Sweet distraction.

I’m really distracted, in a good way, a happy-yay-mmm kind of way, but distracted nonetheless and not in a very organized post posting kind of mood. A rambly rambler kind of mood. So it looks like more just “stuff” for you guys. So, if you aren’t in the mood for my misc musings, sorry.

I gave you a dirty pic to distract yourselves with at least. I’m nice like that, right? Like you can imagine me spreading my little pink place like that for you and you going down and doing your best to distract me from my distraction. Not that I think you can, necessarily. Distract me, I mean. From my distraction. But you can try. Try a lot. Try real hard. Um, yeah, try… right there… some more.

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Today I went out. And then I went out some more. I can stay in and be content for extended periods of time really, which is fortunate considering I have to be home most of the time. But then every now and then I just get the urge to GO OUT. Even if I don’t really have any plans or anything in mind. I just grab my stuff and get in my car and go. Usually this happens in a spring fever kind of frenzy because during the winter going out means being cold and no. But then when I am consumed by one of these semi-manic GO OUT times, it is hard for me to settle back in. I think, though, that I am good now.

Anyway, I had a pedicure appt today (I really want those VS shoes you guys - The Collector asked me if anyone had gotten them for me yet and even he seemed surprised that I am still shoeless and begging and he hasn’t even done a “real” call with me yet). So I went to the pedicure and that was fantastic. I had a lunch date with a friend of mine and that was fun. And then I went by the UPS Store and YAY my new pink leather wallet is here (thanks, of course to Doctor D) and I love it - I am going to transfer over to it later tonight as a matter of fact. And think of him every time I use it. Nice how that works out, huh?

And then I came home. With good intentions. I wandered around for a few minutes, still felt the pull and decided I wasn’t ready to be home yet. So I totally feel all naughty for blowing you guys off all day (and not in the GOOD way), but I am back now and ready to make it up to those of you that missed me. I think I can get you to forgive me. I have secret charms and stuff.

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I mentioned The Collector. We had another little phone chat right when I got home this evening in anticipation of the big event tomorrow. Yay! That is so going to rock. He also told me a few of his other naughty ideas and they are really exciting as well!

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At last! A name for my Cock Worship friend. That’s just so impersonal that way. I was thinking about it last night after our sexy playtime and had come up with something I was going to run by him and then this morning, this was in my email:

Amber,

Such naughtiness you brought to Me.
Seamless transitions of baby girl nasty
Delicious sounds of nursing lips
Caressing and fondling my Cock and Mind

kisses

Master J

Yep, perfect! Master J is exactly what I was going to suggest! I love when those little mind connection things happen like that!

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Here’s another fun boy I don’t really have a name for yet. We spoke on Sat for the first time in a mediumly extreme age play phone sex call - he was my neighbor - I went over to tell him that my Daddy had forced me to have sex - and then HE forced me to, too! Meanie. And then Sunday he called and we just chatted together for a little bit and then just did a curious neighbor girl thing. I really like when you guys call and enjoy just talking to me too. I will send you the email I promised later tonight!

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Another neighbor tried to call me again last night but something was wrong with his phone and he couldn’t hear me which is just so sad. I hope you try again!

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I am really all over the place tonight but oh well. That “my dad made me have sex” confession-turned-raped-again call? I actually had 2 of them within like a day or two. I know I get the same kinds of calls a lot of the time (you all add your own unique flavor so to speak so it’s always fun for me no matter what), but that one is really sort of specific. Every time that happens I wonder if you guys were like watching the same porn or something.

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And then that starts me thinking about similarities in general. Like, it’s no secret I talk to a lot of boys. I get all these glimpses into your secret worlds which I really really really like so much. People ask me if I look at men differently now and yeah, I guess I kind of do. But in good ways. More open-minded, non-judgmental, cool “I get it” kind of ways. I love men.

Anyway, though, I’m kind of fascinated by patterns and similarities and coincidences and things like that. And using my completely non-scientific methods, I have determined that there are definite patterns in phone sex. Like the obvious ones - sometimes, like this past weekend, everyone wants a rape fantasy. Or sometimes I’ll get a burst where call after call involves kidnapping or whatever. Those are to be expected somewhat I suppose.

But then I also notice other patterns. Like geographical ones. Little hot spots of of kink where one particular fantasy is dominant. Sometimes I think if given just a location I could guess the fetish. I could almost do that with professions too. Particularly attorneys and doctors and then other professionals. I don’t know if I get a higher percentage of them calling or if it’s just that they more freely share what they do, but yeah, definite career/kink preferences that match up time after time too.

So, wouldn’t you love to know what kind of sex people in your state or chosen profession like? I’m here all week folks!

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Alright. I am going to take a quick, refreshing shower, put on something comfy and have hot dirty phone sex with you all night long. Oh, and… dream of FitFlops.