Phonesex Kisses

I’m that sexy alien with 3 tits and 2 clits. I am the fembot, programmable to your every fantasy, every desire. I am the fair maiden being taken by the tentacle monster, slithering limbs over every part of my body, searching out my tight, wet waiting hole. I am the sci-fi fantasy queen and I can be whatever you want. I know you geeksters out there have sci-fi fantasies that no on else can understand. Where they would only laugh, I would indulge because I have them too.

Hentai dreams and fembot screams. I know what it is that you crave. That dripping wet alien girl pussy with the double clitoris. More firm tits than you have hands for. Maybe you dream of the ultimate woman, one that has the outrageously curvy body, one that you can program to fulfill your deepest taboo desires. I can be all that and more. I can be whatever you want, need, desire and crave.

Like you I have been a sci-fi lover and con girl from way back. My particular favorite fantasy girl is an elf. But the thought of  being a fembot that has to do whatever her master programs has a real turn on for me. No choices, just what the master wants. Or slick hot alien bodies, bright colors, outrageous positions. It all appeals to me. So many fantasies. We can be whatever we want, do whatever we want. Our only limits are our imaginations and mine is limitless. What about yours?

Call me and let’s see where I can take you. What world we can find out there and how can manipulate it to our pleasure. Do you share my sci-fi fantasies? I would love to hear what you can come up with and expound on it.

Josie

Just Desserts (Part II)

            Previously (from Just Desserts Pt I)…

If he only knew that the joke would soon be on him. Thank goodness the meal is finally coming to a close.

…Soon it will be time for dessert…

…the story continues…

The waitress appears and asks if we would be interested in coffee or dessert.  I tell her just coffee for the two of us.  I lean in towards John, place my hand seductively on his, and say softly, “I was thinking we could have dessert at my place – I have something special in mind.”  I can almost see the drool forming in the corner of his mouth where traces of sauce still reside.  He tries to pass on the coffee, but I insist.

Seeing my resign, and preoccupied by the promise of a special “dessert”, he yields to my wishes and excuses himself to the restroom.  In his absence, the coffee arrives, and I seize the opportunity.  I pull out the vial that is at the end of a long chain that I where around my neck.  I open it and allow the contents to empty in John’s coffee cup. I even drop a couple of ice cubes into the hot liquid to cool it for faster consumption.  When he returns, I say off-handedly, “You know, the faster you finish your coffee, the faster we can get out of here.”  Not needing to be told twice, he gulps down his coffee, pays for the check, and hastily leads me out of the restaurant. 

I glance at my watch – I calculate that my special liquid should be taking effect any minute now; I smile widely.  On the way to the car, John becomes insistent with his pawing and groping. I guess he figures he’s paid his way into my panties – little does he know what the payment will truly be, but in my panties?  I laugh out loud thinking how true that part of the statement really is.

As we get closer to his car, I can see him getting light-headed and start to stumble.  I play the concerned date, allowing him to lean against me, resisting the urge to smack him as he uses the opportunity to nozzle my boobs.  I take his keys, saying maybe I should drive.  In his weakened state he makes no objections (at least none that matter). I lean him against the car, but do not unlock the doors – not yet. 

I lean into him, letting my breath caress his ear, and say, “I thought I could be your dessert, and you mine.  But in order for me to fully enjoy your dessert, I’ve had to make some adjustments.” 

John looks at me with confusion, then panic, as he looks up at me as I seem to be growing larger and larger.  But then he realizes that I am not growing – he is the one shrinking. Within a minute he has shrunken down to only six inches tall.  I bend down and pick him up by the scruff of his neck.  Holding him up so he can see my eyes, my red lips, I tell him, “Are you ready for your dessert?”  And with that I hike up my dress, pull out my panties, and drop ‘Romeo’ in. 

I push him down between my thighs, towards my already wet pussy, smashing him against my throbbing clit.

“There’s your dessert babe, just like I promised – now get to work, and you better make me squeal – I like my dessert well marinated.  Oh, and you may want to find yourself a nice warm place to curl up into fairly quickly; else you may find yourself flattened when I sit to drive us home.”

It must have taken John a minute to fully comprehend what I just told him, but then I felt John wriggling quickly, trying to make his way deep inside my pussy.  I laugh out loud, knowing that this is just the beginning… 

                        …to be continued…

Maggie

Just Desserts: A Tale of Justice served up on a Shrinking Fetish Platter (Part I)

I’m sitting across from John, nodding politely to what ever hum-drum subject he has decided to inflict upon me, wondering if he will ever wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth.  The topics of choice from him have varied, but always with the same underlining theme – himself.

I have curtailed his advances for weeks now, with his oh so cliché lines and cheesy innuendoes.  After all, he is the boss, and I thought a more delicate hand, versus a knee to the groin, would be a better course of action.  It’s a wonder how no woman has inflicted any sort of bodily injury upon him to date.

It was only after the incident that I changed my resolve; after I found him cornering Cheryl in the copier room, trying to inch his hand up her skirt; after seeing the panic in her eyes as she realized that he wasn’t going to be dissuaded with a simple ‘no’; after I literally had to step in between them both to get him to cease and desist with his unwelcome advances; it was only until then that I finally decided that John had to be dealt with – permanently.

Using John’s belief that every woman is waiting their turn for him to have her, I started the flirtation process.  It didn’t take much more then a wanting smile for him to take the bait – after all, the man views all women as sub-humans, and that they should feel lucky that he has allowed them the privilege of serving and servicing him.  Well, that is about to change tonight.

A wicked, knowing smile grows slowly across my face. I am snapped back to the present as he mistakes my smile as approval to his latest attempt at a joke.  If he only knew that the joke would soon be on him. Thank goodness the meal is finally coming to a close.

…Soon it will be time for dessert…

Maggie

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Some of the most unique Phone Sex Calls that I have done, revolved around different types of Sci-Fi Fantasy Phone Sex role-play.  One of the reasons that I love this type of role-play is there are no limits to what you can do, or say when in the role-play.  Plus, the whole Sci-Fi Fetish is so vast. It ranges from Giantess play, to Robot, to Mythical Creature role-play.

I understand that this makes me somewhat of a phone sex Geek, but that is okay.  I am a little weird to begin with.  I choose the photo I posted within this phone sex blog for a recent client.  I was the Queen Pixie; and if you know anything about Pixies that although they are lovely, they can be down right bitchy; and I found him in my wood injured.  I lured him back to our Pixie Land where he wound up being Dominated by Me.

To do this sort of role-play properly, I like to have the person email me with any details, or the story they want to role-play. As many of you know who are into the Sci-Fi Fetish, there is a great amount of detail involved, and proper planning is required on my behalf to get into character, and give you the Ultimate Sci-Fi Fantasy Phone Sex  Call that you so rightly deserve and long for.

Lauren

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