SweetSexyVicky: Confessions of an ALL TABOO Fetish Phone Sex Mistress

So many thanks to Alan again, for sending me Smallville Season 8. I ordered season 7 with a GC from my bootboy a week ago, and season 8 came first!! Now we just have to wait until next month until season 9 comes out and season 10 starts up on the CW. Most of the best people are gone so I don’t know what to say, it will be the last season, so we’ll see.

Did you see the lovely bottle of raspberry vodka? some of my forced intox guys have been drinking this of late and I made one of them tribute me so I could go get some myself. The bottle itself is really pretty. I haven’t tasted the vodka. First person to call me and ask may listen to me crack the sucker open (the vodka is going back in the fridge… just on the bedside table for a photo).

also, like the cup? I got it at Starbucks. I love the handleless coffee cups. They are really pretty. I have 3 bigger ones, one in the color of my office, one that’s nearly the same as my comforter cover, and a white one. I need at least 1 more to round out the collection but people are asking ridiculously stupid prices for them on ebay. $20 plus $9 shipping. That is insanity, that is.

So, do you like the close up of my bed? I love the wrought iron inserts on the head and footboard. They are oak leaves and acorns, which supposedly are good for fertility, but hey. I have had the bed since I turned 18 and fucked ALOT in it (but probably more out of it, so who knows?) and haven
t gotten that pregnant.

don’t forget, first to call and mention the post gets to hear me guzzle some vodka. I will encourage you to drink too.

Alan from back east somewhere (that could be anywhere west of the Atlantic and east of California got drunk with me the other day and went shopping on my wish list. Last night I received a lovely micro-suede comforter cover and pillow shams, so this morning I made the bed.

Wish you were here... ?

Click it to see it up close and extra big… close your eyes and imagine what-all is under the covers and could be hidden under the pillows. I have nice super soft cotton sheets, the comforter cover, the throw is lovely faux mink, and the pillows are soft and fluffy, so they can muffle your squeaks and squeals. Ha.

I love my bed.

I just finished watching one of my favorite movies, Secretary. I was making something for a sweet sub friend of mine and promised her that I would watch the movie while I made her present. She hasn’t seen the movie before, so I am sending it along with the present, I hope she likes it.
There’s something just magical about the movie, I love it that much. Maybe not Star Wars love it, because who am I kidding, I couldn’t love it as much as Star Wars (and the thought of Darth Vader ordering me… using the force on me… to only eat four peas with my single spoonful of creamed potatoes is kind of creepy and not in a good way) but I love it nonetheless.

I emphasize with both of the characters. There’s a heavy bit of empathy towards the character of Lee, the Secretary, for both her inner struggles and the way her need or want for pain blossoms. But there’s also a tremendous strength in her, she meets Edward–the dominant– head to head, submissively but in a way that manages to let her hold her own. She is what I would like to think of as the perfect submissive, someone who is submissive by choice and a hundred percent sure of that choice. I also admire her spunk and the way she commands his attention.

On the other hand, in Edward I emphasize with his inner turmoil. As hard as it is for someone to admit that they like pain (we are wired to dislike pain, it’s instinctual) socially we are taught nearly from birth that it is even worse to want to give pain. The pleasure he takes in her discomfort is unsettling to him, even though it is pleasurable. He feels conflicted and it’s a conflict I understand completely. I also just love how totally and completely he fucks with her mind– this isn’t simple tie me up and spank me stuff here, this is the real deal.

Best quote of the movie:
E. Edward Grey: Look, we can’t do this 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
Lee: Why not?

Why not indeed. I am seriously hoping my friend likes the movie as much as I did– she should do. At only 364 days younger than me, we are pretty close in personalities. Except for how submissive she is.

Side note about niteflirt. It’s been screwy all day long. What a disappointment. Send me an email to sweetsexyvicky@gmail.com with your niteflirt membername and I will send you a free minute for the hassle of their site maintenance… if it ever starts working again. ha.

oh, second side note. I like side notes, don’t you? Two things are on my mind at the moment. One is a will I won’t I sort of thing, and the other is JUST HOW GOOD it is to be back and taking calls on a regular basis. It feels fantastic to be talking to people again… and to be receiving little gifts as well.

As always, think of me. xxx Vicky

i am so turned on now my pussy feels like its on fire…
i couldn’t handle it if i touched it, so i think i need someone else to come and find me and touch it for me.

I had, today, quite possibly the nicest day in months. It was, in a word, wonderful. The universe possesses the weirdest sense of humor, taunting and teasing me with forbidden whispers from my past– will I or won’t I step over a line I drew in the sand years past?

85% of me is saying go for it, and why not? temptation aside my mood has so improved that THAT has to speak for itself.

I am thinking of a new website, or a new way of drawing in the kind of callers I want without alerting niteflirts TOS. I am thinking violent cases and cp cases. No no taboo cases that we all think about and then bend our heads in silent prayer during confessional on Sunday morning, trying to forget the damp stain that is still drying on the mattress back at home. Any suggestions?

a big and happy shout out to my loving bootlicker who keeps me in heels no matter what the season. These shoes are off the hook crazy and I love them to bits.

also, a blast from the past:

a confession. when I snapped this picture my panties were almost translucent from how damp they were with anticipation. A remote control vibrator was snug up against my clitoris, pressing down hard due to the tight nature of the panties and the firm nature of the tights. Wild thoughts of happenstance fun were floating through my head a mile a minute… but nothing came of that night.

Instead a lonely teacher from the midwest called me, her name, I think, was Jane. She was a sad individual, lonely and in need of some deep, hardcore attention. As horny as I was, the thought of a lonely submissive woman whispering “yes” into my ear at my every command was hard to ignore. James’s firm lap beneath me was even harder. Though I did not have the wild ride my fevered imagination conjured up… I had something almost or nearly as good, and both have stuck with me, standing the test of time.

This guy is iced on vodka and everclear, wishing he could have one (or more) of you dump a big fat load of cockcream in his ass… pound him unconcious and leave him leaking lubricant and come.

his name is dave, and he will release his address to you via email: ultlick2@yahoo.com

he is located in aberdeen, south dakota

Here’s a photo of Nick, of the embarrassingly small penis:

please comment on whether you’ve think you have seen smaller or if he’s the real deal!!!

addendum: nick would like you to know that he is a cocksucker and due to his abnormally sized brain (disbelieving I’d actually post this) and his pitifully small cock up against a sadly rubinesque (read=rotund) body, his wife isn’t too very interested in it.

In case you wise up and don’t want this EVERYWHERE: