Your ass is mine
Yeah so He works for Bristol Glen Retirement Home, His mom doesn’t know he is a straight freak, and his girlfriend needs better cock. Her name is Toni Marie Moran and you can call her at 201 841 5577, or email at madina3333@aol.com
Oh, his cell is 973 570 6957 and….
Finally, Stephen, you should know better…
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.
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.
This came for me in the mail today, amidst a flurry of other hastily written missives by the same poor, pathetic dillweed. You will remember Jason as being the man thing who bought my kindle, and the man creature who is buying my new LG Lotus phone.
I opened this in class. Remember please that I am a senior in college, about to graduate with a BA in English and awaiting news on getting into grad school. I’m not a high school student. So it was with much mirth that I laughed so hard my professor noticed and demanded to see what was so funny.
Tears were rolling down my face, and the faces of my comrades save one poor lady who just ‘didn’t get it’ as I handed it over to the professor. He scanned the document, and masterfully attempted to quell his laughter. After a moment he looked up and asked, “Who is Jason?”
Ok, so I am a little late. So sue me, I have been busy. Being the superstitious type I am, I like to spend New Year’s doing what I hope to be doing for the rest of the year. *heh* Let that apply to the post-6pm activities. *wink*
So this year I studied like a dog for my CSET, had starbucks, went shopping for awesome clothes, had great mexican food & tons of tequila, watched “the spirit”, and went to a party with my friend Summer who is soon to be working on Niteflirt. Some of you have heard me talking about her on the phone and all the studying we’ve been doing– wait till you see her! Then you will KNOW why I said what I did about her. *evil grin*.
So, I drank a prodigious amount of alcohol @ Summer’s place, had fun with her friends & family, and James was there too. Then James and I stumbled into the house around four thirty ish, checked emails, showtimes, and fell on eachother like starving dogs and fucked ourselves stupid for about an hour. Go Summer– you inspired us! When we managed to awaken from our liquor and sex induced coma-like state we drove to Ontario and then to Universal City Walk to see Klaatu in IMAX, get some last minute cut-rate shopping done, and drive back to the Andaz in Hollywood, that hotel is going to be crazy awesome when they open to guests. Guess which room I got my seconds/new year’s day treat in!!!
So since then I have been bouncing between studying for the CSET (I moved my date back to March 10), working hard (you guys would not believe some of the creative fuckers I’ve had so far!! I have a dude that is so into tickling that when I say goochy-goochy-goo… he gooo-es all over my tickling fingers!! I love it), teaching Summer and her friend how to use Niteflirt (I know all the *girls* on NF will be mad that there are 2 newbies, but they should be even madder because these 2 newbies have two great things going for them: first off, I am on their sides; and secondly, they actually have a brain in their goddamned heads). Hmmm what else have I been doing? School. Bedevilling Dr. Medieval, taunting YAM (tried to get him to bring me starbucks but he wouldn’t budge… he did call me later to try to make sure I understood that he was only protecting me by not feeding into my habit), and just having fun in general.
So far, Life is FINE in 2009!! Summer’s website (just up today so it’s got the basic template and maybe no posts or pictures… http://tropical-tease.com be sure to visit. & oh yeah, her nf name is the same.)
I am off for some much needed sleep. James and I just fucked like racehorses for St-v-. St-v-n was listening on yahoo and I was also recording with adobe soundbooth, while me and James fucked pretending that St-v-n was my small, pathetic, cuckold husband while James was my large, magnificent boyfriend. The mp3 is available– just ask St-v-n.
I gotta tell you– some guys ask for it and other guys, well they flat out demand it.
The “it” of which I speak is of course, a brutal internet smackdown wherein I let everyone know just how pathetically pedestrian and common their little fantasies of being forced to swallow mouthfuls of creamy nigger-dick jizz, all hot, thick, and fresh straight from the source really are.
wanna laugh? call donny at 219 306 3283— he works in a sam’s club in indiana cutting meat, and wishing he could suck meat all night long while he rubs his pathetically small cock. think Leatherface, only gayer and more retarded (and only after the black folk).
don’t want people reading this donny?? pay now fucktard.
*sigh* I am not as good a secret keeper as I would like to think. I believe that maybe I am a trifle transparent. Who knows what a horrible poker player I must be? Seriously, in the last 2 weeks I have had classmates who are more than acquaintances but not necessarily friends pick up on something I considered secret. *shock*
YAM figured out which student I had had an interest in a couple of quarters ago– really quickly too, it was astounding. But, his reasoning was… less than sound. Liking star wars is not an immediate “I want to fuck you” but it is a requirement. Sorry, but I draw the line there. The only thing worse than someone not liking Star Wars is someone who prefers Star Trek. No wait. Preferring Star Trek over Star Wars is acceptable but preferring Survivor over either… I have to draw the line and turn away. Period. (They may as well eat babies boiled in birthwater… for all I care.)
And then my teacher-lady-nun friend guessed which of our classmates needs (in my opinion) a good, hard spanking. Preferably, while bent over a student desk, his nose scant inches away from one of his perfectly bland, obviously off-the-cuff papers, as he recited MLA format while I spanked him. Hard. With my leather paddle. SEE THIS VIDEO for a close approximation of what I mean. *gasp* I just watched it. I love that scene. …..
*snicker* Those of you who have been following recent posts will be highly amused to know that I have spoken to 2 Ricks this evening. This is highly amusing to me. And of course, while I was having dinner with YAM, slut was attempting to message me… slut shares his name with YAM– of course he does. Currently, slut is performing his “dildo tied to the leg of a desk” trick. I love that trick.
Finally, lucky me James is on his way home this weekend. I may be rendered incapable of talking… but I doubt it.
MY FRIEND… You know whO you are. James will most certainly be home this weekend. If you want to listen in, this would be a good time because honey, I am horny as all get out and you’ll be getting a pretty hot show.
I think that something is in retrograde or whatever. Because people from all aspects of my life are popping out of the woodwork like crazy-mad motherfuckers and it’s driving me nutball crazy. Seriously.
Let’s see… we have ex-boyfriends, friends-with-benefits, good callers, bad callers, friends/fellow students lusted after in (mostly)complete silence{don’t play where you will end up having co-workers}, and finally… new people on all fronts. It’s enough to drive a woman fucking crazy. With mad, hot, hornball hormones. Seriously.
I started writing a giant dissertation on why violence can sometimes be sexy and how violence has been used in literature to display sexy goodness for hundreds (if not thousands) of years, but got sidetracked by my hormones. (And by the thought that this is a complete waste of time when I should be writing a paper a teacher will read and grade… not just read and spank to.)
For instance, I need to finish The Mabinogion today and write my paper on it. I also need to put the finishing touches on my paper about the Ulstermen. Oh, and go to French class… but I will wait and see when the midterm is and show up sometime before then. Maybe. (je n’aime pas francais! je deteste francais! je ne parle pas beaucoup francais!)
oh.
one last thing before I go. Jared Lynch left a comment:
jared | jaredfirebird26@aol.com | IP: 71.240.33.210
please take this down vicky
Jared, you know what you need to do to get stuff taken down from my website. You pestered me endlessly to get it up– so now you have to play by the rules to get it down. That’s just how it works. PAY ME. see, it’s very easy.
*hot flash* who would have thought that a phrase like that would be enough to wet my knickers through and through?
Or that this quarter would dish up some delightfully yummy man-treats in the form of two exceptionally minded new fellow students. Ok, I tell a lie. Only one is new. The other… is less than new. I’ve had classes with him for about a year now. I like the way he thinks, and even more… I want to see him submit to my will so badly that I can taste it.
Mmmmm I owe a friend a Cafe Vanilla Frappucino for guessing which guy it was. 
I am either that transparent or she is the right kind of friend. I am going for the right kind of friend. I could divulge secrets, but I think she reads this blog and wouldn’t be too happy to hear about how much I enjoyed eating her creamy pussy while telling her a nasty fantasy about our dear prof….
I am delightfully up to all of my old tricks, stealing money and making you beg me to take more being at the forefront of these tricks…
I have a love hate relationship with summer storms and with air conditioning. See, they both mean rapidly and wildly vacillating temperatures which equals a rapidly sick Vicky.
It’s August– of 2008 no less. I don’t want to be sick.
Because next Monday, August 18, 2008 will be my 10th year anniversary as a phone ho. And I want to celebrate it in style– by taking as much phone cock as I can!!
Seriously, ten years as a phone sex operator (telecommunications representative). I started out at the fragile age of 18 years old, the summer after my freshman year of high school. My first week on the call room floor I flooded my panties every single call. By Thanksgiving I had determined that I would get a vibrator to smuggle into work (it was strictly against policy) so that I could get off already.
I mastered the art of the ‘no-touch’ orgasm. I did crazy shit too, like buy a crapload of books on sex and kinks and fetishes (ever the little researcher) and then I bought a micro cassette recorder. I bet you are asking why, right? Well, you try spending 8-12 hours on a call room floor with a bunch of phone ho’s and listening to their fake ass fucking orgasms. It’s enough to nauseate you. Screaming, wailing, panting, like some 50c porno booth stars. So, I coerced a friend to fuck me on tape and then fucked myself on tape as well, and listened to those 2 recordings OVER and OVER again. Just to get the details right.
Do you know, I hold my breath when I get really close to cumming? I just stop breathing. It’s crazy. I also sound like a rabid Czechoslovakian wolfbear– or like one of the pig dog things from lord of the rings–uruk hai? I am not joking. It’s not pretty at all. It is kind of hot though, *wink*
I just realized, I have been recording myself fucking for a long time. hahaha. Shame on me. I promise to have the BBC recordings and my livefucking recordings up for anyone to purchase at any time. A quick note, the shortest is about 18 minutes and the longest is 90, unedited.
See you soon,
Vicky
