*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.

I am in a class that is teaching me (and testing me) on my ability to:

create a microsoft word document

respond to an email

change a font

attach something to an email

and many more things that are so freaking far below my level of computer stuff that I am currently drooling buckets into my starbucks, trying to stay awake, and wishing that I could beat the shit out of one of you punks just to entertain myself.

Should I turn in my blog as an example of being able to use this new-fangled and confusing technology?!

I am shameful! I can’t believe I have been sitting here waiting for calls and never thought to come here and say, “hey! I am back!”

I have bounced back admirably and have spent the last 4 days in a house chock full of very nice looking men (boyfriend included) for roughly 16 hours a day. It was a lot of fun, innuendos were flying at a rapid place and every so often one would hear boyfriend calling for me… but I was indisposed. *giggle*

Let me tell you it takes a LOT of time and effort to keep a houseful of men/boys very happy and lucky for me they were all of age (even if just barely). I could have gotten into a lot of trouble!!

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In recent news, Thank you Scotty for my Kitchen-Aid mixer. I am planning on doing shameful things with it

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

Okay it’s back to school time for me. I am in class from 6-9 pm every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. But that’s okay because except for in my multimedia classes last winter, I am in a class that has more male students than females. (Finally)

I have to tell you, it’s so much fun to play world of warcraft during lecture and have 2-3 different guys trying to watch your action– wishing they could 1. date you 2. play and 3. that they could suck or fuck their way to a grade like yours truly. (wink)

Seriously.

I tend to leave the boring classes for summer. Math– summer. Science– Summer. African American history– Summer. oooh! So I am in another Science class– human biology. I can’t wait until we study reproduction. As a matter of fact, we have a writing project for this class, it’s to write a paper on something which portrays itself as being scientific when it isn’t.

I love telling my fellow male classmates what I have chosen. Extenze. Yep. Of course I wink and promise to let them know what my findings are… if I don’t ask them if they would like to be part of my own exclusive clinical study…

JF called me tonight, he had ADD of the perv-mind and I love it. Unfortunately it ended up in me being so unbelievably horny I’d probably mount a jackhammer right about now if I could find one… I swear. The nastier they are, the harder I fall. Yum.

When asked what you will be bringing to the table, do not snicker and think “table dances”.

I have never had a formal job interview where I was interviewed by a panel. I am pretty sure that nodding and informing the panel that I was nervous, it was my first time, but ‘what the hell, it’s good practice’ was not the best way of displaying my character.

Neither was informing the principal that he looked like he needed to unwind and he should call me sometime– on my $1.70 line. *sigh* That only happened in my head, thank god, because if it had happened in real life I would definitely not have gotten the job. I will just have to wait and see how it went.

I am still in Las Vegas– having a pretty good time too, catching shows etc.

Last night I did Zumanity @ the NY,NY hotel– it was very interesting and fun to watch! However, the best bits were too short by far! And, as with Bite @ the Stratosphere– there was NOT enough whipping!! Not nearly enough. I’d love to find a show that had more than enough, mmmmm.

My favorite Zuman by far, it won’t surprise some of you to know, was a Faun. He was very well built, very dark– near coal black and of course, dressed as a faun. His costume consisted of a pair of see thru leotard bottoms with ‘hair’ to simulate goat legs (nicely done) and a pair of the cutest little horns atop his bald head. I think I would like to adopt him.

There was a rubberdoll– but she did not perform, she only came onstage at the end… I was disappointed. I will be taking calls today until about 4 and then again after about 10 as tonight I am quite worn out from every/thing/one else I have been doing!!

kisses!!!

So Monday next week (June 16th) I am spending the night @ the Marina Del Rey Ritz Carlton! I am very excited!! I can’t wait and it’s all thanks to a very super special caller *mwah* to bf #1 for paying for a night @ the Ritz and spend the following morning in the spa getting this pedicure treatment:

Walk of Fame Feet

(show details)Exclusive Murad Treatment
50 minutes/ $85 USD

A wonderful pedicure starting with a luxurious pomegranate scrub, a deep foot and leg massage to relieve stress and fatigue utilizing the Pomegranate body oil, followed by a Vitamin C Infusion treatment. A paraffin dip adds to the experience.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you to bf #1. J– you rock so hard, *mwah*

Now, as some of you know I have been planning a little get away to Las Vegas over summer break. Monday is the start of my break and next week will be kind of hectic for me in terms of when I will be getting calls, partying and fucking. However, rest assured that I will be taking calls next week and that the hotel has wifi internet access so I will be answering email etc. I hope to hear from you guys all throughout the week so I can tell you the nasty things I have been up to!

I will be posting random pix of my time in vegas on here for y’all as well.

xoxox Vicky

remember bf #2 (I barely remember bf #2…)

After over a year of looking, considering, and debating with my inner scardey-cat self I am currently laying flat on my back in a tattoo parlor. (Have I mentioned recently how much I LOVE my Kindle?) The needle both hurts more and less than I expected. Less because I am a total baby when it comes to receiving pain, and the expectation of pain is always a major psych-out. More because at times it is as though I can feel it digging straight through my skin and down into the bone. It’s not too bad– but I got over the novelty abou twenty minutes ago and now just want it to be over & done with. LOL