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. 

It works like this:

I post a message to you in my blog, and you come running like a sweaty, nervous hound, heeling to your mistress’s call.

Then I tease you, and taunt you as you beg for mercy.

I dig up some old dirt, smear it on the internet… and share it with the world.

For a moment then, I sit, breathless in anticipation of your reaction… wet with the knowing of what’s to come.

And then we dance… MY dance… to the tune of $150.

*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.

*edited at the cost of $150*

*re-edited at the cost of yet another $50* (cue my delightfully impish laughter here boys)

M is one of my favorite little cuckolds

I just love playing with him, teasing him about his cuckold fantasies and then threatening him with exposure. There are days when I think, god. How fucking lucky am I that I get to brain fuck men like M? Does my job have the ultimate in job satisfaction or what?

I get to make insane amounts of money, torment people to my heart’s content, talk trash, and get off. This is not including tributes and gifts. A girl can’t get much happier, I tell you.

Ok, a certain cuckold could be kneeling betwixt my thighs right now, lapping the sweet cream of my pussy up as I replayed a fantasy for another client, or raped some poor housewife’s “rainy day” jar while her husband spanked his cock to the sound of my voice….

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I just want to confide a little secret, a puzzling one. It’s good to mention in conjunction with the previous posts.

In my life I have often suffered from a plethora of _____. When I dated Dan, I met three other Dan’s and ended up sleeping with them. Likewise Paul, Harry, Michael, Steven, and even Barry. I am like  a magnet, and this also holds true for phone clients. Occasionally you will call me and announce, “Hey Vicky, this is Frank!” and instead of finding that I have recognized you instantly, I will respond “Which one?” most likely because another Frank may have just been on the phone with me– I kid you not.

However, I have 2 people who remain special and unique in their very own rights. Scotty and James. You both know who you are. And yes, I’ve only ever had 1 of you at a time. Figuratively as well as literally.

Steves, Michaels, and Pauls though… that is a completely different story.

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

I am currently sitting in a line waiting for the ballroom to open so I can watch the star wars fan film awards. God. It’s been forever since the first fan film awards came out and then that damn tauntaun movie won (barf) so I stopped watching altogether.

Anyhow, it’s been a pretty good day so far– still running into people I know all over the place, so that’s good. I am going to be in line for awhile so if you want to give me a holler– I will be available for the next hour and forty-five minutes.

Vicky

xxx

605 380 6746

Dave is in South Dakota and likes to party hard!! His email is: ultlick2@yahoo.com  and he really needs to lose his sexual virginity (yes boys– he’s never had the pussy) to a huge cock!!

Email or call him for a good time (or just to mock the sorry bastard).

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.

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…)