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I Love Cock control, teasing a guy till he can’t take it!

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Sometimes the art of the strip tease is about showing off your pussy without actually showing it off until he’s hard as a rock, it’s about cock control. Sometimes it’s best to wear tight clothes and take them off one layer at a time so the man has to imagine a bit. Not a lot, you want skin showing, you want each article that falls off to reveal a little more skin, a little more flesh, a little more desire. You need every move to feel perfect, hauntingly sexy, to show off your whole body and get him just a little closer. I love when a man’s looking at me and his cock is in his hand, he’s jerking, stroking, getting ready to blow his load the moment he can see what I have to offer. I’m ready, I’m hot, and as the last real piece fell off my body, revealing my thick titties and bare pussy, I knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to get ready to start pounding this pussy hard, and I was about ready to get fucked into something wonderful. Afterglow isn’t called that because you’re happy – though you are – afterglow is called that because you’re so damn bright and ready for anything after a good orgasm that it’s practically magic. 

The Eviction

Phone sexMy little cunts and I just got evicted so we are hanging at a Hotel for now.  They were complaining about getting kicked out.  I told them that if they did a better job sucking cock we wouldn’t be in this situation.  How dare they try to put the blame on me.  They know Mommy needs her “medicine” so I can put up with them.  It isn’t my fault that I couldn’t pay the rent because of ‘pharmaceutical’ cost increases. 

So here we are, all stuck in one room.  I am so fucking glad they go to school during the week, otherwise I would go nuts.  Plus, it gives me time to arrange some meetings for them for their after school activities.  Them and I are going to be fucking and sucking up a storm so we can get back into a place instead of here.  Although, it isn’t all that bad here.  Sure it isn’t the best place in the world, tweekers, and hookers like myself frequent this place a lot. Since there are so many people running in and out of here all hours of the day and night, it might be the perfect place for us after all.  Better than having a shit load of men running in and out of an apartment.

Not only that but the guy who owns the place was looking at my daughter’s pert little ass when we were checking in.  I am sure he gave his cock a rub or two under the counter.  Maybe I can work something out so we do not have to pay anything to stay here.  You know what that means don’t you? Mommy can get even more “medicine”.  Hell, this might have been the best thing that as ever happened to us.  I am sure they will get used to it.

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Good Advice From My Mamma

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When I was way younger my Mamma would say to me, “Brenda!” I would reply, “Mamma, my name isn’t Brenda it is Harriett.”  She would take a few more swigs of whiskey and say, “Brenda! Do you know what a man loves? A Whore! Men love them some whores. So you be the best whore you can be, you hear me girl?”  Then she would go on and on about how when she was younger all the good looking guys would sniff around her for pussy.  Married men, single men, didn’t matter, she would spread her legs for a few bucks and everyone was happy.  It got to the point though where they didn’t want Mamma anymore, they wanted me and my sisters.

Most of my sisters said, “No.” I didn’t, I liked having money, I liked being taken out and getting drunk in the back of trucks, or on front porches.  It was fun to me.  This made me feel bad for my Mamma because she wasn’t getting the type of play she used to.  Only a couple of the guys would come over for Mamma, and they were old as dirt.  It was no wonder Mamma drank up before one of them would make their way over to our place. 

The thing of it is, is that Mamma was right.  The more slutty you acted, the more attention you received, the more money in your pocket.  I loved it from the very start.  Now I say the same thing to my girls, although I do manage to get their names correct … on occasion.  I think they appreciate that little tidbit of advice, they seem to love it just as much as I did at their age. It makes me glad that when I get to be Mamma’s age that my girls will carry on the family of tradition of giving men what they love … whores.

Speaking of which … you should follow us on twitter.  You can get your daily dose of whore-tweets.  Find out what we are up to, and get your dick ready for later, when one of us can be the sluttiest phone whore for your personal pleasure.

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A Mother – The Perfect Muse For National Poetry Month

Adult phone chatGood morning everyone!  I hope your day will be a good one, but before you leave for work, or where ever it is you are going today I want you to meet someone.  Her name is Lenora and she is a sexy assed Mommy, just like I am.  Her name reminds me of the poem by Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven.  Now I know, in the poem it is Lenore, but hey, Lenora is very close.  PLUS, Lenora has jet black hair.  You see the connection?  I hope this is making some sort of sense because I have been doing bump after bump of ice, so bare with me here. HA!

Phone sexThis month is National Poetry Month.  I bet you are thinking, “How the hell can a washed up drug whore know it is National Poetry Month?”  Just because I suck dick and snort all kinds of candy doesn’t mean I do not have a brain in my head darling.  Oh no, you would be surprised at the shit I know.  Anyway, all the aforementioned also made me think of how many times people have wrote Poems about their Moms.  We are the best muses if you ask me.  The relationship we have with our offspring is diverse, sometimes the dynamic is fucked up, sometimes it is all good.  I mean hell, even if you hate your Mamma, you still think about her from time to time.  There is always that connection, which gives a creative person the fodder to write about.

Mommy phone sexWow, I’m getting deep here. HA!  You know what I want? I want some of you to write a poem about your Mom, good or bad, I don’t care.  Or if you so choose, pick one of the Moms here and let the words fly.  If you email them to me; with your permission of course; I will post them in a blog so you can see your work.  Now I have to get going because my boys need to get their butts out of bed and get ready for school.  In meantime, you go and visit Ms. Lenora, check her out, and start writing those poems!