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. I earn 58p a minute instead of 17p or 24p. 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 get �7.50) 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. x
It was undoubtedly the sight of me bending over that did it. Until then you'd been perfectly happy sitting there with the cat on your knee watching the tv. But there was a shift in your focus (and a twitch in your pants) after my timely appearance! Perhaps it was the way the red dress clung to my curves or the way your eyes rang all the way up the sexy seams of my stockings, all the way to the boundary - the point at which you could see no further (damn!). But you could imagine well enough what was hidden a little further up! A very different sort of pussy was firing your imagination now and why not strike while the iron's hot? The cat leaps off your lap as if anticipating some action and I walk over towards you. 'What did you do to the cat'? I ask. 'It's what I'm going to do to you that's relevant now'. You reply! 'All of a sudden my lap seems rather empty. Over my knee you go milady and I'll not take no for an answer'! Well - who am I to turn down an offer like that. With your able assistance I get into position over your lap and I wait with bated breath for your adjustment of my clothing and the subsequent gentle spanking ...
It was such a posh dinner! I wore my favourite shiny tartan strapless evening dress. It had the most delightful net underskirt and a satin trim too. How it rustled as we danced and my eye twinkled as much as the stars in the sky and the shine in the champagne glasses. But conversation, even in such elevated company, can become tedious, and after a few glasses of champagne, lots of chat and one too many dances we wandered off into the cool of the evening. The night was surprisingly warm and we walked a good distance from the house, beyond the sunny glow of the orangery, into the intricate knot garden, through the beautiful rose garden, under down a path bedecked with Grecian goddesses until we reach a quiet secluded summer house. The door was ajar and it's interior presented us with comfortable chairs and candlelight. It was as if it had been prepared especially for us. Remember how I collapsed down onto that comfortable recliner and how you kneeled down beside me. How you ran you fingers upon my stockings and ultimately buried your head beneath the rich fabric, your destiny my own special garden. A garden of delight which was there for the taking. Remember the softness, the seductive warmth and wetness and my response to your tongue and your lips and your fingers. The sensations building until I felt my reserve slipping away and my pleasure exploding like the fireworks we were to enjoy only a few minutes from now in the grounds of the main house. I imagine a few more fireworks here in our little haven first! You sit beside me for a while as I catch my breath and we kiss passionately. Kissing your lips and feeling the brush of your hard cock against my dress. How could I not climb on top and bury you inside me! I rise above you, my dress hiding your cock from view but the pleasure of feeling you slipping deep within - away from sight - is exciting, exhilarating and exactly what we need now. I feel your hands reach around my back and unzip my dress. It is too tight for a bra so my breasts fall out and you suck eagerly upon each nipple - feeing their hardness and the response of my pussy as you send shivers directly down to where you cock is now buried. I grasp your shoulders, you grasp my hips and I begin to rise and fall rhythmically with you. I sense your cock building to climax and I slow down ... time to change our tune (he sounds of the string quartet waft through the air towards us reminding us of the hurly burly only a few hundred yards away - It's Smetana's String Quartet No. 1 ('from my life') and I revel now in my life, your life and ours - intertwined together now in the most explicit and arousing way possible. I slow down now, trying to hold back a little longer - at least until the 2nd movement (of the string quartet that is!) ... and you bend me over the side of the chaise longue for our final cadenza. Pushing my tartan dress and petticoat up over my peachy bottom (if you had known earlier I'd had no panties on all evening!) ... and you slide back into my bog garden .. neatly trimmed but very natural, warm, squelchy and slightly perfumed. And you enjoy the depths my perfumed garden until you lose control and cum long and hard ... gasping with pleasure and hot from the exhilaration! We pause momentarily before collapsing back onto the sofa with delight and satisfaction. On a quieter evening we might well have nodded off now but a moment later we hear footsteps on the gravel outside and one or two guests appear outside the summer house. 'Come on lazybones' they say, 'the fireworks are about start'. We get up and follow them out and back to the house. I thought we'd already had fireworks but I'm game for seconds! x
You stand at a distance, watching me as I check everything is straight in the backseat. Well we did make rather a mess in there on the way home! Yes, it looks just fine now - as if nothing had happened at all. Only we know just what did go on only hours ago! Your eyes run slowly from the stilettos of my heels all the way up those smokey grey stockings (embroidered on the back of the left calf) to the stocking tops. Bending forward my skirt flips up and you enjoy that sneaky peep of what shouldn't be showing. I hear your feet on the gravel approaching me slowly. I turn around and smile, moving gracefully and seductively around towards the bonnet of the car again. I smile at you invitingly and lean forwards again - just in case you've a little more petrol in your tank! You don't need asking (silently) more than once. I feel your hands running up my stocking thighs, under the skirt, squeezing my cute buttocks and slipping (your hand) between my legs - feeling me still wet from our earlier enjoyment in the back seat. So what now? Do you plunge in for more fun or help me unload the shopping from the boot (lol). Your choice! :) x