intelligent phone sex

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The problem with blogging, if you’re kind of a quiet person, is that some times you can’t think of a lot to say–or at least a lot to say that bears sharing with strangers. I’m more of a listener than a talker–which is no surprise to anyone who knows me. I’m very good with words, but I can say so much more with the expression in my eyes and the emotion in my touch.

I had a call a few days ago that wandered into some VERY taboo territory. I could feel my caller feeling his way with me, going a little further every time I played along instead of slapping his hand. Until he hit a limit I wasn’t expecting, and . . . I froze up. I felt bad! He was very gracious about it and we backtracked a bit and made what he assured me was a very happy ending to the call. Then he thanked me for not hanging up on him.

Um, no. Hanging up isn’t my style. My limits are pretty far out there and I’m fine if you want to ask me about them. I’m not going to freak out and call the taboo police, or hang up. If I can’t do the call, I’ll just tell you, and we’ll figure it out from there.

Expect me to treat you politely and with respect. Unless you are a total ass, which is another topic, for another time.

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