Say What?

I was reluctant to try trannie phone sex, at first. I felt awkward and would say the most sexless things. I was more adept at turning him off than turning him on. He began coaching me on what to say, do and how to say it. He told me I should start with what I was wearing, so I told him that I had on my sweats and sneakers. He asked me what I wanted him to do with me, so I told him I wanted him to help around the house more. Finally, he said, “Honey, it’s a fantasy. It’s all made up save for the fact that you and I actually get turned on.” A light went on. I got it. We tried again, and he could not believe the difference. I got all hot and bothered at the thought of him helping around the house and it went from there. Now, we both love it.

Something in a voice

I don’t know whether other guys would agree but there is definitely something in a woman’s voice. It either turns me on or turns me off. I’ve dated girls from almost every corner of the globe and even though some of them have been incredibly beautiful with amazing bodies, if there voice didn’t sound right to me, they never got a second look. I like a woman to not only look sexy but sound sexy. I like quiet, almost whispering voices. I can’t stand women who shout and raise their voices. I also like a voice that is soft and almost drawling, a bit like the voice you would expect to hear if you were having phone sex. I like some foreign accents; Spanish being my favourite. Now they really know how to use their voices to turn a guy on. They have a sexy lilt that Italians also have.

Broken hearted

When Marty told me that there was something I should know, the last thing I expected him to tell me was that he had been unfaithful to me, and not just once with one girl. I’m absolutely heartbroken. How could he? We’ve been together for almost ten years. He is the love of my life and we promised each other that we would never sleep around. The news has hit me like a sledgehammer. For the past six months he has been paying for the company of numerous escorts in London behind my back. They have been visiting him at his flat whilst I have been at work. He told me not to take it personally because it was just business and that he doesn’t have any feelings for them, only me. So that makes it OK then does it? I can’t even get angry about it yet, I’m still in shock and my world feels as though it has come to an end.

Handwriting is important

Last year my kids spent the summer on their grandparent’s farm in Iowa. It was good that the kids were going to be away because we were having our house renovated.

Soon the summer was almost over and so were our renovations. One night, before they were to return home, the kids told me that Gramps was giving away his last crops because it was the end of the season, and he had more than enough for himself.

“There were so many people at Gramps’ vegetable stand that the cops came,” my youngest child said. “Then they put handcuffs on Gramps until it was straightened out.”

I gasped!

My father got on the phone laughing so much he could hardly talk. There had been a big misunderstanding. The kids had made a sign that looked like it said free porn instead of Free Corn. My kids have terrible handwriting!