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Fun with Transsexuals

Posted in Role Play with tags , , on January 25, 2010 by sexwars

I recently added a transsexual character to my lineup, and it took me a while to get into character.

I’m not sure why–I like cross dressers, of course.  I like gay sex (seriously, gay porn is SO MUCH better than straight porn, watch some, you’ll see what I mean) so why did I have such trouble with the transsexual bit?

I don’t know.  I kinda wish I did.

But I’m pretty much over that now.  I like that now, when I get a call for my transsexual character, I can enjoy it, talk about stroking my long, hard dick, get demanding to the men, things like that.

I think it’s interesting, though, how many of the men say the same thing about that.  They tell me some story of how they got into transsexuals and how much they want my cock, but most of them then add the statement, “But I’m not gay.”

Where IS this coming from?  Aren’t we beyond that now?  I thought we, as a society, had more or less come to accept the concept of homosexuality.  Granted, there are still pockets of resistance–and I live in the south, where the pockets are probably more abundant than elsewhere–but the debate on gay marriage, to me, speaks to a situation where much of the country has accepted that homosexuals are just like us.

And I get that my job has warped my original view of what “normal” sex looks like, but to me, and I suspect in the gay community as well, being “gay” has less to do with the occasional desire to suck cock and more to do with now you identify.  I can’t imagine the gay community force recruiting people.  (“We hear you sucked cock once in 2008, that’s it, you’re one of us now.  Come quietly.”)

I know this is random and not so much a story about a caller.  But there you go.  I was just pondering transsexuals.

Now, suck my dick.



Glory Be

Posted in Oral Sex with tags , , on January 22, 2010 by sexwars

The title of this post makes me feel guilty; it’s my Catholic roots acting up again.

I’m not actually thinking about the prayer “glory be” as much as I’m thinking about glory holes.

We all know what those are, right?  Glory holes?  Urban dictionary, for anyone that doesn’t:

Ok?  Movin’ on.

I have no actual personal experience with glory holes.  Despite my alter ego’s protestations to the contrary, I’m not actually a slut or even in any way promiscuous.  I tend to limit my adventurous side to a single partner at a time.

That having been said, I think this is incredibly hot in a very naughty way.

I love the caller who goes to porn shops for the express purpose of sucking other men through the glory holes.  I imagine the men who utilize the holes are aware that some of the suckers–or most?  I’m not really sure what the gender breakdown is on that–are men, and probably they’re either fine with it or willing to pretend that it’s a hot girl on her knees on the other side of the wall.

He says he’ll stay there for hours, sucking dozens of men, swallowing their come, learning their cocks.

I cannot tell you how much I wish I could get over my instinctive recoil regarding the personal safety and/or cleanliness of the cocks involved enough to be able to try it.  I really do.  I think it’s incredibly sexy and dirty and naughty and all the things I wish I was in my darkest moments.  I love sucking cock, although I love sex more, and tend to end up having more sex than oral sex as a result of that, but still, that’s an incredible thing to me.  No face, no emotional connection, nothing.  Just you and the cock, the sight and the taste and the feel of it.  I think it’s as close to pure sex for it’s own sake as anyone can get.

This is, I know, a bit of a departure from the usual posts, but that’s what I felt like doing today.  I feel a little exposed, but there you go.  Now you know something about me you didn’t before.  🙂

Sex and Death

Posted in Role Play with tags , , on January 21, 2010 by sexwars

No, not necrophilia.  Geez.  Although I admit, given what else I’ve written about, it’s not that far from possible.

This is about a man who has unresolved issues with his brother.

Opinion of me, not in any way a trained mental health professional.

However, I don’t think it’s a big stretch, considering that he talks about his brother’s funeral–nearly 11 years ago now–and wants me to describe having sex with him on top of the casket.

So far, so good.

No, really, that’s easy.  Pretend it’s a table, right?  I can fuck on a table.  I, personally, can fuck on a table, not just my alter ego. THAT’S how easy it is.  And I could probably get the extremely vanilla sex loving boyfriend to go with it, too, which says something else about table sex.  But that’s not where it ends, of course.

Because it’s NOT a table.  It’s a coffin.  A coffin containing the body of his dead brother.

No, I don’t know how he died.  I can’t imagine it was a GOOD death, given that the guy is probably mid-30s, now.  His brother was probably in his 20s when he died.  None of which is relevant, of course.

So we’re talking about wardrobe–sure, I always wear short flippy black skirts to funerals, sans underwear–and then we’re on top of the coffin, fucking.

“What would you say to him?” he groans, clearly getting close.

Well, fuck.  I don’t know.  The wrong thing could totally ruin his groove and I don’t want that.

“Mmmmm,” I murmur, buying some time, “Your brother is fucking me so good right now.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” he groans.

“And you’re never going to get to feel it.”

Apparently, the sibling rivalry thing never really goes away, because that did it for him.

Doggie Style

Posted in Bestiality with tags , , on January 19, 2010 by sexwars

This was my introduction to the wonderful world of bestiality.

In retrospect, I should have been far more cagey when he asked if that was my dog he heard in the background.  Having never had a bestiality call, I didn’t realize that answering yes to that question would lead to a situation where he would spend 20 minutes fantasizing about fucking my sweet little pup.


I know that people fuck animals, I do.  It doesn’t creep me out when it’s random animals, just when it’s my personal dog, that I’ve had since she was a puppy.

“Would you be jealous?”  he asked repeatedly, “If I wanted to fuck her?”

“I wouldn’t be jealous,” I responded, completely truthfully–there’s no implied competition with a dog, after all–“but I don’t want her to be hurt.  If she seemed like it was hurting her or that she wasn’t enjoying it, then I’d not want you to do it.”

“But if she was into it, then I could fuck her?”

Question: how do you determine that a dog is “into it”?

“Sure, if she was into it, you could fuck her.”

“Every night?”

“Um…sure….if you like.”

“Except when she’s in heat, or is she fixed?”

“She’s fixed,” I reply, slightly more wary this time around.

“Oh, good, you never know.”

Um…ok.  Never know what?  Because my memory of bio classes indicates that no, she’s not getting pregnant from him.  Granted, not everyone has taken biology, but if it was me, I’d do a fast google search before ejaculating in a different species.  That’s just me, though.

I couldn’t take it after a while, I had to ask.  “Have you fucked dogs before?”

“Not dogs,” he says, almost abashed.  “But sheep, I’ve fucked sheep.”

“And what’s that like, what makes it better than pussy?”

I’m genuinely interested, it’s not that common to fuck animals and I’m wondering what the appeal is.

“They are MUCH tighter than a pussy,” he says, as if that explains it all.

Oh.  Well, then.  Carry on.

Bukkake fun

Posted in Oral Sex with tags , , , on January 18, 2010 by sexwars

I kinda really like the bukkake crowd.  I mean, it’s not for me.  But they’re a fun group of people, in an “invest in high quality face wash” kind of way.

This guy, he kinda rocks my world.  He says (of course, I believe nothing on faith) that he likes nothing more than to have his face covered in come.  And so he asks his friends to bring THEIR friends and will have massive bukkake sessions where 30-70 guys will cover him in come.

The first time he said it to me, I was HIGHLY skeptical, simply because that many men should produce an alarmingly large amount of, um, fluid.  And so I asked him, how does that work?  Do they all blow at once, or what?  Because that seems like a suffocation type hazard.

“No, no, not all at once, OBVIOUSLY,” he responded, as if I was an idiot.  “They go one at a time, there’s no, like, mass orgasm or anything.  I have to suck each one just till he’s ready to come, so there’s no way they’d all be able to come at once.”

This seemed like a vast undersell of the general male ability to achieve orgasm with practically no stimulus whatsoever.  I mean,  I’ve known men to come from much, much less than just watching someone else come.

I suggested that to my caller, that perhaps the other men might occasionally be so turned on by watching him suck cock and get covered in come that they have no choice but to shoot their load.

He pondered it for a minute and then said, “Maybe they do, you know I close my eyes when I’m sucking cock, I might have missed the entire thing.”


Blood and Glory

Posted in Anal with tags , , , on January 13, 2010 by sexwars

So, here’s the thing.  I’m not really ABOUT blood.  I prefer not to experience it.  I don’t have an issue with it–I’ve been both a blood and plasma donator in my time–but it’s not something I seek.

I’m the one that when her OB/GYN said, hey, this has a few risks but you’ll stop having periods, said, YES.  Sure, fine, I’ll sign whatever waiver you like.  Sign me up immediately.

I say this because this is a serious WTF I’m about to lay down.  And if you’re very squeamish about blood, look away.

I am aware there are men that are not opposed to blood.  These men will gladly have barebacked sex during heavy flow days.  Some of these men will engage in cunnilingus during those days, although that’s less common.  These men are sissies compared to this guy.

“I pay a high school girl to masturbate for me,” he says, “and today she said she was on her period and couldn’t, so instead I paid her to give me the used tampon out of her pussy.  I put a little cream on it and inserted it in my ass.  It’s still there now.”

WTF?!  No, that’s not strong enough.  WTF?!?!  Closer.

“Mmmmm….that’s so hot,” I murmur.  Thinking, that’s SO fucked up.

“When’s your period coming?” he asked.  This is not that subtle.  Not like my friend that enjoys bestiality who worked in a question regarding pet ownership way in advance of asking to fuck my dog.  *shudder*

“Next week, maybe the week after,” I say, not wanting to enter into a discussion about my birth control and why I don’t get periods and that nonsense.

“Will you send me your used tampons?”

“I can’t have contact with you outside of the phone line,” I say.  Which is true.

“I wouldn’t tell,” he pleads.

“Hmmmmm,” I say.

“That sounds like a no,” he says, all petulant.

“They MONITOR these calls, you know,” I tell him, which is true.  I’m not sure how frequently or how, but technically, I know that every word I say could be heard again by my bosses.  “There’s no way to arrange a thing like that.”

“I bet you could if you wanted to,” he says, still petulant.  This is true, of course.  I could probably find his information and track him down online.  I do not wish to do so.

“What ELSE do you like?” I ask, in desperation…but that’s a story for a different day.