Long Live Us Dirty Girls!
By Kelly Taylor — Written on Jun 08, 2012
I was sitting in the nail salon the other day having my bi-weekly pedicure and manicure, when a couple of “upper class” women waltzed in. We all exchanged smiles and hellos. I’ve seen the one woman a few times, so we have the ability to chat a little to break up the silence. This day however, I wasn’t so talkative; I was a voyeur, listener. The big discussion was the newest novel, “50 Shades of Grey”.
Now, I haven’t read the book, nor did it really interest me. Because really, nothing can surprise me after 16 years of intimate, no holds barred racy, sometimes raunchy, phone sex. Truth be told, I’m also quite open in the bedroom and not shy to try anything out on and with my lover. I’m very fortunate that I found someone just as fun, wild and creative as I am in the bedroom and out of the bedroom, or just about anywhere really.
Yet sitting there and watching the facial expressions of these women and their really annoying banter made me roll my eyes. One said it was straight up pornography, the other nodded her head wildly, and said she was embarrassed for anyone to see her reading it. I thought how pathetic, how sad and how deprived their husbands must be. Dressing up in anything fun, sexy, crotchless and lacey, was not in their course of making love. I am sure that strap-on cocks, cock rings, “rabbits”, dildo’s, nipple clamps, leather paddles, and French maid outfits were not hidden in their closets either. How boring these women were. I tried to imagine either of them sucking a man to ecstasy, or face down, asses up, ready to have wild sex. I tried to picture either of them being ‘tit-fucked’. I tried to imagine them with strap-ons, going at their husbands. Nope, wasn’t happening here with this bunch.
I think, little by little, I realize why people cheat, why people call my service, why people yearn for something new and different and exciting. If this is what most men come home to, it is unfortunate. I smiled to myself; I am happy I am not like these women. I am happy that I am a pervert. I am happy that I have AdultPhonePal, I think that my company, my girls, give men a happiness their uptight , righteous wives don’t . I say “KUDOS TO PHONE SEX! Long live us dirty girls!!!!!”