John Tiny
January 25th, 2009Weekend Woes
January 25th, 2009Did you miss me on Friday while I was training Summer? I missed you!!
As you know, I have quite the thing for her, and I was oh-so looking forward to doing calls with her. She’s got the cutest little voice and the most adorable little squirm when she is uncomfortable– I was looking forward to the entire evening with quite a bit of gusto!! We did three calls together, and although she was nervous, she did fine.
If you’re looking for someone who will fuck you first and ask for your name later– call Summer. 
She’s still deliciously green and ready to give you what you want straight off the bat without making you pay for it.
As for me, people have been coming and going as per usual. Easy come, easy go. It’s amazing how a caller from five years ago will call you back and expect you to remember every little detail… what’s even more amazing is that you usually can. I like the certainty of knowing that, goodbyes are never really goodbyes, they are just farewells and until-next-times.
Of course, in the case of YAM, this may be a sad fallacy of logic. I think that I pissed him off big time last Friday. You have to understand, I am a direct kind of girl. I am frank, very, very frank. We were hardcore flirting and teasing over the phone, and I had been amped up from different calls throughout the evening and just like that: verbally I tripped and fell and I haven’t heard from him since.
Buuuuuuuuuuut… that could be because last week was a Monday holiday and he’s really pissed or his phone broke or a number of things. Haha. Do you guys like the lies I am telling myself?
A quick shout out to the following dedicates and then I have to go hit the phones even harder… I am not stopping tonight until I have 3 great (not mediocre) orgasms:
1. michael/slut: thank you so much for the fossil bag. Like I said, I was thinking it wouldn’t be until graduation that I got it– it’s perfect for a teacher, don’t you think?
2. justine: your boots are to-die-for hot. I am going to look like a fucking rockstar in them. Just gotta go get some awesome purple laces…
3. britt: my darling, darling britt. Because of you, I am the envy of every female at school. Thank you for showering me in shoes.
xxx Vicky
Announcing!! Tropical Tease!
January 22nd, 2009Ok 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??
Auctioning off some NF Cherry
January 18th, 2009Calling all you nasty fuckers:
My girlfriend Summer is starting out on Niteflirt this week. She’s a nasty but shy girl. So her first night, I will be at her house to *soothe* her nerves. I am auctioning off her niteflirt virginity. Starting bid is $25…
Happy New Year!
January 10th, 2009Ok, 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.
Merry Christmas!!
December 25th, 2008I 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
dumbfuck retard owned cockslut
December 21st, 2008I could go on and on, but since this guy is one of those useless and used tossrags who just goes from bitch to bitch on niteflirt slinging his tired old “I am a cocksucker with a small dick and can’t cum without …..” line like he is fucking *special* or some shit, I will save myself the trouble and linke to someone else’s black mail post. hahaha retard.
Here’s his addy (at least as of the 7th of april, 2006 so who knows… maybe his prostitute sucked his cash dry since then and he got evicted or something– who knows)
Wheeler Donald 9351 FONTAINEBLEAU BLVD Apt B-309 MIAMI FL (305) 220-5272 33172[...]
fucking muppet.
So anyways, the blog post is available here: dumbshit*PAWNEDcocksucker
And here’s the info I have on him:
His name is donald wheeler. He cannot get hard for a chick, cannot get hard for a dick– he can only get hard when he sniffs massive quantities of that lovely treasure video head cleaner– aka rush aka poppers. He can only acheive ejaculation when wasted on poppers and jacking off. He likes to suck cock. He is a dumbshit who loves my blog…
hmmm, theres more:
his email: streak39@hotmail.com and his phone number 305-495-8324.
gah.
dumbfuck donny
December 20th, 2008I 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.
Little Black Raincloud
November 29th, 2008I’m feeling like reading the Tao of Pooh or something, even though my tastes run more towards Eeyore. So here’s how I feel:
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.
Hello-ooooh! Where did my pants go?
November 28th, 2008I was dressed when I crawled pathetically into bed last night.
I was not when I woke up. And we’re not talking “just in panties” naked, we’re talking bare-ass starkers. Not only that but the clothing wasn’t in the bed or by the bed. I figured I got really hot and decided, half asleep, to strip down– but the clothing was nowhere to be seen. As I quite like the thermal I was wearing (it matches the pink/purple streaks in my hair) and the squishy comfy pj bottoms, not to mention cute the little PINK! panties I was wearing, I grew quite distressed over not knowing where my fucking clothes were.
Also. It’s eight-fucking-thirty in the morning. And I didn’t get off to bed until after 3.
Plus, I just checked the good old bank balance… I work my ass off last weekend and I don’t get paid. Typical niteflirt shenanigans.