Let’s face it an orgasm makes everyone feel better. Even a bad one is a good one. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Every night, even if I have fucked, I masturbate myself to sleep. For me it’s natural melatonin and I can rest all night. Weird, right? Not when you are an over thinker and can’t turn off your brain. A good orgasm shuts that right off.

I often get asked about what I think about when I masturbate. If I told you that, you would be shocked. It’s not what anyone would think about me, but for me, it does the job. What about you? When you set that scene up in your head, what trips the switch? I would love to know what gets people off when they fly solo.

Have you ever thought that maybe masturbation is better than real sex? Think about it. The only person that you need to give an orgasm is yourself. It’s a selfish concept, but one that I often wonder about. I cum hard all by myself. Sometimes better than when I have to worry about pleasing a partner. Not that I can’t, but I’m greedy. I want all the orgasms for myself.

Don’t deny yourself an orgasm.

So, here’s the challenge. I want to know what you think about when you jack off. Send me all the details of your favorite little kink. The writer in me is interested, but the highly sexual Goddess really wants to know. For me it’s about making all the dreams a reality, if only for a short period of time. Maybe I will tell your story in my next book, but don’t worry, all names will be changed to protect the deviant. I believe that we all have a story to tell, so how about yours? I want all the orgasm details.

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As the sun began to rise, I suddenly remembered why I left the blinds open the night before. Laying next to me was my latest escape. I think his name was Tom, but it could have been Ted. Honestly, I didn’t bother to remember it because I thought this one night stand would end with him leaving in the middle of the night. It wasn’t that I didn’t care for him. I’m not too fond of the early morning awkward goodbye. Something about this man made me want a little breakfast in bed.

As he slept, the outline under the sheet gave me a little hope that he would be dining in as well. His body defined underneath the now ruffled fabric, it was his midsection that caught my attention. Thick, long, and I could even see the large mushroom head of his cock. God, coffee is excellent in the morning, but cock is fantastic.

I traced my finger around his manhood, well, not touching him, but my finger moved as though I was a phantom ghost. Perched on my side, part of the sheet covering my bottom leg, it took all my self-control not to slide over and on while he slept. I was trying so hard not to be rude, but I have never been a sensible woman. Not when it came to men, at least. As much as I wanted him, I allowed this God of a man to sleep in my bed. That right, he would never know he was the first to last all night.

Rolling to my back, my hands refused to obey my mind. I brushed the tips of my fingers over my breasts. My nipples hardened almost immediately. I felt like a naughty teen who was about to get caught touching herself. What if he woke and saw me with my hands in my cookie jar? I’m honestly not shy, but I don’t know my morning lover, so do I care? Not in the slightest.

My fingers traced the pattern of a lover over my flesh, prickles of lust rising in their wake. I imagined his touch on my skin, the way he would take the remnants of the night before the lower he moved. Spreading my legs only a tiny bit, I bit my lip as my fingers teased the source of my heat. Still sleeping, my lover never moved an inch, but I felt as though he was watching me each time I closed my eyes to allow my body to escape into my bed of self-discovery.

As my breathing quickened, my fingers pushed deeper into the puddle of honey between my thighs. My own creation because of the condom wrapper from the night before lay on the nightstand. I might be reckless, but I’m not stupid.

Dipping deeper, I knew that if I was quiet, I could cum without this man even knowing, but wouldn’t it be better if it was him touching me? Too messy to have a second round with a stranger, though I wished for once that I wasn’t so scared of commitment. I was almost panting when the voice to the left of me stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Now, what do we have here this morning? Bad girl playing without me? I really should spank you for that,” he said.

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The Submissive Female inside of me was dwindling.

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Cunt?

Is anyone ever prepared for the first time someone calls them a filthy name?  

Whore!

Slut!

Cunt!

Oh, that last one will get you in trouble if you use it on the wrong woman. Before you hate something, shouldn’t you know what it is? 

Oxford Dictionary refers to the word cunt as “a woman’s genitals” You love the word pussy, but you can’t fathom the thought of someone calling it a cunt. Does that make any sense at all? Let’s test that out of a moment with two of the same scenarios. 

Scene: Laying in bed with your lover, his hands lovingly embracing you. Fingers are tracing over the soft folds of your womanhood. His voice hoarse, filled with lust. 

1. Baby, I love the sweet scent of your wet pussy. 
2. Sweetheart, I’ve never seen a vaginal as lovely as yours.
3. I want to fuck that cunt until you beg me to stop!

Can you honestly tell me which one you want to hear in the heat of the moment? Are you the sweet and straightforward housewife who finds sex to be a marital duty to your husband? Or, are you the wanton little cunt who sent the kids off to school so she would call her husband home for a day of fucking? 

Remember the first time someone ever called you a name that you found offensive, and your mother said, “Sticks and stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you?” Was there comfort in knowing that no one could hurt you because of something they said in the heat of the moment? Argument, passion, or general conversation, we use words to convey our feelings to one another.

Let’s pull back the layers of a word and find out what’s inside that dreaded word that women fear so much.

Cunt

1. On the surface, you find a derogatory word used for a promiscuous woman. She might be a whore, a slut, but call her a cunt, and she is suddenly the kind of woman that you keep your husband, children, and family away from knowing.
2. The middle of the word digs a little deeper into the foundation of the way the word’s used. Was the phrase cunt used in anger, sexual situations, or maybe someone said it for shock value. Every case will give it a new meaning. 
3. The bottom layer of the word is the one you, yourself, place on it. A lot of this comes from our upbringing, homelife, and religious beliefs.

A word is just a word until you give it meaning. If we continue to cry about what someone called us, we forget the beauty within. I am a firm believer that a woman owns a vagina, a pussy, and yes, she owns a cunt. So next time someone calls you by that dreaded word, smile. There is no greater honor than to be referred to as one of the most beautiful parts of a female body. 

Live well, and remember always to use your words wisely.

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Let me first start by telling you that if you’re sensitive to ageplay, then this might be where you want to stop. Some sites including niteflirt do not allow this form of roleplay. I as a writer wanted to address the terminology. Please ask your phone girl before you assume she is okay with this fetish.

I want to begin this blog by making a confession. I have worked in the sex industry for a long time now. Before anyone jumps to the conclusion that I am a whore, let me address that as well. Yes, yes, I am and it’s time that I stop hiding the fact that I sell sex for a living. No, I am not standing on a street corner or even visiting men in hotel rooms. I am that girl that you call late at night and confess your dirty secrets to. The girl who knows everything that you want to tell your wife, but you can’t out of fear. I want to get rid of one of the long standings lies that we are all a bunch of old ladies laying on the couch and popping bon bons while the kids are at school. Total lie! So, now that we have addressed that, let’s get into the fetish of daddy daughter/ daddy little girl. Before you run away, just know that this is more common than you would think.

What is dd/dlg?

DDLG, or DD/LG, is an acronym for daddy dom/little girl, a sexual relationship where the dominant male is the daddy figure, and a woman plays the role of a young girl. (dictionary.com)

Are you still lost? Don’t feel bad. Many people stop right here and label this “sick”. It’s roleplay in the bedroom, and no minors are hurt in the process. Both the “daddy” and the “daughter” are will participants in this fetish. Each may be there for a different reason, but in the end, they both are feeding a need that otherwise would be illegal.

Who is involved in this community?

It would surprise you how many men and women hide little boxes in the back of their closet that contain fetish wear other people would never understand. There is nothing to be ashamed of, and letting the mind feed the needs is healthy. Have you ever heard that “if you bottle that up, you’re going to explode”? It would surprise you how many people enjoy this kink but are too afraid to tell anyone. Maybe even your husband or wife. Never say never, and remember, I am the one they tell those secrets too.

Is this fetish legal?

Yes, God yes. Remember, this is all a mind fuck, and everyone is a consenting adult over the age of 18 can roleplay dd/dlg.

How does one get started?

Trust, trust, trust, you can’t play without it. There are so many forms of this fetish that the first thing you need to remember is to have good communication with your partner. Know ahead of time if this is just a nurture relationship or is this going to be sexual? Will penetration occur and is there a limit to how far the other party is willing to go? Some only seek cuddles and soothing words, where others want full submission to their daddy dominate. Know where you are going before you travel down the path of dd/dlg roleplay.

Dd/dlg terminology:

Credit here given HERE.

Who is involved in this community?

DDLG: Dominate daddy/ little girl

DDLB: Dominate daddy/ little boy+

DMLG: Dominate mommy/ little girl

DMLB: Dominate mommy/ little boy

Little: The person taking on the younger role.

Middle: The person in the younger role, but older than a little.

Safe word: They should always establish a word before the play begins that tells the partner that the other person is not okay with the scene. Both should respect this word and stop when used.

There is so much to be added here, but the main thing I want to say is to open up to your partner. Share the kinks, desires, and fetishes. More than likely, they are afraid to share theirs as well. A healthy sex life begins in the mind not the bedroom.

Let me know if you want to hear more about the world of phone sex. I can’t give names, but the juicy details are shocking!

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Whether you’ve done phone sex for years, or this is your first time, there are a few hints to make the experience better.

What do you like? Please for the sake of you and the operator, don’t say “Anything” “You choose” “Uhm, I don’t know”. Please understand that phone sex is not mind reading. These girls want to make the experience the best you’ve ever had, but unless you tell them what you enjoy, they will never know. I love when a guy comes to me with not just his cock in his hand, but thoughts in his head. We love to get you off, but we can’t do it alone.

Taboo’s? Yes please. Wait, that’s just me. Please ask the operator if she has any taboo’s or restrictions before you proceed. Most don’t, but a few have triggers that they don’t want to cross. Be thoughtful.

Phone sex is Safe sex!

Free minutes? Yes, some of us will give them to an established customer, but we don’t hand them out like Halloween candy to everyone who comes to the door. Just like you work for a living, so do the girls. For the most part phone sex is a lot of fun, but there is an occasion or two that we really put in the overtime.

Free or Custom pictures? Please do not judge a girl on whether you get these. A tribute is expected for pictures, and custom ones for the most part have to be arranged. Not everyone gives them, so please be kind.

Feedback? So you hated the call and now you plan on ruining this girl. Why? Ask yourself if you’ve ever had an off day or if someone didn’t click with you. A simple email or even blocking the girl is all that’s needed. I might not be your cup of tea, but believe me, I am someone’s shot of whiskey. Don’t ruin my day by being an asshole just because you can.

Ready for some real fun? Call me on Niteflirt.

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Everyone has a fantasy that they keep bottled up out of fear. Do you? Let me know in the comments if there is something you are dying to try, but too scared to ask. I will share one of mine, but just know, the darkest ones can’t be told here.

I arrived at the restaurant alone, but not for long. My date arranged by a dear friend, all I knew about the man was that he was older. Glancing around the place, I knew him the moment I saw him. Dressed in a suit, the older male looked like he walked out of Vogue magazine. Salt and pepper gray hair, eyes that soaked my panties with one glance, and that smile. God, that smile sent shivers up and down my spine. He was perfection wrapped up in one person. I never in my wildest of dreams thought I could get a date with this fantasy man.

Fantasy can at times be better than the real thing.

A quick peck on the check, exchange of names, and the night began. We started off with casual chit chat, but the sparks were evident the moment our eyes met. He was like those men on the cover of a romance book. Perfect in every single way. A fantasy to most, but my perfect reality. He ordered for both, not even asking me what I wanted. That was a first for me. Most of the time I get the scatter brained type who stumble through their words, but right here, this man was all class.

“Panties off!” He said.

As though I was a deer caught in the headlights, I did as he asked. Once off I handed them over, watching as he brought them to his nose, inhaling deep. God damn! I might have came a little at that moment. Handing over a small box, the man smiled as he drank his wine.

“Open it and go to the bathroom and slide it in,” he said.

I opened the box and gasped. It was a small egg vibrator. One of those operated with a remote control. Do you want to know what happened next? Call me on niteflirt and complete the fantasy. A little hint, I can never return to that restaurant again.

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