I really thought I could leave this world behind, but I can’t.  I miss it too much.  So now I’m working at TalkSugar.com .  So those who have missed me can find me there.  Can’t wait to talk again.

Kisses,

Alona

Who wouldn’t like to me my main man???

     Well, fellas here’s your chance.  I’m offering the ultimate GFE. 

For the guy that click and pay the following button by the 25th of the month each month here’s what i’m offering…

You’ll get a deeply discounted private phone line.  I’ll be available anytime on that anytime, so I’ll be at your beck and call, waiting and oh so willing to serve and satisfy you.

You’ll get daily emails, sometimes just a hi, thinking about you email, sometimes a naughty dream I’ve had, sometimes I’ll send pics.  And I’ll always answer your emails.

You’ll get someone that wants to hear how your day was, that cares about you, that wants to care for you. 

What I expect:

Ofcourse for my rent to be paid monthly and atleast two calls per week on that deeply discounted line.

One months rent=one month of cyber pampering by a genuine, sweet, caring, sexy southern lady.

Just click and accept the charges and you’ll be well on  your way

Do you ever have one of those nights, where your body just aches with need?  Where you’re so horny, you stroke and stroke, but relief still doesn’t come? Where you know you need more than your hand, alone in a room?  Where you’ve got to reach out to someone, to share that aching need with?  Where just to know you’re not alone in the dark, makes it possible to find release?  Where that final release, brings you peace and you can sleep atlast?

I have those night often.  That’s why I got into this business.  I’m tired of working my fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy all alone.  My same old fantasies just won’t get me there like they used to.  That’s why I want to know what makes you hard, what you’re into.  I need someone else’s fantasies, someone else’s stories, to end my aching.

Won’t you please call me, and help me end this ache.  Tell me what gets you hot and hard and we can cum together.

I have a white sundress and strappy heels on.  It’s pouring down rain.  I get out of the car and dance, spinning and twirling as the rain soaks the cotton dress and it clings to my skin.  My red hair curls wildly as it gets drenched, ringlets stick to my forhead, neck and shoulders.  The wet dress plastered to my body shows the outline of the white lace bra I’m wearing, which is now pretty much see through too.  You can see my white garter belt and stockings as the dress, hugs wet and sheer to my hips and thighs.  My laughter reaches the window on the second floor where you stand watching me but I don’t know you’re there.

When there is no hope of salvaging the outfit at all, I dart around the back of the house, where I can strip and leave the wet things for someone to take care of and forget them.

There is a bright blue bolt of lightening, that seems to light up the world.  Naked and dripping I emerge from the back entryway as the deafening crack of thunder announces the loss of electrical power and our bodies collide.  I look up into your eyes, the cold rain dripping in rivers from the curling locks of my hair, tracing lines down my body, but the goose bumps are not from that.  They are from the new wet that comes over me, the heat in my pussy as I look at you so close to me, as I’m so naked and vulnerable.

The power is out, we are all alone in this big house, I’m naked, wet (in more ways than one) and trembling in your arms…

Help me write the rest of the story…call me.

How could I have forgotten how much I like this fantasy?!  You see I’m only 5′3″,  so believe me when I say that I’m really being a Giantess.

I had a Giantess call tonight, and after it I had a pleasant day dream.  I dreamed of bellydancing in the desert.  My hair curled and held back from my face by a beautiful beaded headdress.  The same beads would be on my top and on the belt on my hips.  These beads would be little cages with tiny little men inside.  They would be rocked by the movements of my dance, cages crashing into one another.  My bare feet smashing dunes and kicking up sand storms as I danced.  Until I found a tiny oasis… I’d take off my top, headdress and belt with the beads of tiny caged men and lay them gently beside the tree shaded pool.  I’d lay down in the sand, cradling the oasis, sheltering it from storms as I watched my tiny men, slip from their cages and take rest and refuse. 

Oh so much fun can be had with this…

Imagine buying a trinket late night from the carnival and putting it on your desk at work.  You forget about it until that boss that’s always sexually harassing you just outside of what you can report, starts his crap again.  And now you’ve got to come in on Saturday too….You slam your fist down on the trinket and there is a flash of light.  You look and that jerk is now smaller than a barbie doll.  Head to foot he might be 7inches.  No one would believe it in a million years.  Now it’s time for revenge…

Yes, I love it.

I love my job.  I love taking calls and talking to guys about their fantasies.  Tell guys about mine.  Stroking my pussy listening to them stroke their cocks.  That’s why I am so happy I’ve found this. It’s just been hard getting off the ground.  I’ve learned how to treat this like a business.  It’s going to take time to really get regular callers I can get to know and enjoy just hearing the sound of their voice.  But until I’ve got a consistant clientel, I’ve got to work and worry about money.  BOO!!! I’d much rather worry about everything smelling like pussy because I’m playing with mine too much. 

I could really use a Sugar Daddy right about now.  He could take the worry and stress away and I’ll I’d have to do is stay pretty and well put together, and do things to his cock that make his eyes roll back in his head every day.  Oh what a sweet life that would be.  Nothing but primping, sucking and fucking.  Oh yeah baby sign me up.

I have been working so hard lately…and not with the fun stuff.  I’ve updated my NiteFlirt listings.  I learned alot of HTML to do it.  I’m working now on my blog.  I just wish I could get a break from sitting here at the computer and have someone call me so I could play.  I get cranky when I haven’t gotten off in a while and playing with myself all alone is so dull.  I really like to hear the breathing, the words, the moans, and noises that sometimes defy description of a man.
 Guys all the time say, “what pleases you is what pleases me, baby.”   Well, you kow what that’s true for me too.  And alot of women I know.  We get off getting a guy off.  I love to hear the different sounds guys make when the cum.  You have the pant pant sigh, quite guys, the chanting, talking, cussing guys, and my favorites…The ones that sound like a bear, growling and snarling loud.  I love that.  I really lets me know I took you there, got deep inside and pulled that “O” from somewhere deep inside.  Even if that’s how you sound no matter how you cum, that’s how it makes me feel and I like it.