockhead between my tonsils. Yeah. That my dears, was some awesome fucking. You know the point in anal sex where it just stops hurting and feels fantastic, better than fantastic– and at the same time your pussy feels as though it is hollow and empty and you JUST HAVE to have something (cock, fingers, a dildo…anything) in it? So you claw away at your pussy, grinding your palm down on your clit and working your ass up and down on the cock inside of you? No?? That’s a shame… it really is.

Vicky

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