Archive for July, 2009

Making Men do what I want

Posted in Phone Sex, Uncategorized with tags , , , on July 14, 2009 by deviantdeb


My god, it seems like every day I discover something new about myself. In this new life I’ve created I’m a pretty pliant woman. Believe it or not it’s kind of easy to get me to do what you want. I tell everyone which buttons to push. I want them to know. I am a woman who LOVES to have her buttons pushed. But lately something funny has been going on. I mean, this is a choice that I made, you know what I mean? It’s one of those things that nobody in my life would have thought was the right choice for me. I did and went with it and it’s been nothing but right. I’ve totally reclaimed myself. I am no longer a kept woman. I am my own woman, goddamnit. And I’m finding that that’s the way I like it. Because, you know, I’ve also discovered that it’s easy to make MEN do what I want. It makes you wonder that a woman would ever get married. I mean, I have men now jumping for the chance to shower gifts and money on me. It’s incredible. You think that’s not empowering? You’re damn straight it is. I have more money, more sex and more attention than I ever had before. Ever since I began, I’ve been thinking, if anything, why didn’t I do this before? Still no use crying over spilt milk…so to speak. (I’ve seen more ‘milk’ spilt in the past two months than I had in the previous ten years!) MILF? Ha. They should change it into MINF. Mother In Need of Fucking. I need action. I want action. And now I’m getting action. And one thing I’ve learned is that this new life has given me a new sense of myself. Now I tell men what I want. And they listen. So call me big boy…and listen.


My Husband Suspects something

Posted in Phone Sex with tags , , , on July 8, 2009 by deviantdeb

I think my husband suspects something. He has been starting to ask probing questions. He wonders where I’m going or what I’m doing on a given night. He makes comments about the way I’m dressed when I go out. He’s been overly sweet to me. Out of nowhere he’s buying me flowers, bringing me breakfast in bed. It’s too late. I’m a ruined woman. I’m naughty now. I crave dirty, raunchy, nasty sex with strangers in sordid hotel rooms. Besides, I don’t believe him. If he meant it he would give me this kind of attention when I was good. If he had I might never have taken the trip down the dark path that I have taken. But now, see, now I have you. All of those things I used to go to my husband for, I now cum – er – come to you for. You make me feel special. You make me feel wanted. You make me feel like a natural woman and there’s something to be said for that. That’s why I’m addicted. That’s why I keep coming back for more. It’s all because of you. I’m here for you. Because you let me know that I’m just the MILF you’ve been waiting for. Because these full breasts and these river hips and this mouth are just what you’ve waiting for. Because I know this I can never just go back to the way things were before. The cat’s out of the bag, the sin is out of the box…so to speak. Do you think that makes me bad? Of course you do. That’s how you like me. That’s not the right question is it? Does it make you respect me less? Is that what you want, too? You don’t want to respect me. You want to have your way with me. Well, do it. Call me. Have your way with me. Make me your slut.