SweetSexyVicky: Confessions of an ALL TABOO Fetish Phone Sex Mistress

So, we are studying modes of writing again. zzzzzzzzzzz. The teacher asks, “How do you persuade some one to do something you want them to do?”

My hand goes in the air.

“Intimidation.”

she nods, unsure of what’s coming next.

“Humiliation.”

She tries for a game smile as whispers circle through the room.

“Guilt.”

She clears her throat. “Those are all very valid methods,” writing them on the whiteboard. “Can anyone think of something a little more positive.”

My class is full of silent, mealy mouthed morons who bob their heads and look shyly away, painfully avoiding anything which looks like real work. So, my hand goes up in the air again.

“Flattery.”

She nods, smiling encouragingly.

“Graciousness”

She smiles wide, “go on…”

“An appeal to self interest, a show of what they will be getting… make them think they a getting more than they really are.”

She whistles in cool admiration. “Duplicity.”

And I think at what’s on the board.

Intimidation. Humiliation. Guilt. Flattery. Graciousness. Appeal. Duplicity. And think, I have outlined myself and my attitude perfectly before my class, demonstrating perfectly and eloquently if not outright, what you need to know in order to wrap little sissy sub bitches around your little finger.

So think over that tonight as your finger punches in my number and you call me, as you click the p2v below and listen feverishly to me getting good and cocked by a REAL man…

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buy now… me, getting it on.

This weekend I have been fucked senseless. I thought the first time was enough, but I guess not. So, I decided to making a recording of fucking James tonight. It wasn’t meant to be fucking, just a little fingering because i really want to be fingered. I’d like to be fingered repeatedly over the course of hours…
sigh

so here’s the teaser: http://sweetsexyvicky.com/tease.mp3

and here’s the full version

I hope you enjoy.

Ok boys. All day Friday I will be at Summer’s house. We will both be logged in and available, and I will be hopefully coaching her through some calls. Be sweet and maybe you can get the two of us!

Summer is a sexy and feisty friend of mine who is very eager and just on the edge of kinky. Which one of you will be the one to shove her over that edge? Hmmm??

Vicky

POST SCRIPT

I could say any number of the things going through my head, but I won’t. I will just say this: James is out of town and I am gagging for it. Tonight I have English club (ha, so fucking lame) wherein I will be getting drunk and fantasizing about hate fucking 3/4 of the people there. Maybe more. Who knows??

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 am thrilled to be here, blogging to you all this lovely Christmas Eve. As I type, I am snuggled down in my new pjs, purchased by the wonderful J for me (thank you baby– they are perfect! the bottoms have little foxes and crowns on them, and the top has a big crown, a heart, and foxes on it too. I collect crowns/tiaras and after sheep, I am quite fond of foxes as well… thank you for remembering).

Jason in Wyoming– the slut who bought me my Kindle and is therefore permanently on my j’adore list has been back several times recently… he’s a desperate jerk who wants to suck cock…

uh oh! the phone is ringing… better get going… Merry Christmas!!

xxx Vicky

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.

I’m feeling like reading the Tao of Pooh or something, even though my tastes run more towards Eeyore. So here’s how I feel:

I’m just a little black rain cloud,
Hovering under a honey tree…
Only a little black rain cloud,
Pay no attention to me.

LOL.  Like I am trying to stick my hands in a honey jar and I don’t want anybody to catch me out.

I have a funny, sick feeling inside. My payment for the GRE sadly went through this morning (sadly because it’s Thanksgiving weekend, I paid them last Tuesday and it waited until today to go through… yammer yammer yammer)… and sadly because oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That means I am going to have to go take it. Jesus Christ. I let myself get wrapped up in my own bullshit last week to avoid writing my paper and studying for the GRE. Now I have five days? To knuckle down and smarten up. Cuz I have a great big fucking exam to do.

One of the questions on UCI’s application is an essay prompt:

In an essay, discuss how your personal background informs your decision to pursue a graduate degree. Please include any educational, familial, cultural, economic, or social experiences, challenges, or opportunities relevant to your academic journey; how you might contribute to social or cultural diversity within your chosen field; and/or how you might serve educationally underrepresented segments of society with your degree.

I like “Please include any social experiences or opportunities relevant to your academic journey… how you might serve educationally underrepresented segments of society with your degree.”

Mwahaha.  Remember this summer when I had the interview and my first response to “what will you bring to the table?” was “dances”??? Yeah.

I totally would like to argue that being a phone sex operator has definitely shaped me as a person, intellectually as a thinker because I don’t just make snap judgements as I perhaps used to, and that I would be bringing a fairly diverse and brotastic view of things to society. Frankly, I am deeply interested in some of the work being done in critical theory on sexuality and mixed media, and I have a unique background which affords me a different view point on the entire thing. I am not going to though, because it’s just a different level of unprofessional.

*Giggle* I just remembered the penultimate night of my last lit class. I was bitching to the instructor about GREs and papers and such and somehow, I don’t quite remember how, horribly mutilated penises found its way into our discussion (it was a group of us) the teacher was saying he had seen the worst, I was begging to differ. We all walked in a mob down to his office to peruse this book which had the scary mutilated penis picture in it, but he couldn’t find it. Steve (a cutie Liberal Studies major who blows glass and wants to teach elementary school)(actually, in retrospect Steve looks a little like someone who sent me their picture recently… creepy) was saying that he’d seen a video on YouTube where a dude took a box cutter to his ballsack and pulled out his testes and had some chick suck them. Totally reminded me of every douchebag caller who has ever been into eunich-ization. (I made that word up because I can’t be bothered to look it up.) So anyways, I kind of nodded at Steve and the teacher and said that I knew lots of guys at work like that– that my favorite guy who likes that shit was Actaeon the dude who is into being a deer and getting hunted. The look my teacher shot me was… different to say the least. Quite amusing. However, that’s proof that there’s a place for admitting you’re a phone ho and then a place for avoiding admitting it at all costs, regardless of how fucking excellent the segue into talking about your clients may be.

Between studying for the GRE and writing a paper this coming week, I will be making new mp3s. I’ve been rather astonishingly verbose here on the blog so I may as well start recording it.

1. 1. 1. Finger fucking. Yeah, this is number one, it will always be number one.
   2. 2. Getting gagged with a cock.
   3. 3. Facial money-shot. Mwaah. love it.
   4. 4. Getting to use your face as a pillow, all kinds of tonguing and clean-up. Puss and Ass.
   5. 5. Penetration. With just about anything– I do mean anything. Call me and ask me for a list.

So let us refer to #1 and something which has been on my mind for awhile. People, you read my blog. How do I know, because you call me, laughing sometimes so hard you have tears in your eyes. You mention it in emails and conversations. Why don’t you leave a comment? Are your comments being eaten by my spam catcher, or do you not want people knowing you were here? (If the answer is B you should rethink your purchase of the www.sweetsexyvicky.com bumpersticker, or the SSV owns me Lapel pin you purchased, cuz really.)

Alright, referring to #1. Finger fucking. It is my favorite, for so many reasons. Maybe this is lame but, I think that a certain part of me will always feel that mind-boggling out-of-body feeling I felt the first time a guy slid his finger into me. It was like nothing I have ever felt before; so full of promise and dizzying arousal. I remember being crushed up against his van, looking up at the amber haze in the sky from the street lights and thrilling that the neighbors might see. His heavy high school ring caught and snagged on my pantyhose, ripping them to shreds and his stubby fingers impatiently tore aside my panties. I can remember this vague, completely out of oxygen feeling as I started to flow away on hormones and the way his body shuddered against mine as he whispered “you’re so wet” in shock against my lips. I swear for a moment I detached from my body and could see the two of us from a different vantage point. ((Of course, what I don’t mention was there I was, virginal me, grinding against him, moaning and trying with every muscle and fiber in my body to get him to touch me rougher, pinch me, something— even then I wasn’t fragile thing.))

Of course, when I start thinking about that I think about the night I was laid out, flat on my back with a certain boy between my legs, shoving his fingers inside of me while his lips grazed my knees and thighs and I struggled oh-so-hard not to make any noise. That’s followed up quickly by the delicious feel of damp fingertips pressing against my lips and mouth, the smell of the boy and myself, the taste… *sigh*

I forgot to finish up on the topic. What’s got me all excited about fingerfucking?

I’ve been exceptionally sensitive to people’s hands lately. I’ve been thinking about hands, sizing them up, and comparing them etc etc. See, while my first true experience with finger banging came somewhat lateish in life– I was born with a hand fetish. Mr. S in the 5th grade– whoa. He used his hands to gesture and indicate all sorts of things, and I was his ever-patient disciple, sitting quietly in the second row, eyes huge as they tracked his gloriously huge hands through the air. I remember he had one of those chalk holder things that was like a mechanical pencil, only for chalk. Ostensibly it was to keep your hands from getting all chalky, but he played with it, twisting it in between his fingers as he lectured so that his fingertips with their blunt, short-cut nails always had a fine dusting of chalk on them.

Then their was C, a boy in my grade who had the most magnificent thumbs. I could (and did) stare at his thumbs all day long. I would sit, all quiet and shy in the corner by the teacher’s desk and stare longingly at C’s hands. I used to imagine biting them and sucking on them– and yeah that was in the 7th grade. So shameful!!

I think my next post will be about my top five favorite boy body parts.

ttys!

An actual conversation betwixt myself and the security guard on campus:

V– do you ever get bored out here?
SG- sometimes, but I like watching people
V– ooh, I bet you could write a paper on the mating habits of Cal State Students, as observed in the parking area.
SG– blank look.
V– [explains what  I mean]
SG– Something about my ex wives
V– you don’t look old enough to have exes.
SG– baby girl, I am old enough to be your daddy.
V– I’m older than I look– I am 28.
SG– blink. Ok, maybe not quite. Maybe a young daddy, like 15?
V- but would you be a very good daddy?!
SG– it depends on what kind of daddy you’re looking for… a daddy daddy, or one to smack your ass.
V–I am the one that likes to do the spanking….
SG– oh really!! I don’t like being spanked unless its with a wet noodle or a tongue…
V– how on earth do you spank someone with your tongue?!
SG– it’s easier to show than tell…
V– Is that old line still working for you? It used to work great for me…

blah blah blah lots of flirting and spank talk. eventually would down to Voting for Obama etc etc etc.

Had dinner with friends, it was nice. I am sicker than a dog now (ha. shows you what a fucking ho I am, sick with the mange and flirting with the security guard. I had to leave my silly class because I was getting close to hallucinating….)

mmmmmmm Brandon, your Klingon photon metaphor made me heart sigh. Call me or something… I love it.

Oh, and peoples… all bets are off. I know whats up now bitches. maybe 

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I just want to write this down real quick. Read this and pretend I am writing it to you

There is absolutely nothing like the feeling of your long, self-assured fingers sliding in and out of me, pushing into me, poking and prying into me and laying me bare under your direct gaze. Urging me closer to my own self fulfillment, plundering my secrets, devouring and savoring my darker, hidden corners. Quick with the flashy turn of wrist, slow to stroke my insides, you push and prod, hem and haw and balance me on the razor’s edge of orgasm, teasing me with your strong, capable hands. 

Hey my lovelies!

If you have talked to me recently you will have heard of my most recent sexual dilemma.  Or more like the most recent 2 dilemmas. (Dilemma 1 being the fact that James and I fucked around so hard Halloween night that my business now looks like I got myself fingered by Freddy-freaking-Kreuger)(dilemma 2 having to pertain to the following rant)

I am a girl. Ok, I am a girl who likes to think, likes to swear, loves to shop, be bossy, and put people in their places. I am a Dominant. That means that I have a dominant personality, I am an alpha female, I am in charge and I like being in charge.

It does not mean that I am dominating anyone. (Unless they ask for it). Domination takes 2 people, someone to be submissive and someone to be dominant. You cannot dominate someone if they do not let you. Likewise, you cannot be submissive or submit to someone if they do not realize that you are submitting to them.

For instance:

We are out to dinner and I tell you that you are buying, and you pay. I am just being a cow/bitch/rude person/myself. You actually agreeing with me is you agreeing with me, nothing in my demeanor forced you into saying yes, in fact you could have said no, but you didn’t. Likewise, I was not expecting you to say yes, therefore I was not dominating you because I did not have an expected positive outcome.

We are out to dinner and I tell you that you are paying and you are having the tilapia with macademia nut crust, white wine, and rice pilaf. I look you dead in the eye when I say it and I am serious. When you nod, you avert your glance and you are somewhat sexually aroused as you do as instructed. I know that you are sexually aroused and we are both aware of it. I am getting something from the exchange, beyond my meal.  I am dominating you and you are submitting to me.

There. I said it. I cannot dominate you without being aware that I am doing it and without you making a clear decision to submit to me. Furthermore, the kind of domination you are talking about is sexual in nature, and there has to be something to it. SO. 

If you want me to dominate you, slap your ass, boss you around, or otherwise– fucking ask me. Who knows what kind of reaction you will get.

If you want to be a tourist, then ask touristy questions.

’nuff said.

I am considering putting up a pool. guys, if you want to buy in to the pool you can contact me at sweetsexyvicky@gmail.com. The pool is to see what the hell is really happening. If we’ve talked, you know what I mean. If we haven’t, call me and get the low-down.

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mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Michael, and by Michael I mean NAVYBOY. I am sorry to say that, you’ve been replaced. His name is Brandon, and for some reason, in my head he looks like superman. He’s now boyfriend #1 (yeah, he kind of kicked James to the curb, but only because he is fantastic and has enthusiasm).

How can you not fall in love with someone who accepts how badly you want to have Eli Roth’s baby?

speaking of…

Eli– you didn’t answer my email. I am heartbroken. We could live in czechoslovakia together making horror movies… I could play with props… we could fuck and be nasty and I could be your muse. Seriously, think about it. Please. xxxxx Vicky

FINALLY

people, go vote! Tomorrow is election day– utilize your citizenship!! and vote no on prop 8 if you live in california.