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There's a fresh bouquet of wildflowers sitting on the end table. I swear it's whispering sweet enchantments and giving me come-hither looks. Those blossoms are just begging to be made into a flower crown. I also have an overwhelming urge to gather together all my favorite sissies, dress you up in frilly pink frocks, and make you dance around a maypole with me.

I know. It's a bit fey. My mother read me lots of Tasha Tudor books when I was a little girl and this always looked like a rollicking good time. Actually, now that I've gone and looked up that print, I have a strange hankering to hang that on my wall somewhere. If any of you decide to buy it for me, I will give you a free 30 minute call. You would need to contact me first, of course, to get an address.

And also? The first one of you to send me a picture of yourself wearing a flower crown in your hair gets a free 10 minute call. You must be an existing customer and you must be holding up a hand written sign that that says, "Shannon's flower girl." It's just another way for you to make me smile.

I've had lots of smiles lately, courtesy of my favorite sweethearts, sluts and perverts. I got to tease and suck the sweetest of Kentucky gentleman. I've met some new sissies, like that charming little cocksucker, Chrissy and the delicate, ultra feminine Michelle. Precious girls! I turned my daddy into a panty wearing slut and used all my dirty church girl wiles to seduce that nice Christian man. I got to help turn a football player wannabe into an honorary cheerleader slash cum receptacle. And I found proof that Portland has much cooler guys than southern Oregon. Hi Eric! :)

So yes, I am all smiles.

I love my Emilys. Yes, there are now two Emilys, both darling redheads. I lead a charmed life. :) First, there is my adorable sissy sister who has been playing with me since my first week as a phone girl. I have transformed her into everything from an angel to a cheerleader to a ballerina to dozens of other pretty girls. She is eager and very malleable. A couple months ago, I met a second Emily. She has fluffy, copper-colored pigtails and the most radiant smile I have ever seen.

The hottest car salesman on the planet is responsible for quite a few of my recent orgasms and also this week's two shoe obsessions: the boysenberry leather high heeled thongs and these strappy rose heels. Great taste in shoes, great taste in music and he tastes good, too. Yeah, I'm a fan.

I can't help it. I crave it sometimes, I really do. Hard, aggressive, rough sex. That's when men like the sexy salesman sure do come in handy. Or Matt! Yesterday I purposely cockteased him to the point of no return. Once I got my neighbor hot enough, he made sure he fucked me long and hard. That's twice I've gotten bent over and drilled this week. They do say good things come in threes, right?

My sweet brother J. is the best incest fuck ever. I love it when he murmurs his protests in that gentle Texas drawl. He's so helpless, so innocent and so thoroughly screwed. There's no way in hell I'm going to stop using his body.

Imagine that your ex-wife "acquires" your body do to some clever corporate machinations. You are forced to undergo a quick, painless procedure where the two of you swap bodies. The corporation rules give your company's managers carte blanche to pound your pussy anytime they catch you in the hallway. Intrigued? Well, you should be. Laci and I have been playing out this ongoing role play she concocted for us. It's a lot more complex than I can sum up here, but suffice it to say it is dead sexy and tons of fun. I think it's time for another acquisition request, Laci...

I've been playing with this fella from New Jersey. He has a strange dental nickname, so at first I thought we were going to be playing some new tooth fetish thing. I had my trampy tooth fairy outfit all planned out in my mind, but it turns out he just likes straight sex. Really hot, yummy, fun straight sex. Mutual orgasms are part of the package, so of course I'm happy.

The Little Squirter has been chock full of horny lately. We were going to go another round earlier, but we couldn't get our timing to mesh today. Now he's nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of tasty dicks dance in his head. I wonder if he's drooling. I'll have to make it up to him with a nice hard face fucking later.

Diaper Jeff: You are just adorable. I think it's almost time for another round of pictures, isn't it?

I used to think the Salt Lake City area was all full of goody two shoes. Someone helped dispel that myth recently when he told me all about his wife's horny young niece. I loved getting to play her part in our fantasy, especially since I have a magic wand just like hers. Playing along at home is great!

Dear Seanie, are you proud of me for updating, sweetie? Call me back when you read this. I have Blow Out dish! And also? I need to hear you say, "Awwwww, honey, that was fantaaaaastic" in that pretty, moany way that only you can. Love, Shannon.

Because I'm a redhead and naturally more luscious than other girls, I can get away with things. Like biting. A sharp tug of my teeth right around the head of his cock drives hottie J.R. wild. That's the best use I've found for my teeth yet.

Mr. Nasty sounds so proper when he calls. "Yes, I'm calling about the phone sex." Really, he should say, "Yes, I'm calling about the fisting, tp, ass fucking and dirty dildo licking." Haha. He does such dirty things to himself for my pleasure. If the rest of RI only knew!

Actually, he does have some serious competition for the title of Mr. Nasty, though. John puts on one mean cam show. The best part is when he rolls over and squirts his load of cum right into his own mouth!

Oh! Speaking of dirty boys, I need the latest shemale report, buttslut! You know I require all the details of your reaming! Are you gaping? I just bet you are...again!

Sometimes I just have to slut it up. TW could tell you all about that. He's in the know. All the cocks and all the cuckolding, he's heard every salacious detail. Of course, he has some personal experience, too. His girlfriend has been known to go hog wild at those frat parties. Word on campus is she's gotten major plans for this weekend. Maybe I'll snitch her out...

The cultivation of Mr. H's kink has been one of my proudest accomplishments as a phone slut. The first time we chatted he was shocked, but reluctantly intrigued, at my cuckold suggestion. A little later we progressed to fluffing. Now he's ready for his friend to drill his hot virgin ass. Now that's progress!

Oh, Christina, Christina. You'll never learn to stay away from my panties, will you? Well, you'd better not. I have far too much fun catching you and chastising you. Besides, I think you were made for my dildo. You look divine bouncing up and down on it. You were delicious again.

Blackmail is such a heady word. I keep rolling it around on my tongue, savoring it. Thank you for the pleasure, Jamie. Those depraved recordings would come in awfully handy if I were ever forced to take drastic measures. But it won't come to that, will it? You know what to do. Start with my foot...

Hey, I'm not just a pornstar, you know. I also direct. It's hard work, setting up the 'special' shoots for my most finicky clientele, but the payoff makes it all worthwhile. I have this new star who I just know J. is going to adore. I acquired her through slightly unconventional means, but I doubt he will mind.

I was taught it's poor manners to mock genetic defects, but three inches? Three fucking inches rock hard, B.? I'm going to say a little prayer for Maria tonight.

I found a new fucktoy Saturday afternoon. I knew we would get along the instant that I heard his voice. I liked the way it rumbled a bit. He said he wanted a playful, sensually dominant world. "Oooh, check. I can do that." I enjoyed exploring his body with licks, sucks, nips and scrapes but of course the fuck felt best. He likes it when he can't see it, when his eyes are squeezed closed and he just feels the rhythm of the dildo (or more?) steady and hard and deep. He sounds good when he comes, too. I like this fucktoy a lot lot lot.

If I ever write a song about my favorite things, it will have to include the noises JohnM makes when I torture his cocks. Way better than doorbells and sleigh bells.

Sex slaves are, by their very nature, fun to have. Exerting that level of control over another person is intoxicating enough, even when you're stuck with a dimwitted sycophant. But when you have a brilliant man clicking his heels for you? Unbelievably entertaining. One of my favorite slaves is a doctor, but that doesn't stop him from sliding his eager lil tongue up my ass on a regular basis. And just last week, I landed another professor. Those academics are some kinky fuckers, lemme tell ya! I've known him a week and already, he's more dedicated to me than to his wife. Oh, the places I plan to take him...

I want Candy. I want a constant supply of that little slut. Humiliating her is a rush, especially when she calls from the front desk of the hotel. They have no idea who's working for them, do they?

My favorite Marine...well, retired marine now, called me today. Eeeee! I wanted to squeal, I was so happy. I know he was frustrated that I have been a bit hard to reach lately, but I promised him I would fix that in the immediate future. My only condition was that he promptly fuck me really hard. Oh boy, did he ever do it! They sure raise those boys right out in New York!

Calling all cuckolds. Help me school Jim, will ya? He's a tad naive. His ravishing sex-loving wife was cheating on another man when he met her. Lately, she has gotten unusually cozy with a very attractive married couple they know. He can't figure out if she's being faithful to him. Uh....

MM: Have I mentioned enough times how happy I am that you found me again? Lord, when I think of the litany of all the kinky stuff we've tried, I get so wet. I will be trying to think of something else new for us to try out next time. Is there anything else new & kinky under the sun?

Blimp: Oh my gosh, me & Dani were planning a picnic for next week and all I could think about was how much fun you and T. & R. could have there! You know, something really decadent out by the lake on the 4th of July, when people are all around you. Maybe fascinated observers could even contribute some food from their own picnic baskets. Wouldn't that be fun?

Cockteasing never gets old. I tormented my principal, who had to personally check the length of my skimpy skirt. Did I mention that I will be getting straight A's from here on out? No, I won't tell you how I know.

Oh, Master Miiiike? I know you're a big, tough man and the very epitome of masculinity and all that, but...well, your lips look a bit dry. Maybe I should put some of this, um...chap stick on for you, would you like that? You would? *giggle* Okaaaay. There, now doesn't that feel better? Plus your lips are sooo pink and glossy and pretty. I brought you some fresh underwear, too, for when you're done with your shower, just as instructed. But, um, they were out of the white briefs so I got you these lovely coral satin ones. But they are very masculine, I promise. Oh and just one other thing...

Phone sex can be very educational. One of my callers gave me the lowdown on skydiving and helped me catch an ex of mine in one of his random lies. That was great. Said caller happens to be an entertaining playmate, too. I go for slutty bride role plays in a big way.

The other great thing about phone sex, and I know I've said this before, is when a caller introduces me to something new and I get to incorporate it into my own kink arsenal. I have a wonderful guy who loves sensual domination that includes a verrry stiff collar. I tried it out on one of my real life guys and he went wild for it. Thanks, JT!

Calling all cuckolds. Help me school Jim, will ya? He's a tad naive. His ravishing sex-loving wife was cheating on another man when he met her. Lately, she has gotten unusually cozy with a very attractive married couple they know. He can't figure out if she's being faithful to him. Uh....

I know I haven't been able to get to everybody yet, but you need a reason to stay tuned, right? I'm off to find another tall, blonde guy to ride. I've had a craving ever since that fella from San Jose... Oh! Or maybe I'll hunt Larry down and make him fuck me! He still has some time left and my sister's boyfriend has one hell of a cock! Larry, come out, come out, wherever you are...

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Dani has finally guilted me into an entry.

"How many presents does one spoiled brat have to get before you start doling out the thanks?"

Well, I have been doling out thanks, just not as publicly as I should. But it had been so long since I did an entry, I convinced myself nobody minded anymore. Hah, I should know better. I've been getting chided left & right this week for this most recent & obnoxious bout of journal laziness.

My dirty trampy ass slut, Scott, got me a gift certificate to Victoria's Secret. Does he know the way to the Strawberry Tease heart or what? We picked out two pairs of panties for each of us to order and I must say we have fabulous taste. I love things lacy, luscious things and apparently, so does the hot little anal whore! Now I want pictures, Scottie.

Seanie, the prissiest sissiest hairboy to ever hair, whatever would I do without you? Well, I'd be a lot less spoiled for one thing. Nail polish, coconut soap, coconut lotion, fabulous earrings and a pretty princess pillow for my beauty sleep...you sure know how to lay on the love, don't you? Know which gift has been my favorite? Hearing your little simpering giggle on the phone. You give great girl talk!

The Jolly Jacker and I have played many games in his great quest to rub his dick raw. Still, I like the newest one best. It is a far, far better thing we do than we have ever done. Now when he is gasping and moaning, grunting and pleading, I get presents. That's right. He begs to come and I hold out for a present before I grant permission. I know it sounds dreadfully greedy. But, first of all, it was his idea. And second of all, I am dreadfully greedy. I think he's going to help me redecorate the whole house. It's a lot of jacking, but if any body's up to it, it's him. He already updated my kitchen with pretty green glass canisters and has bought me new ruby glass bowls, plates & glasses. Oh and the cutest little cream and black bath towels, too.

Daddy V came is finally back from vacation and he brought his sweet girl a present, too! The cutest, most grown-up-ever hoop earrings! Mmmmm...Daddy you're soooo good to your girl! I'm gonna throw my arms around your neck and give you lots more kisses!

T.G., thank you so much for believing in me! You're chock full of handy technical advice and brimming with encouragement. The book was helpful and the speaker was sure motivating. Now I don't have an excuse to wander into the other room to hear decent-sounding music. I should stay and try to get stuff done, hah? After all that, I'm going to have to make you proud. :)

I was procrastinating in part because I felt like I needed to give an explanation for why I left The Bar. A lot of you have asked me about it and here's the best answer I can give. Yes, it was entirely my own decision. No, I was not woefully mistreated by the owners or the manager. Yes, I have kept in contact with a lot of the old girls and adore several of them to bits and pieces. In fact, you can still do calls with me and little Miss Party Girl herself, Melissa. She's a phone sex slut and a teenage cock tease...what more can a guy ask for? There are a few other girls from the old place that we can still do calls with but shhhh, that's top secret. **wink** If you're an extra special old friend, feel free to ask for details.

But explaining my reasons for leaving the bar turns out to be kind of complicated. I don't want to say hurtful things about people who were pretty nice to me and gave me the opportunity to get to know a lot of you sexy things. So I'll just say this. A large phone sex company has its own kind of corporate culture that works for some girls better than others. For one thing, the ass kissing quota is pretty high. You guys know me. I'm a firm believer that my ass should be the one getting kissed. And also? I love being able to set my own specials! In fact, here's a special for you: call and offer to kiss my pretty silken ass anytime between now and December 1st and get 5 free minutes on any call over 15 minutes or buy a 40 minute call and get 20 minutes free. (You have to tell me you're asking for the special, too.)

I've been amazed and gratified how many of my old favorite callers have found me! Apparently if you do a search for Shannon & phone sex on google, I'm really easy to locate. Yay Google! I know some of you have asked why I didn't e-mail you or IM you after I left to tell you where I went. Unfortunately, the old company takes over instant message accounts and journal accounts when girls leave to prevent them from contacting people. While I understand their reasons for doing that, I am very sorry about any body's feelings that may have hurt. Rest assured, it wasn't my choice. I know you've all been asking about my journal, and that laziness was purely my own. But I promise to start updating at least twice a week now. Boy, do I have a lot of shout outs to make up. :) I'll do a whole entry dedicated to my sexy callers a little bit later tonight.

So here I am. It's Thanksgiving morning and I'm up at a really hideous hour. It's creeping up on five thirty and I'm taking a break from cooking. My brother and his fiancee are hosting the big feast, but we've all been instructed to bring a contribution. I'm supposed to be chipping in with a brown sugar apple pie, potatoes au gratin and a Harvey Wallbanger cake but there's a problem. My cooking is sometimes sublime and sometimes downright deadly. I always have to buy double or triple ingredients in case I have to take a few goes at it for something to come out right. I have a tendency to get caught up in something and forget I'm cooking, even when the alarm is beeping loudly. Or I might forget how many eggs I've already thrown into a bowl and toss in a couple of extra. Now I've got three shots to screw something up so extra concentration is going to be required.

I'm getting into Alias for the very first time ever. I'm watching it on DVD and have made my way through to the third season. I think watching Syd trot out cute new outfits is a giant chunk of the appeal. It's certainly not the bad hair she's always sporting.

Dani & I took one of our best guy friends from high school out to high tea a few weeks ago. We managed to coax him into some gorgeous Victorian-ish clothes and a little lip gloss. I , on the other hand, got wrangled into agreeing to go Christmas caroling again this year. I'm not mean enough to subject anyone to my voice, so I just have to lip synch all night. The homemade hot chocolate Josie serves at the end of the night is so not worth the misery I'll have to endure.

I'll be having my very own first Christmas tree this year so I've been splurging on all kinds of cute little decorations. I am looking all over for some really gorgeous glass garlands, preferably with at least some cranberry-colored beads. I want my tree to have lots of red and lots of silver, and then a mix of all the other colors. I will definitely have multi-colored lights. I've never gone in for the monochromatic tree look.

I'm going mad waiting for my new black honey lip gloss to arrive. I know, patience is a virtue, but I never aspired to virtue.

One of my best friends may drop out of school soon and move back home. I should be encouraging him to stay, but I really want him back here with me. He has the best cute guy radar ever and he always finds me fun new guys to play with.

Okay, that's a wrap. Part II coming soon.

Two cousins, a drunken uncle and a slightly sanctimonious aunt popped in for a visit last week. It would be nice if I could get a little more notice. It would be nice if it didn’t happen so often and it would be especially nice if they could find it in their judgmental little hearts to stay with Scott instead of me. I know I’m the one with the spare bedroom, but my baby brother has a perfectly serviceable fold out couch. I don’t see why they can’t all just crawl up in their hillbilly style and share it. One of the other relative sets did that last winter when I feigned the flu and they had to stay with Scottie. Well, technically I think the little brats slept on the floor and the adults shared the sofa bed. It’s a lot more entertaining to picture a big family love-in, though.

Scott told me he was tempted to spend the entire visit prancing around in his prettiest pair of ruffle butt panties. Dear Auntie would have been apoplectic.

The problem is we have all these aunts & uncles and associated cousins who feel the need to check up on my brothers and me. Most of them live close enough by that they make frequent, short visits. A few of them, like the most recent set, live in eastern Oregon and make a vacation of it. Every time one of them is about to stop by, I have to frantically run through my house and do a clean sweep. Everything even remotely pornoriffic has to get tucked away. It’s really hard to pass a set of anal beads off as a quirky designer rosary. The problem is, I’m usually in such a hurry that I throw things in hiding places willy nilly and it takes me forever to find them again. It took me almost three days to find my favorite vibrator last time. That’s just not acceptable.

Anyway, my family trauma is temporarily gone. I’m back and I missed you all just as much as you missed me. Now let’s do something that would really appall my aunt.

So apparently it has been decided that body glitter is no longer in style. When was this decision made? I wanted a damn recount. Clearly men weren’t consulted in this matter cause no way in hell would they vote out body glitter, especially not those who’ve seen the way it looks on me. Just a tiny little swirl of silvery pink right around my belly button? That’s about as close to heaven as you’re gonna get in this lifetime, boys. Somebody needs to start a petition to bring it back.

I’m now taking suggestions for Halloween costumes. I want it to be flirty, feminine and very, very hard to make. Danielle lost a hotly-contested game of pool and now she has to hand sew my costume. She probably wouldn’t have made the bet if she knew I were sober. I do such a good imitation of a little drunkard. And before anybody starts hollering about cheating, I never actually *said* I was liquored up. She just assumed I was having what everybody else was having. And how did my speech get so slurred? Ummmm….I’ll plead the fifth on that part, I guess.

I thought about being a southern belle with a big multi-layered hoop skirted confection but I need something that I can wear to work, so that’s out. I don’t want anything ghoulish. I’ve already been a saloon girl, a pirate wench, a candy striper and a pin up girl. So what now?

So there’s this guy. I’m just going to call him The Saint cause he has the patience of one. Actually, as far as I can tell that’s the only saintly thing about him (he’s sinful in all the sexiest ways), but that’s enough. He’s as curious and kinky as I am and that drives me wild. We had an hour of hot fucking and I had some extra special help in making sure The Saint got everything he wanted and needed. Promise you’ll tell me about the live version, round 2, when it happens?

Hey, Diaper J, I came up with some more places: on the pool table of a bar after hours when just the waitresses are wandering around cleaning up, in the backseat of a van where the windows are wide open for everyone to see, on a blanket at the park where we were picnicking earlier and in the back room at your office Christmas party.

One of the nastiest fellows I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching on cam gave me a surprise show this week. The whole thing was fun and dirty but the end shot, with everything dripping into your mouth? That was definitely my favorite!

So, Muscle Man, you’re up to 18 inches now. I’m pretty dang sure that’s a record. Whatever am I going to put up into you next time? Hmmm…Whatever I find, let’s hope it doesn’t kill you. As long as you keep making those loud squeals and sexy groans, I’ll be a happy girl.

E: I can’t wait for our little lingerie excursion. As cute as you looked in pink & green (do you remember that outfit?), you’re going to look even sexier when you have me as your personal shopper. You’re such a doll. 

A few of you popped up in IM asking me what my favorite birthday present was this year. I know my answer is going to sound very sappy, but you asked for it. About 10 years ago, my younger brother and I went on a cross country trip with some other family members. It was a really heinous affair all the way around: the old jalopy we were in couldn’t crank out enough air conditioning to cool everybody in the van, we were stuck listening to saccharine gospel music and everybody was cranky. Anyway my baby brother had recently taken up cross-stitching and was getting razzed for it by everybody but me. (See? I come by my love of sissies quite naturally). I coddled him every time he jabbed his thumb with that nasty little needle, but it wasn’t enough. He got frustrated and gave up and never finished his first and only cross-stitching project.

Until last month. He was rummaging through a box of old photos, report cards, scary art projects and other riff raff and stumbled across the tattered pink and aqua teddy bar. He spent the better part of July finishing it and even got it framed for me. Isn’t that just the sweetest thing?

He and I have argued for years over who has better taste. Now I can proudly point to that teddy bear and say it’s me. Pink & aqua? I mean, I’m pink’s biggest defender and all but that particular combination is a little bit 1988 even for me.

Melissa, the ultra-sexy new Bar girl, and I had a fabulous time playing with my prissy sissy sister Emily. We caught Emily spying on us and drooling over our outfits while we were getting ready to go out clubbing. Far be it from us to leave her out of the fun! So we dragged her into the room, transformed her into a sexed up little tart and dragged her downtown with us. You all should have seen her shaking her little pink tull-clad bottom on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. Was she shaking her booty to the music or the rhythm of her sister’s huge dildo? Oh…I’ll never tell.

So I asked my sexy neighbor over to fix my air conditioning, right? Of course he complied when I batted my big eyes, right? Who wouldn’t? But don’t you think he should have been suspicious when I told him the tool box was in the top dresser drawer? He reaches in, pulls out a handful of pink satin panties and I use my camera phone to snap a picture of him “playing” in my panty drawer. Hehe. It was the perfect setup to blackmail Mr. Sexy into a pair of handcuffs. And since he is such a big, strong man I figured he should be able to withstand a good, hard reaming by a foot long dildo. And man, did he look good writhing against that huge cock! And I’m keeping the picture, too.

Slipping into the role of Mary Ellen, the town executioner, is always sooo much fun! I hope you enjoyed the punishments that wicked woman thought up for the latest crop of prisoners, A. I love trading ideas with you! You’re mind is so deliciously creative.

Katie, Katie, Katie. You’re always the center of attention, aren’t you? Hehe. It’s only natural, though. That’s what happens when you get kidnapped and drugged again and made to be the focus of a huge sex party. You make such a tireless little tramp, serving everyone who comes at you…not that you really have any choice in the matter. But damn I love the sounds you make when you’re getting used hard! I think you need seconds.

M…well, aren’t you just a first class little fucktoy? I haven’t had a new boy take a dildo like that in quite awhile. I think you’re going to need looooots more fucking to determine just how high your slut quotient is.

I think I officially qualify as old now (23!), but I had a party with the best strawberry rum cake ever and I made everybody, even the boys, wear body glitter. It's amazing what guys will do if it means getting to dance with me. **giggle**

I have a few shout outs to do which I am going to post later tonight but I think I need some retroactive birthday spankings first. I'll just bend over with that sweet little ass up in the air and you can line up to the left.

When my computer died a few weeks ago I had to scurry around and buy a new laptop at the last minute so that I could come back here to you people. Believe me; you’re all very well worth the trouble. Still, I’ve got some lingering resentment towards Windows and Bill Gates and the people who discovered silicon and those rat bastards who make viruses and Trojans (you know anything named after a condom can’t be much fun). My techie friend sat me down, gave me a long lecture about internet security and loaded my system up with all kinds of serious protection. He even had me convinced to make the big switch over from Windows to Linux next weekend.

But I just found this program called Konfabulator. It’s jam-packed with pretty, shiny and utterly useless gadgets – they call them widgets -- that hog up all my system resources. And they don’t make it for Linux! Oh, I am sooo not making the switch now.

We all know pretty, shiny things are a priority in my life. Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit one. Here’s Shannon at 5am: still dressed in my shimmery eye-popping top, a sparkly belly-button ring and delicious looking shoes I can barely walk in. I just don’t think I can willingly give up the Konfabulator eye candy in the name of something as bland as ‘security’. So I guess I’m stuck with Windows and that odious little Gates man.

Oh! Speaking of the ultimate eye candy, I got to talk to the ever fuckable Joanie several times this week! I’ve missed her so much, but the absence was worth it because she came back with two gorgeous surprises. That’s right, Joanie finally got her new breasts! I cannot wait to hear all the juicy details about the breast shower scheduled for this weekend!

I got treated to another session with my favorite Georgia Peach again this week. After dressing the little minx up in white latex, with some bondage and hole-stuffing for good measure, I took my time applying make-up and picking out a delectable shade of lipstick. I finally settled on Kinky by Pout, which is described as a saucy pink raspberry. It was perfect!

I know, I know. You probably roll your collective eyes every week when I come on here and proclaim that the Prick has come up with The Bestest Cleverist Most Creative Role-Play Ever ™. But he really is just that clever and creative and he does pop up with new styles of wickedness for us all the time. This one was inspired by the poor downtrodden paragons of virtue and nobility portrayed by Renée Zellweger and Russell Crowe in Cinderella Man. It was such a delight to tread on them some more.

Diaper J and I had a very fun, very special time playing together Thursday night. We’ve waited a long time for that, haven’t we, sweetie? Did you have as much fun as I did? ** giggle **

Later that night, I got to play Mommy to a precious new panty boy. Earlier in the week I had found several pairs of my panties in his room and they were a lot messier than *I* ever made them. I decided to spy on him and, sure enough, I caught him with his greedy little hands in my panty drawer. Naturally, I had to punish him but we did manage to squeeze some pleasure in there, too… I think he was still blushing when he came. Did I mention yet just how precious he is?

The sexiest brother in the whole world took absolutely shameless advantage of me again. If I don’t start improving my grades, I’m going to be sucking his cock all year long to keep him from ratting me out to Mom & Dad! I really hate studying, though, so it’s a good thing his cum tastes so good!

You are absolutely incorrigible, A. Every time your wife lets you out of your little dick tube, you come running me to me to jack off, don’t you? Tsk, tsk. Good thing you’re such a good pussy licker or I might just tattle on you and get you locked away again!

Daddy D pounded his little baby doll again and this time he even got Mommy to come over and help him do all kinds of dirty things to me! I think she especially loved grinding against my sweet pink lips when I was sobbing. Hehe, you’d never know that those are crocodile tears, would you?

P.S. Yes, I know who the Trojans were. No need to lecture me, Professor. Just bend me over and teach me the other kind of lesson again, please!

First of all, there’s this guy. He knows who he is. I’ve had more fun in the last couple weeks talking about fairy tales and the Benbow Inn than I can possibly explain. Have you ever talked to somebody who puts a smile on your face that lingers all day? That’s Prince Charming. He’s debonair and sweet and more exciting than I can put into words. I wonder what he would think if he knew about my reality show addiction?

What freaky personality quirk makes me so susceptible to reality shows? I’ve never watched Survivor and the thought of Fear Factor makes me ill, but the list of reality bandwagons that I’ve hopped on is way too long. First of all there is my all time favorite, Project Runway, a fashion design competition on Bravo. I miss Jay & Austin way more than seems decent and proper. My next favorite is Blow Out. It’s remarkably therapeutic to watch Jonathan Antin show his ass over and over. I watch every season of Big Brother & American Idol. This year I also watched Dancing With the Stars, The Cut and Rock Star INXS (go Marty!) and, uh, one that even I’m too embarrassed to mention. I’m starting to scare myself.

Southern Oregon has the Britt Music Festival every year. It’s a series of concerts at an outdoor theater in Jacksonville. I usually buy the cheap tickets where you set yourself up on a blanket on the grass and picnic while you watch the show. I’ve been really excited because I have tickets to see Sara Evans & Tift Merrit. I don’t like very much of the mainstream country music that Nashville churns out these days but I have always loved Sara Evans’s voice. I’m also thinking I might want to go to one of the classical music concerts that they put on in August, but I can’t decide which one I would really enjoy. I guess I don’t know enough about classical music yet to really pinpoint what I like. I’m open to suggestions if anybody has them.

Last week Josie and I were getting ready for the beauty pageant when we caught my pesky little sibling spying on us and masturbating. Well, Emily is such a pretty little thing that we decided to dress her up and enter her in the Little Miss beauty pageant herself. Naturally we had to train her in the fine art of being a backstage slut, because we all know that’s how we really garner the judges' favor!

I have this luscious, creamy pinkish-red lipstick that little Miss Git-R-Done just can’t resist. Her gaze is riveted on me as she watches me slide it slowly over my full, curved lips. She knows she’s next. And doesn’t she looks so pretty in her little white outfit, squirming around in her bondage? Georgia peaches make some of the most tantalizing little toys, don’t they?

JD and I clicked so much that we got to play three times in a row! There’s nothing like getting to play with a guy who’s so much fun that he just keeps adding more time to the call so you can get even hotter. I know you’re new but you’re already one of my favorites.

I encourage all of you to spend some time peeping at me when I’m at work. You could end up like one recent sticky-sweet slut: honey-coated and helpless. Not only did he taste good, but that golden cock felt soooo delicious slipping inside me when I climbed up on top.

I got a new Daddy this week!! Daddy D knows just what his little princess needs…or at least what she deserves. ** gives a happy little sigh ** Aren’t Daddies yummy?

Pretty Pauline and I got to have some of my favorite kind of fun this week: beauty salon role-play! Hair extensions, full body wax, pedicure, manicure, make-up and even some complimentary satin panties…this sexy little thing got the works!

I’m on the verge of making up a little cheer about anal beads. Tragically, I’ve got all the right enthusiasm but not enough talent with rhyming and whatnot. Anal beads are great, though, aren’t they? (See what I mean? Great? That’s not a cheer-ish word.) I talked to a cool guy on Monday who was curious about all things anal, but didn’t have a lot of experience. I’m dying to hear what he’ll sound like with beads up inside him.

The eternally entertaining Prick and I spent an hour fucking with our Ken doll. I think he’s my favorite target of ours in a long time. Ken gets so jealous of my sexy, powerful husband (well, to be fair, who doesn’t?). The best part about the no-talent pretty boy is in making a monkey out of him. We like to dress him up in a bowtie and briefs and make him trot around, serving me and my friends that way. ** giggle ** Unless Ken makes us mad and then we have him slip into something even more humiliating…

I had a new caller who got to hear all about my not-so-secret-anymore love of spanking and my two drawer panty collection! He also let me pick out a toy to play with while we chatted. I love when a guy tells me he doesn’t mind the hum of my vibrator in the background. Sometimes I worry cause a lot of my toys are so damn loud! That means they’re good and buzzy though, and Shannon’s pussy likes that.

A certain itty-bitty dicked panty boy started out sucking my friend’s cock and ended up with a golden shower. What an icky, dirty little slut he is. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers, can they? And God knows he has to beg for attention because he sure doesn’t have the equipment to get it on his own. Shhhh…nobody tell him how much fun I had doing that to him.

I love the way Mommy’s Precious Little Mary Ann looks all tied up and gagged with panties. Her pretty eyes get so big when I tell her my wicked plan for the day! I think I know another lovely mother/daughter pair I need you to help me with, Mary Ann…

Those shemales sure took to your pussy fast, didn’t they, Katie? I think our kiosk was the most popular one at the porn convention! For those of you just now reading about this, here was our scenario: I was the marketing director for a porn production company. We just signed exclusive contracts with four of the hottest new shemales to hit the industry scene in years. I wanted to spread the word about our hot new commodity so I hired a guy and told him he’d be helping out at the expo. He had no idea what he was in for. I dressed him up like a sexy little slut, tied him down, and let our shemale stars have their way with that sissy body over and over for hours. All day long Katie got used and abused. Jealous?

Danielle came over this morning with her little 7 year old cousin in tow and we spent a couple hours playing Chinese jump rope. I’d forgotten not only how much fun it was, but how damn good I am at it. I especially rock the knee high jumps. It’s amazing that I was able to perfect those since I was always wearing dresses when I was younger, isn’t it? I must have been an exhibitionist even back then. I can only imagine how many boys on the playground saw me with my skirt flipping up high, pretty little panties on display for man, God & perverts.

Have I mentioned lately that my heart belongs to Donna? Or maybe it’s more intimate parts that have her name all over them. She shared the sweetest and most delicious caller with me. Damn she has good taste!

Once upon a time I thought I was the prettiest princess in all the land. Well guess what? I’ve got some serious competition. That Eve is such a delectable little thing! Me & my sissy helper got her all dolled up to send her off to the prom. I told her what happens to drunken little girls and I warned her not to get too sloshed. But she’s a disobedient little thing and always does the complete opposite of what I tell her. Little Miss Evie drunk, dress dropping off her perfect tiny body, is a beautiful sight…

Uncontrollable giggling fits can be a lot of fun. My favorite Prick in the whole world is as witty as he is wealthy. How can you not love that combination? He’s been lavishing me with phone calls and cracking me up on them. Who knew the Hamptons could be so entertaining?

Not to sound conceited or anything, but my body does wonderful things for my school uniform. I tie the too-tight blouse just under my tits, rip a little tear in the side of my plaid skirt and suddenly hard-ons are popping up all over. Can I help it if I get a little excited and all those eager, salivating boys? So I touched myself in class. You would too if you had this body! I do NOT think it was fair that I got packed off to the principal’s office to explain myself! Luckily, my new principal is a very reasonable man and he doesn’t have nearly as much self control as he thought he did. He sees it my way now. **giggle**

I got to play with the writer again! I had been really missing the heavenly way he ravishes me and his deep, sexy growl in my ear. Oh and M? I want to read Chaper 2!

M. looks so gorgeous when she’s taken by force. Her long hair flying around her face, tears streaking her cheeks, those luscious tits bouncing all around as she tries to fight me and my black girlfriend off. Her husband was sitting at a good angle both times we played, though, so I think he got a view of just how slick her little pussy was really getting. She loved it, whether she wanted to or not. I can’t wait to get my hands on that sexy little tramp again!

LA: When will you ever learn your lesson about masturbation? The last time your wife caught you is when she put you in that devlish chastity device. When you called me a few days ago you were wimpering about how you couldn’t even get hard and all the cases of blue balls your wife was giving you. This morning she graciously took you out of your tube, sucked your cock and let you have a day of freedom. What did you do? You called me, masturbated and gobbled up all the cum that belongs to her. Haha. I know a chastity slut who’s going to get in big trouble!

A southern accent and a willing ass is a devastating combination. My sweet North Carolina boy toy and I ran into each other in the chat room and decided it was high time I control every willing each of his body. Don’t tell him, but I think watching his reactions made me cum even harder than he did.

One of my most creative and scintillating callers did a wildly original role play set in the Orient. A…I love the way your mind works and the erotic visuals your calls always bring to mind. I’m still looking for a copy of the “Garden” book, but as soon as I find one, I plan to devour it. Thank you for another amazing hour!