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Late last night, I was laying in my bed, looking at my ceiling daydreaming about my new boyfriend! He’s so dreamy, and I am totally obsessed with him!! I was just starting to Imagine him walking into my room, and crawling into bed with me… When I heard the faint creek of my door as it slowly opened..

Omg! I was so scared there was someone in my bedroom.. So, I laid there, pretending that I was asleep, when I felt my bed sink down beside me.. Someone was crawling into bed with me… Now, I was totally terrified.. who was it? And what would they be doing crawling into my bed in the middle of the night…

So I totally just laid there perfectly still, when I felt a hand slowly reach out, and caress me, gently feeling up my side, over my nightgown.. Thank goodness I had worn it to bed! I started trembling with fear as the hand slowly worked its way up, to my budding teenage breasts, cupping them, and slowly massaging them..

That’s when I heard it.. Someone whispering in my ear.. Its OK baby.. I’m here now.

OMG!! How did he get into my house?? I’m still wondering!! The door was locked.. and as far as I knew, he had no idea where I lived…

.. It was my new boyfriend…

Maybe dreams really do come true..

 

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Underneath it all, we’re just savages
Hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages
How could we expect anything at all
We’re just animals, still learning how to crawl

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Humans aren’t gonna behave, As we think we always should, Yeah, we can be bad as we can be good.

Marina Sings, complementing life and the way people act. People act as society tells them they need to.
Yet the whole time people are pretending to be a certain way they are neglecting the real them. The person they are supposed to be. To prove to the world they can fit in with the crowd and be good little slaves to normality.
Why don’t you step outside of the “Norm” out of what you would normally do? Allow me to take you on a journey through obscurity letting our minds complete the journey.
You see, the problem with most people in today’s society happens to be the fact we micromanage everything. Down to the tiny little insignificant details. You know which ones I’m talking about. Like what color socks you will wear, if you want tap water or bottled. Silly little insignificant things.
Allow me to help you step outside of your box. Taking you on a journey you have been wanting so bad to venture on. But were most definitely too scared to pursue. I know, it’s a difficult decision to make, but just think of how much it would pay off for you. How it would make you feel to finally have something that is out of your control. Letting go of control even if temporary would take a hell of a lot of weight off your shoulders.

Come let me be your outlet. 

The outlet you release all of that pent up negative energy too. Giving you everything you need, finally letting go of all of your stress and inhibitions.
Don’t deny yourself anymore. Let me give you everything you need and so much more.

Submission Is A Gift: Conquering The Mind Of A Scholar.

I pull up the word file and the words “new blank document” jump out at me today, Mistress. I’ve seen them so many times but knowing I’m going to write to You, they assume a new significance, as do so many facets of slave-perception.  Tabla rasa. I become a blank slate in Your presence. An empty digital screen with a blinking cursor for You to inscribe Your will. Hungry cum-cells sear the skin of my sack. Having watched “The Matrix” on the plane, I envision a breed of cyborg insects released into my body to infect a desiring-production and continue the ongoing process of my re-wiring under Your supervision. Muscle fibers and sinews singed, burning pain, the taste of stale cum, crimson pain, as I lick down the seam of Your denim, Your denim control. My bruised, chaffed cock, oozing crimson from Your denim seams. This is how I cum now. In Crimson pain and money. The only real interactions allowed.  A humming breed of digital cicadas singing the siren’s song of spring. My infected cells swell, the sea-surge of sterile cum in my cistern-like slave balls ache a phosphorescent blue for You, Mistress. A neon blue, an artificial world

This is what Kierkegaard named “the sickness unto demise”. That sickness has been uploaded since his time, the SICKNESS is online.  The real world gradually becomes Your existence. Driving home from the office today, I see the leaden sky bisected. Below a gray distance, above the orange-infected beautifully diseased particles. In Your presence I become that gray distance, my friend doesn’t know me, I withdraw, my face becomes pallid and gray, like the sky, not even “like” but rather a “likeness”.  The way You draw out the “Ss-es” in Your voice, its cadence; something about Your voice is the vibrational equivalent to latex; a synthetic sheen, or gloss, like the lipstick on the images that accompany the SoundCloud page. One knows it’s an add, one knows You want to trick us, seduce us out of our money, but it doesn’t matter. We want to be used. “Let me help you be that naughty little slut”…

In a way, everything You say on these files, is coming true. I have fallen in love with You. I am separated from my wife, the future uncertain; I find fulfillment simply by being in Your presence. And yet, I don’t feel like a loser, even though, objectively, I MUST be a loser, but to be in Your care, even though You could never love me the way I love You, I am nevertheless augmented to be in association with You. I accept the sickness. I will even it as if it were my choice.

Your Faithful Milk Whore.

Danielle

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Have you been looking for someone to love you? To show you the love and attention that you want so badly. Allow me to show you exactly what you need, catering to your every want and desire.

I know, it raises some skepticism, doesn’t it? Is this girl for real? Can she really make me feel loved?

Let me tell you, sweetheart, I can make you feel better than even your wife. Aren’t you tired of the stress at home, driving you mad with disdain for the woman you sleep next to every day? Let me bring your happy back. Showing you that not all women want to nag and grumble about everything you do.

I can show you what you’ve been wanting for so long, what you’ve been searching for. Just give me a few mins of your time! You know you need a break from reality.

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