Reality and the Spank Mistress

Reality bites, for the most part. I prefer fantasy. One of the great things about being in the phone sex biz is that I meet a LOT of people who have excellent fantasy lives as well.  I know I’ve rambled about the nature of fantasy and reality before, but bear with me, it’s been a while Fantasy, for instance, is such a malleable word. It can mean a very simple (to me) idea like “I want to masturbate in front of a woman who likes watching a man get off.” This, to me, seems like something that could be very doable in person as well. I’m not saying it’s not a fun fantasy, because it IS,  there is something very appealing about a man willing to have a woman witness something so personal and private as stroking himself to an orgasm.  But, I hope, that the man who has this fantasy will share it with his partner and get to live it out in person if he wishes.

Then there are the wild fantasies. The ones about women growing huge watermelon like breasts at a certain point of the month, or year, or when their hormones kick in, or the women themselves growing until they block out the sun and, as a giantess, can crush the men who worship them with a careless step. Fantasies about having your best woman friend there when your time comes on Death Row, of having a smartass kick ass female sheriff bust your trashy con-girl criminal ass all over the jail, insulting you all the while, because she can.  These are great, but not likely to happen in real life. Does that make them any less valid or sexy or needed? Hell no. To be honest, these are my favourite types of fantasies. As I said, I have nothing against reality, but DAMN!! This kind of fantasy requires an extra level of creativity and acting – I’ve come out of some of them emotionally drained. I believe in giving my callers the best that I can, and sometimes they pull my ass through the wringer with them. And thats okay, I welcome the challenge.

And, maybe most fun, if not profitable, are the incredibly creative chatters and bloggers I’ve met because of this profession. Billy and Jemmie are Princess Grace’s pets, but they are my friends and playpals and we have a lot of fun making up outrageous scenarios in the chat rooms and on each other’s blogs (less so on mine, as I do try to keep it interesting for everyone, and our little adventures might strike some as rather wacky!!) and commenting with a fine edge of sarcasm and insult that I’ve seldom experienced with anyone but my close friends. There is a lil girly flutterbye who has captured my heart in her little jeweled wings. A certain noble shrimp, a Tiger turned cookie maven, a certain lucky bastard, and a trivia guru named magnus who just delights me with being himself…if I wasn’t open to a little weirdness and make believe, I’d never have appreciated these good folk. That would have been a damn shame.

So, with that, I’m off on my vacation. Try not to stake anyone while I’m gone, buffyBilly and remember that I’m NOT a vampire. But you can still be my minion, magnus. Have fun everyone and I’ll be back on the 21st, so get ready for a rested and ready to wrassle Miss Tara!!

Hugs

Miss Tara