Princess Phone Sex

Who doesn’t like the song by Pink called “You and Your Hand”? I love the lyrics, “Keep your drink just give me the money, it’s your and your hand tonight!” Being the dominant Princess that I am, this song means a lot to me for it’s like a theme song of this decade! Guys that try to and impress me only get the finger and a lighter wallet. So many guys talk about all the assets that they have and could give me but I never listen till I get that credit card in my hand and a couple of beers in yours! Making you suck down those alcohol filled glasses of false confidence is pure delight for me! When your sloppy and struggling to keep your cock hard, I’m still teasing and telling you take another shot or order another shooter! The night will end with me, loaded with cash that you gave to me; and you drunk of your ass with a raging hard on that will not go down and will not get off. Life is truly sad for my intoxicated sissy punk isn’t it?

I have this new sugar daddy, who is very sensual and has brought some very good points to my attention; other than the fact that Wickett is a cute little Star Wars creature. He mentioned something off handedly about how sexy stockings and socks can be on a woman. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to meander around my oyster in a nice set or nylons or long thigh high silk socks and a garter belt, making men wonder what is truly under that oh so tiny but not to flashy skirt; but honestly I never realized how intoxicating my legs can be when used in the right context! Simply wearing a short skirt and heels with nylons is not enough, their must be some flair to the ensemble. By wearing a nice pair of thigh high nylons that are a nice flesh matching color and a black seam in the back, when I walk away I am the center of attention as my legs glide and my heels click softly on the floor; while eyes remain glued to the back of my thick, meaty and toned back side. For a brief moment of pause, I stop and bend slightly over to inspect my shoes and assure myself that I did not in fact step in something foul; this moment allows you yet another joy to add to your life that once again came from me! This joy is seeing the now peaking black lace ends of my panty house and the thin black rhinestone encrusted beginnings of my garter belt. Your mind riles with the excitement that one inch separates you from a view of the thong I have underneath; only you don’t know its a thong, you have no clue what it is which is the most enticing part of it all!

If a nylons doesn’t suit the day’s docket, then I love really long socks that end half way above the knee. The kind with nice soft colors and cotton that fit snug to the skin. When worn with a nice close toe small platform heel that lifts the ass just a little and makes it rounded and plump. Guys stare at these socks, wanting to touch and get as close to them as my flesh is. When you rub your leg against their nice warm facial skin, they feel the fluffy contours of the fine material pressing against them, then the inner warmth that my body streams out. You can watch as their eyes close slowly and these sad pathetic bastards drink in the smell of my body lotion and the freshly laundered socks. They absorb the smoothness of the sock flush with their forehead and their cock gets hard feeling the sock run across their face. When I take my leg of their face I get up and walk away; my skirt swaying back and forth as their eyes open quickly with the deep sensation of loss, as my silhouette disappears behind the doors and you realize your cock is reaching for what it will once more never touch!