Iconic Mature Model Phone Chat Legend Easy2Talk2
I'm an iconic ‘mature’ sex-chat lady - unique and probably the best you'll every come upon! I stand apart from the 'crowd' and have built up an awesome 'following' over the years I've been enjoying this wonderful job!I’m a real lady who loves chatting and my genuine enthusiasm, friendliness and appreciation of my callers (old and new) shines out in my inspired and creative conversation.In a world where adult chat can be seen as sleazy, I stand out with my ability to thrill and amuse, with class and confidence. An elegant and amusing lady with a real ‘talent’ for saying just what you are hoping to hear! I'm quality, I'm the real thing and you really matter to me. I've been on this site since August 2004!
There’s very little I can’t do when it comes to sexy chat (I'm very creative and imaginative). Whatever turns you on - general sexy chat, guided masturbation, role-play, panty fun, tights, vore, foot fetish/stockings, men who love cross-dressing, transvestite enthusiasts, those who love a hairy pussy, beautiful lingerie, sympathetic conversation, downright 'filthy' chat, sensual romantic fantasies. There's no end to the diverse pleasures I can provide! I've been doing this for many years, have an awesome following and it's down to my talent, my enthusiasm and my skills. I'm here for you so enjoy me!I am NOT a dominatrix. Please do NOT ring me for humiliation and punishment.
A VERY BIG PLEASE. As a working lady (albeit one who adores her job!) it makes a tremendous difference to me financially if you can ring me after registering with the site and using your credit/debit card. It costs you no more, indeed, you are saved some of the normal introduction AND also get the odd special offer from the site. That is a BIG help for me.I would really appreciate it if you could do that. If not, never mind, I would still love to hear from you. If you prefer to just send a sexy email I will be delighted to reply pursuant to a 'tip' which is the fair and friendly way to do it. Thank you. For a 10 GBP tip I will read thoroughly and reply to your next six emails with entertaining six-line replies. Once you have sent your tip and first email I will endeavour to reply to it (and the other five) promptly and during that same 'day'. Obviously sometimes the 'intercourse' will be quickly back and forth, other times it may be more spaced (for reasons at either end). Why not have a go? Could be the best tenner you've spent in a long while. And remember, those words can be re-read and enjoyed over and over again. What value! :). Finally ... sometimes gentlemen like to write me a one-off sexy email to me for me to read. I am happy to read such an email (and reply with thanks) if it is accompanied by a tip (at your discretion) to cover time spent reading it properly and replying pleasantly. I'm sure you'll agree - a fair and friendly way to liaise. I am also very happy (new idea for 2017) to write - upon receipt of a fair tip on the site' a 'dedicated to you' blog entry. This will be read by all, but it will be dedicated to you specifically. Hope you're tempted!
Oh yes, my chat with Paul was very very tasty and perhaps I might just reflect briefly now upon the delightful time we had together - as indeed I do with so many of you :) - but back to Paul for now. Going back down memory lane led me to suggest that I lie upon my bed, as indeed I did when on the tv (we always enjoyed that period of my career) but now in the privacy of my own bedroom I can be much naughtier than I was on the tv..... Look how I lie back, spreading my legs and slipping my hand down between them ... brushing against my soft bush and slipping my fingers daintily and delightful into my warm wet pussy. Is it wet Paul? I rather seem to recall you slipped between my legs to see. Your tongue tasting me and my pussy responding to your tease and taunts in a truly responsive and exciting way. A tasty conversation? Oh yes Paul and the rest of the treats we gave each other we'll keep all to ourselves..... Mmmmmmmmmm! x
And so it was this afternoon with Andy ... a moment in time where everything else vanished in the midst of our extraordinarily delightful time together. The warmth of my pussy (or did I say cunt? I rather think I did) against your face. My hair moist, my flesh warm and my clit hard - eager for stimulation and pleasuring. You pleasured me so adequately and imaginatively. Fingers slipping, sliding deep inside. Causing shudders and shivers. Cumming on your face - warm, gushing, gorgeous ... and your cock throbbing ... so hard, so ready, so inviting. I invited you to cum and you exploded did you not. All that cream just for me. A moment in time Andy - never to be forgotten but - perhaps - to be repeated .... Mmmmm :) x
It's mid-morning and I'm at still sixes and sevens. I'm not even dressed - wrapped up in my favourite cream wrap and nothing else - when the doorbell rings! I answer the door and there you stand, holding a rather interesting looking parcel. I apologise, the postman is always going to the wrong house (can't imagine why!). You immediately stop me verbally in my tracks explaining that you're working away for Christmas and wanted to give me a small gift as a thank you for keeping an eye on the house (next door) when away. 'Well do come in' I say - a slight twinkle in my eye - wondering what you might have bought me for the festive season. It's definitely not a bottle of whisky (I do like a glass of Talisker!) and it's certainly not a d-ld- at that size. (Politeness denies me all the letters in that word!). But isn't that what parcels are all about - surprises to delight the senses and the eyes? Little do I realise that I am delighting your senses and your eyes as I lead you towards the sofa in the sitting room, inviting you to take a seat on the comfortable cream sofa. Yes, I like cream - such a sensual sophisticated and stimulating colour. Makes one think of so many nice things, and I'm not just thinking of cream liqueur - there have to be less calorific alternatives! Although it goes against the grain to open a present before 25th December, after a little discussion I insist that I open the parcel immediately. It's just so nice to see someone's reaction when one opens a gift and I'm sure (I say with conviction) that you've made a good choice. I lean forward towards the brown wrapping paper and rip the paper open slowly with my neatly manicured finger nail. It opens easily and inside I find a beautiful box, covered in red ribbon, and the logo of my favourite lingerie store emblazened across the top of the box. Well, Sherlock Holmes, you've certainly noticed where some of my diverted parcels have been coming from over the year. Well done (I think) as I finally reach the lid and open it slowly and enthusiastically. This is going to be....... WOW, I stop in my tracks, picking up carefully the grey gossamer gown within. It's chiffon, see-through, sensual, sophisticated and simply - well - Serena! My eyes say it all. 'Thank you so much' I retort, eager to show my gratitude for such a well chosen item. But a moment of doubt clouds my pleasure - what if it doesn't look as good on as it does off? A dilemma. But it's easily solved! I'll try it on now and you can give me your honest opinion. If it's not 'right' you can return it before Christmas. You say that you think it's highly unlikely that it won't suit me but happily agree to a fashion show. What gentleman wouldn't! And I slip out of the room to put it in. If I'd been a little more observant I would have already realised that the sight of my breasts less than covered in that gown as I eagerly unwrapped my gift was already causing you to respond, not unpleasantly, to my womanly charms, but no - I hadn't noticed ....... or had I? What do YOU think??!! Before too long I peep back around the door. 'Ready'? I ask. 'I'm more than ready' you say. And in I come. Well, my noble reader, you can fill in the next few minutes yourself ... see me as I pose and pout and present myself in the most artistic of positions. Sitting, standing, bending (oops!) and giving the gown a real run for its money. And your response that it is 'right ON the money' is music to my ears. Gift accepted. But I don't have a gift for you. The need to remedy the situation hits me head-on. What can I do! And to make things worse I feel that you may have yet another gift for me hidden away, perhaps a spontaneous and unexpected one that demands attention right now. For those of you of a less intuitive nature let me elaborate. I allude to your erection. Yes, feel it now, in your pants (or perhaps in your hand). What's to be done? What's to be done? I know, at this point, exactly what's to be done and I come very very close to you. That grey gossamer gown leaves very little to the imagination doesn't it. Perhaps this was all part of a pre-conceived plan? You know I would want to enjoy it with you today. And now I want to enjoy you. My gift is here, right beside you, and you can open your present today too! I sit down again on the sofa and lean slowly towards you. A thank you kiss on my lips and your hands now reaching towards me, pulling me close, the softeness of the fabric against your fingers and the intensity of our desire mounting and I reach towards your pants to find present number two. Out you spring like a jack-in-a-box and I eager grasp my Christmas Candle. How bright, how strong, how light you shine. I lean down to lick the twinkle of the tip and unashamedly follow that by slipping deeper onto your seasonal shaft. How good it feels, how good it looks, how good it tastes. Leaning forward like this causes havoc with my gown - it shifts hither and thither, and so do your hands, feeling beneath the folds of fabric to those damp warm folds of flesh. Sliding between my snowy thighs and finding a festive forest of fur and fun. You tease me, you please me, and as things get a little more frenetic you pause a moment to unfasten the ribbon holding my gown across my body. I slip it off and toss it unceremoniously towards it's box. It stays there in its safe haven and you find mine. I like back on the sofa now as you endeavour to put your flame out. My legs spreading against the sofa's support and you find my Aladdin's Cave. My treasure awaits and your have the magic words that allow you to enter deep within. It's a glorious, exciting, invigorating and enlivening place. Your candle shines it's light and makes me bright. It drives us wild with pleasure and sensation. I feel that I have you as my Christmas captive and I take all that pleasure from you and make it my own too. We slide and glide. You feel and probe. We toboggan together, our bodies singing louder than any Christmas Choir and we cum together like the final chords of a great seasonal symphony. HALLELUJAH!!! HAPPY CHRISTMAS and a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TOO.