Monday 22 June 2009

Didn't Your Mother Teach You Any Manners?...

Honestly, the way most blokes talk on the 'phone is gobsmacking. They wouldn't dare talk like that to a real life lady. Maybe only on a Night of Hot Sex, because that falls into the realms of having porn type sex and both getting into it. But to be as nasty as they are on the lines? I doubt it.

There are a few who I allow to talk to me in a demeaning way, because I know they are fulfilling a fantasy. They introduce themselves beforehand. They have manners, social skills and intelligence above that of a sulky teenager who watches too much porn and smokes too much dope. Afterwards they laugh and say "that was good, eh!". They are polite. They say goodbye before they go.

But for the others it's different. It defines them. They are rude from the second they speak to the second they go.
Everything is 'shove' and 'stick up'. It involves all four fingers, their or my whole hand, massive dildo's, slapping. It's all so brutal. It's because it gives them complete anonimity. They can be how they truely want to be. It's so anti social, the fuckers.

I like being on the Mature line. I tell them 'Listen to me, no body shoves or sticks anything up me. I'm an older woman and I know what I want, and I want things to slide and glide before the jungle fucking starts"

Most of them snap right out of their vicious frame of mind and remember their manners. They still have a good call and get their rocks off and plenty come back for more.

And those that choose to hang up because they want to abuse me, well they can just piss off and call a sub.
Dickheads. You are what you eat.

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