Men tell me all the time how much they appreciate being able to call me, and discuss anything they want with me without fear of judgment or repercussions like you could expect in everyday life.
I guess there aren’t many phone sex operators these days willing to do anything, no boundaries, no taboos, and just be yourself. I’ve had men asking for everything from giving it to them up their ass while their wife is at work to hooking them up with some sweet young thing to involving some furry friends in the mix. Nothing surprises me, and nothing is off limits, and the men seem to really love it. I have to say, I rather enjoy myself with these wild requests, too. Some of them excite me just as much as they do the men I’m talking to, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. I mean, some of those things are just so kinky: like bondage, domination, submission, furry friends. Honestly, I think everyone is secretly turned on by them, but so many are afraid of being judged for it that they just start judging others. Who am I to blame them? I have my own downfalls. So, I just talk to my guys, and we enjoy ourselves.








Junior came knocking on my door tonight. Apparently his grandmother ripped him a new asshole for going to jail for being abusive to me. Being the good little granny’s boy that he is, he came over to apologize and invite me to dinner with his grandma. He kept his head ducked the entire time he talked to me, blushing while he did. So, rather than accept his apology and invitation, I told him that I wouldn’t without him looking me in the eye and meaning it, instead of bringing it to me like the scolded, pansy-ass little school boy he was being.












