Phone Sex

: Looking for the best phone sex? You've found it, here at NiteFlirt.

No, it's not my real name but in this industry, real is a matter of perspective.

For three years now, I've owned and operated the Phone Slut Diary where I offer my own top-notch services while providing fellow working girls with advice and support.

I've always believed that smart is sexy and that sexy doesn't have to market to the lowest common denominator. I know that there are people who prefer the lick-suck-powerfuck bimbo approach, but well, it just isn't me. Sure, I can use the word cocksucking in a sentence, but I can also use sultry, carnal, and licentious.

Surrendering to her carnal urges and the lull of the sultry cabin, the cocksucking wench dropped to her knees in front of the licentious old pirate and collected a gold sovereign for the service she was to perform.

See? Wasn't that better than "Shove your lovepole up my twat you rock hard stud." I simply refuse to believe that is the method all red-blooded males want to be sold on. I've talked to you guys. Most of you know how to use words with more than one syllable.

There is sensual and there is dirty. Anyone can be dirty, but not everyone can be sensual. The best kind of sexual fantasy is both.

Gads. That didn’t come close to filling up the page, did it? Well…okay, more about me:

I've always been a rather hypersexual girl. It was probably growing up so close to South Beach. Latin music, coconut oil and salt water will do that to you.

I'm young enough so that my high school prom song was a terrible aerosol rock ballad by Bon Jovi. I'm old enough to have nearly taken out three lanes of traffic when some idiot DJ shuffled it in with Zepplin on my classic rock station.

My father raised me to believe that Bob Dylan was a God. I still concur, even though I'm also in mourning for Soundgarden and Soul Coughing. (They could get back together! They really could!). And…okay…so I own a Garth Brooks CD here and there. I'm eclectic with music. And you haven't lived until you've had sex listening to Brahms' 3rd Symphony - 3rd movement.

I love movies - pretty much all genres, although I have a soft spot for the old yummy testosterone standbys like The Great Escape, The Magnificent Seven, and well…fuck…ANYTHING with Charles Bronson, Clint Eastwood, or Steve McQueen. But then, I also know all the lyrics to Hello Dolly and I think Hudson Hawk was the world's most misunderstood film so what can I say? I'm twisted.

I live and die with the Miami Dolphins. Granted, these last few years it's been mostly die, but I could be a Cincinnati fan, so everything in it's own perspective.

We can talk about anything you like, regardless of whether you're a Mister looking for Little Miss Right Now, or a fellow slut looking for advice. If you want more info, read the journal, or if you're ready then dial me up. I won't bite…

Well, maybe just a firm nibble on the nipples. But you can't fault a girl for that!