My little pet cock will have to learn some new tricks if it is to be allowed a place in my playpen. I’ll teach it tricks like “stay” and “come.” With a firm hand, that cock will be under my complete control in no time.

My tease and denial games will have both you, and my little cock attached to you, drooling. My ruined orgasm games will leave you desperate for more. Now, what’s taking you so long? Call, or make an appointment now. My cock is about to dial the phone for you.

Now, it’s time for your call. $1.99 per minute, first three minutes free for new NiteFlirt callers.

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02-01-986-9

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Now, my reputation might’ve preceded me or it could’ve been the flash of tit I gave him when I was taking my test, but whatever it was he called me into his office to tell me I had passed the test okay, but there was still one thing I needed to take care of to get my license. It was pretty obvious what he wanted taken care of as he pushed himself away from his desk so I could see the bulge in his pants. I really did want that license and it certainly wasn’t going to be any hardship on my part to make this lovely piece of man happy enough to give it to me.

With a wink and a smile I slid down on my knees between him and his desk and proceeded to give him a lovely wet juicy blow job. I did stop when he was just about to cum and make him give me my license then and there. Our afternoon didn’t end there and needless to say my lucky Pink VS thong ended up very wet and sweet. If you end up buying it, you’ll get the rest of the story as well!

I excused myself to the bathroom where I removed my panties and balled them up in my hand. They were just a tiny silky scrap of lace, so easy to hide in my palm. I joined my date, who was deep in conversation with another couple, and slid that wet, warm scrap of lace into his jacket pocket. I gave his arm a squeeze and went off to say goodbye to our hostess. Glancing back over my shoulder I saw him reach into his pocket and the grin that followed.

We left the party very shortly and did make it as far as the car. I took my time sliding into the passenger seat. My panties were already in his pocket so the only question was how far my skirt was going to get hiked up as I slid into the car. I never got a chance to swing my legs into the car as he leaned forward and slid his hands between my thighs pushing them open, making my skirt hike up around my hips. He took his time admiring the sight of me with my skirt bunched up around my hips and my bare, wet pussy. I got even wetter and squirmy with him looking at me, enjoying the view. He took one finger and slid it up the length of the folds of my pussy, then rubbed that slick finger across my lips, following it with a tasty kiss.

I was still catching my breath as I felt my legs tucked into the car, the door close and watched him slide into his own seat with his own wicked grin. The tease had turned!

I’ve spent years writing erotic fiction that is at best, mediocre. It gets the job done but won’t be winning any prizes. I’ve written quite a few amusing blog posts, entertaining my friends and callers through the years with funny stories of things that have happened to me.

Have I ever really considered myself to be a “writer” though? No.

I did, however, become a story teller.

I stumbled into this profession in the same way that many women do, I imagine. In the late 90’s, I was one of the thousands of Americans who spent most of their time exploring the internet. I used it for entertainment, social interaction and as an escape from my daily life. I admit that it became an addiction for a couple of years. Looking back on it all now, I just laugh.

It was with a man I met on the internet that I had phone sex for the first time. I was around 18 yrs. old and it was exciting to talk to this guy who I’d never seen before, who lived thousands of miles from me. His interest in me was intoxicating and after a few hours of talk over the course of a week, he asked me to masturbate for him. I don’t remember the specifics, but he did all the talking while I pretty silently played with myself.

After that, it became quite a habit of mine. For a few years, I met a lot of people online. I had a lot of phone sex and even real sex with people I chatted with. I had a few relationships, even a couple of serious ones. It was actually the demise of one of them that led me to my current profession.

I was 21 and I’d been living with my boyfriend for over a year. When we broke up, I decided to start fresh. New city, new friends, new life. I signed a lease on an apartment in the city that I couldn’t afford with the help of a friend and started looking for ways to make more money in the evening after I got home from my day job. After a little bit of research, I settled on phone sex pretty easily. It was either that or become a psychic and I didn’t think I could pull that off.

The rest is history. Well, there’s a lot more to it than that, but I’ll let you ask me if you want more details.

I’ve used my real pictures on and off through the years (more off than on), but for the most part, I’ve gone the traditional route and used content. I pretend to be someone else most of my day. Who? Oh, lots of people. I’m the voice behind a number of Niteflirt’s most highly rated flirt accounts. I’m the adorable girl next door, the bratty teen domme, the hot young slut with big tits, the kinky cuckolding MILF, the fetish Goddess.

I’ve done over 20,000 calls in my career and I’ve pretty much heard it all. This site though, this project…this time around, I’m doing it MY way. The title of the site references the famous line from “The Wizard of Oz”…”Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”

I’ve been the woman behind the curtain all these years. I’m the creative force and mastermind behind so many personas, it makes my head spin sometimes. I’m coming out though, out from behind the shroud of mystery and secrecy that a lot of us who do this job hide behind. I’m coming out from Behind the Silk Curtain.

Explore the site. Read what I have to say. Send me a message. Give me a call.

Behind the Silk Curtain

1-866-965-SILK

Calls are $2/min. with a 10 minute minimum.

You sweat and pant while I work your every fetish to my advantage. You beg for me to I stop, but you know your weak minded and I know, So I continue. Dont worry my pretty ASS BITCH. Ive only just really began. So lick up your mess, fix your dress, freshen your lipstick. I have work for you to do.

You WILL suck them and you WILL fuck them, I’ll see to that. I promise you will not have to ASK me to humiliate you… hahaha. Pin pricks are more than welcome..I’m your tease, denial and humiliation Goddess. Getting a chance at me is only one in a million. The odds are against you, mister. Even more than they were in your little life before. I am the unattainable. Have fun trying. Truthfully, are you ready to become addicted? Are you prepared to hear my voice, my giggle, my sensual, oh so sensual, commands? Many men have succumbed before you. Oh so many stories to tell. I enjoyed breaking each and every one of them. So if you are convinced you could handle it.

If you DO have it inside of your little head that maybe, just maybe you could make it work… then i suggest you bring it on. I suggest you call. I daily enjoy punishing business men with anal training, small cock humiliation, tease and denial, and financial ruin.

From the time I can remember, watching two men together has been the BIGGEST turn on for me. If I watch porn, a lot of times it’s gay or bi porn with men playing with each other.

I love hearing their masculine groans as they suck each other off or fuck each other in the ass. It’s definitely yummy! So give me a call and let’s discuss this… as long as you’re ok with me watching and playing with myself?  Yes madam, is what you will say to me, as you prepare, for any and all humilating tasks, I feel you are worthy of partaking in.Stop whimpering bitch and tribute your mistress now

I Look familiar to you, don’t I? For some crazy reason I look familiar, but you just can’t put a name to the face…

So, who DO I remind you of?

That cute girl next door with the laughing eyes and the naughty smile? You know she can tell exactly what you’re thinking. (and what you do when no one is looking.)

The girl you used to ask out knowing there was no way in hell she would even consider it, unless you had something she needed, like her homework done or new wheels for her car? You always came through with the homework and/or the wheels, and when date night came, she always came down with some mysterious illness. You were SO unlucky!!

The babysitter you have come over every Saturday night? You take your wife out on Saturday, just so you can pick the babysitter up and take her home. All night while you’re out with your wife, you’re thinking of just the right thing to say to the babysitter on the way home; something that will make her laugh, and see that you’re not just some horny jerk-off wanker, but an older, understanding, cool guy. Why should she bother with silly frat boys when she could have YOU?!!

*snicker*

I’m every dream you don’t dare to disclose.

I’m the fantasy that first comes to mind when you sneak into the bathroom to stroke that joke.

I’m the one that flashes you sometimes, just because it’s fun to dangle a piece of prime filet in front of a starving animal, and then slowly pull it away.

I LOVE to tease…

I love to tease you with my firm young body.

I love to tease you with my playful voice.

I love to tease you and torment you.

Men are so fun to play with!!

Call me now…You KNOW you wanna!

1-800-TO-FLIRT, extension 03446271

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