Sexual Anarchism

FYI

2010-10-28T22:30:00.002-04:00

I have run into a bit of health issues and will be unavailable on Niteflirt for a while. I will miss you terribly (yes you) but recovery from surgery may take up to a month. In the meantime you can send me messages through this blog as a comment or if you have my IM address you can leave me a message there. I look forward to getting back to our play! xxoo mia

Four Men Part Three

2010-09-26T12:38:00.002-04:00

The fourth man in the group was R. From the photos he sent me, R was a smaller man who was, frankly, quite nerdy. We had little to talk about when he first called me, it was awkward. In every picture he sent me it was him posing with family, he had blurred out the family members. I noticed this right away. It was like he had no identity outside of his role as father/husband/son. But he never mentioned his family or wife. The topic we finally discussed was literature. As expected we did not share similar tastes, or perhaps our worlds were just so different that bringing the gap, even in our preferred pleasure reading material, was going to be a challenge. I finally called S to ask his advice. R laughed heartily after I made the statement “This guy knows nothing about the world I am from; I doubt we will ever make a connection!” He asked me what we have tried talking about and I told him fiction. I said “R has some authors he has suggested I check out, it’s this extreme sci-fi stuff, I am not sure I can get through it.”

“Did you suggest anything for him?”

“Not yet, I was trying to think of someone he might like, maybe Hakuri Murakami?”

He laughed again. “Give him the titles of some erotica you like.” So I did.

A week after I sent him my list he wanted to meet. I drove up to a Courtyard about 20 minutes from where I live. Not sure what to wear I figured that the best bet was to just be me. It was warm that early spring day so I wore cut off jeans, boots and a tight black tee-shirt. We met in the lobby and he gave me a formal handshake. His eyes began darting excitedly up and down my body, but he quickly corrected himself. He was not as mousey and nerdy as he appeared in his pictures. He had on sporty Patagonia clothing and hiking sandals. He was small but not squatty or disproportioned, he looked fairly fit and although he was balding, he handled it well by keeping his hair short. He had lovely light blue eyes.

Sitting in the lobby we made small talk. Finally the conversation ground to a halt. Minutes of awkward silence passed. Finally he leaned forward and whispered “I want to see you cum. I want to watch you masturbate.”

Relief flooded over me. This was a conversation I could have. This was a request I could happily fulfill.

He stood and left a room key on the coffee table between us. He stood to leave, gave me a hand shake and walked out of the building. He made me laugh. He treated our rendezvous like we were characters in some type of spy novel. This man R was definitely sexually repressed. I walked down the hallway toward the room number and pledged to break this man out of his sexual shackles. I went directly in the room and waited. In five minutes he entered. He brought in a bag with a bottle of wine. It was a nice Italian wine, just the kind I prefer. He admitted that S had helped him pick it out for me. He blushed and it endeared him to me. I liked him. He was cute.

I wasted no time. This was a sexual emergency. My intuition took over and I took control. I guided him to the bed and had him lay back. He looked uncomfortable but he was already aroused. I leaned over the bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek and let my hand rest on his hard on. I asked him, breathily in his ear “So do you want to watch me cum?” He dragged his tongue across his dry lips and murmured an “uh-huh”.

His hands were plastered at his sides and his whole body was stiff as I stood up and smiled at him. I started with a slow seductive strip tease. He stared like a deer caught in headlights as I flipped my hair, turned around and swayed my hips to silent music. I closed my eyes and let my hands wander up and down my torso, cupping my breasts and gripping the front of my jean shorts. When I opened my eyes he was transfixed and there was a growing stain in the front of his khaki’s. His hands were still frozen to his sides. I asked him “Is this what you wanted?” His voice came out at a croak but it was an enthusiastic croak “Oh yes!”

“If you like it and are enjoying it, why don’t you show me, why don’t you touch yourself and make it feel good?”

He was shy. He stood and turned away from me. I walked over and poured another glass of wine attempting to give him his privacy. When I turned back he was under the sheets still wearing his shirt. I glanced down have expected not to see his shoes, but there were there piled neatly by his folded pants. His right hand was hidden under the covers and his left was still plastered to his side. I began my striptease again.

I rocked my shoulder and kept my eyes locked on his as my hand began toying with the hem of my shirt. I raised it slowly so he could see the smooth bare expanse of my belly. I turned away from him bending forward and swaying my ass as I began raising my shirt.

“I love your tattoos Mia. I have thought about you showing them to me just like this…”

I turned my upper torso toward him. His hand was now visibly moving under the covers. I pulled my tee shirt the rest of the way over my head and tossed it over the chair. I wore a red and black push up bra. My tits were full and voluptuous behind the satiny fabric. Wearing nothing but the bra and cut off short and knee high boots I hooked my thumbs behind the snap of my jeans and popped it open. He gasped. I grinned at him “Might want to slow down there R, make it last…” He did exactly what I asked. His hands fell to his side. His cock was outlined by the sheet. I was curious by what I saw. He saw me looking at him and pulled his leg up to hide his bulge. I soothed him with my voice, telling him to relax and enjoy himself. I reached forward and tugged at the sheet. He sat paralyzed as the fabric moved down his hips to finally reveal the tip of his cock. I left it there. I was enjoying his discomfort.

I leaned forward, letting my full breasts spill forward toward where he lay paralyzed. His cock flexed as I reached behind my back to unclasp. I let my bra fall and I continued undulating. My nipples stiffened instantly as swayed. I reached up and let them rest in both palms, my fingertips reaching to my nipples and twisting them between fingers. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the pinches. I always enjoy a bit of rough nipple play. I smiled again as he sat rapt in the bed. His cock was straining under the covers, a shiny tip peaking out at me. He was open mouthed as he stared at my breasts. If he hadn’t initially specifically asked me just to masturbate for him I would have brought my breast to his mouth. But I was enjoying teasing him immensely. He was beyond aroused. It was like showing off for a teenaged virgin. I was half way expecting him to spew all over his belly at any second and my shorts hadn’t even come off yet.

I began wiggling out of my cut offs. I nodded at him as his hand began creeping back to his erection.

“Yes R, I am making myself feel so good right now… join me.”

I stepped out of the jeans clumped at my feet and sat on the edge of the arm chair, wearing only red and black thong. I pulled my boots off. He raised himself on the bed, to get a better view of me, shoving a couple of pillows behind his back. The armchair swiveled so turned toward him and with my knees pressed tightly together I rubbed my hand against my crotch. I laid my head against the back of the chair. Moaning softly and letting my hand work its magic, my clit throbbed. I stopped thinking about R and just enjoyed getting myself off. My knees fell wide and I let my finger slip under the triangle of panty fabric. My finger traced those familiar folds, and dipped into the wetness over and over. I knew I could cum right then, but what fun would that be? That’s when I remembered R. I opened my eyes and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shyness was gone. He was rapidly wanking a thick stocky cock and staring at my disappearing fingers.

“Please Mia, can I see it? All the way?”

“See what R?”

He squirmed and struggled. His good upbringing made him uncomfortable with asking for what he wanted. I was not going to let that stop me. I had already committed to breaking him out of his sexual repression. I had to assist. “Say it R… Say the word. Say… P U S S Y. “

He nodded and licked his lips. His hand started moving faster up and down on the shaft as he blurted the word “Pussy!” He was wanking so quickly that his hand was a blur. I was impressed with the girth of his cock. And his staying power.

I wiggled in the chair, working at pulling my thong down my thighs. I left it on both calves then laid back and worked the thong down my calves and onto my feet. Then I see-sawed my feet, stretching the fabric between them so that the panties obscured his view of my crotch. I let the stretching material snap off one foot so the panties dangled. He moaned as they made that sudden snap. I folded my knee back and with the thong hanging off one toe I let the tiny string that was once over my hip tickle my clit at the same moment I let my right knee fall open. My pussy played pee-a-boo behind the panties. I grabbed them off my toe and dropped them onto my crotch, completely hiding my pussy once more. I loved teasing him. He was incredibly turned on.

“Please Mia, Please let me see your pussy.”

He had slipped onto the floor in front of where I sat. He was crouched like a child, tugging on his cock and his face was desperate.

“I will R, I will show you my pussy, but you have to agree to stop touching yourself… ok?”

He instantly stopped. He leaned back on his heels and his cock curved impressibly up and forward.

I hooked the panties on my toe once more and reached my foot forward toward where he squatted then let them drop so that before they landed on the floor at his feet, they brushed against his cock. His dick strained forward.

His eyes were wide as he sat staring into my pussy. My meaty lips were even more swollen and the pinkness was coated with glistening juices. He was mesmerized. “ I love it Mia. It’s soooo beautiful…..”

With his face inches from my aroused pussy I flexed and tighten it, letting him see it wink and pout. “Please Mia” he begged, “do that again.” The second time my pouty lips pushed out in a kiss toward his rapt face he groaned and his cock flexed and began cuming. He wasn’t even touching himself.

R’s interest in me is mutual masturbation. It’s grown beyond hotel rendezvous’. R loves my pussy and is totally dedicated. He loved everything about it, but especially when it is aroused. His favorite thing is when I arrive for our dates soon after I have fucked another man. He loves the look of my well fucked pussy. I have allowed him to taste my juices off my own fingers and he knows the smell of me well. He has a growing collection of Mia panties he keeps locked away somewhere in his private life. He enjoys suckling on my tits while he jerks off too.

Some other time I am going to have to write about how he reacted to the first time I made my pussy squirt for him…. hehehe

Four Men Part 2

2010-07-03T12:26:00.005-04:00

About three weeks after my conversation with S he sent me an email telling me about his friend M. M had got in on the ground floor of the technology boom and made all his money in one fell swoop during a merger or sale in the late 80’s. Since then he had been retired. He had met his wife years earlier at the jersey shore. He went every weekend to sail. She was a fun loving, jersey shore Italian girl. They courted by sailing during the day and partying and dancing at loud shore clubs until the wee hours of the night. Most of all they fucked, it was dirty sweaty animal fucking. They had a whirl wind relationship and it wasn’t until just before they married that his jersey shore girl realized just how much M was worth. Immediately after marrying she became a high maintenance bitch. She spent his money trying to leave behind her humble beginnings. She joined Garden Clubs and started playing tennis. She bought designer clothing and after they had kids, insisted on snooty private schools. And she began withholding sex. His fun loving jersey shore slut was gone.

M had a son who went on to become a chef, spending time training in France and Napa valley. During M’s retirement, he set his son up in a restaurant in this quiet little hamlet town on the border of New Jersey and Pennsylvania. It had become a destination spot for New Yorkers and those from Philly. M spent most of his evenings at the restaurant assisting his son. S suggested I stop by and say hi.

The place was perfect. Obviously designers were involved in every aspect of its set up. It was both friendly and private. It was family style and romantic. It has fussy complicated foody dishes and quality comfort foods. I understood why it was a popular restaurant. After the dinner crowd thinned my girl friend and I were approached by a tall thin tan fit man. It had to be him. I introduced myself and a look of recognition swept across his face. He gave my hand a squeeze and smiled warmly. He brought a bottle of champagne from the bar and sat with us. We closed the restaurant laughing about youthful adventures at the jersey shore. He asked for my number before we left.

M called the two nights later, after the restaurant closed. It’s was 2 am. He sent a car to pick me up. That gave me just enough time to prepare. I already had figured it out. I arrived at his house in tight skinny jeans, and tall fuck me pumps, a push up bra and a tight tank top. My make up was heavy black eye liner, ala Sophia Loren and bright red lips. The car pulled up into an underground garage and I rode up an elevator to his loft. He was pleased as he opened the door.

A knowing grin slipped across his lips. He handed me a shot of tequila. We drank two shots each and he turned on music to a thumping beat. He obviously didn’t have neighbors who would complain. Then with salty lips and the sharp taste of tequila on our tongues we kissed a deep hard wet kiss. He pulled me to his body and ground his pelvis against me. He really knew how to kiss. His hands were all over me, exploring quickly, squeezing and pawing my curves. His mouth moved to my neck as his hands groped my ass. He bit my neck as he lifted me up and I swung my legs around his hips. Both of us had jeans on but I felt the heat between us as our crotches crushed against each other.
He carried me to the kitchen counter, setting my ass on it and without our crotches separating he poured us two more shots. Then facing me and his hard bulge pressing into my soft moist mound he helped me out of my shirt. He pulled the turquoise strap of my bra down over my shoulder and freed my left tit. Then he lowered his face, closed his eyes and began nibbling, sucking and biting me. I arched my back, letting my head loll and let him devour my breasts. My pussy was aching. This strong handsome powerful man was having me, I felt under his spell. I laid down on his counter and he reached under me and took off my bra, he suckled and chewed my nipples until they were aching little nubs. I wanted more. He began moving his mouth down my soft belly flesh and I raised my hips encouraging him. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans; I raised my hips to allow him to peel my jeans off. I wore a turquoise g-string under my jeans… looking down at it he said “nice but it’s got to go”. My heels and jeans hit the floor as he hooked his thumbs under the string at both sides of my hips, I opened my legs and before he could tug the panties down he saw the damp stain in the crotch of my panties. He leaned his face into me pressing his nose against me and inhaled deeply. He instantly changed his mind, instead of taking them off, he just pulled them to one side and looked at me. This is a trigger for me. I love love love a man to admire my pussy. And he did, he lightly touched the meaty lips, positioning them and tickling the folds of swollen flesh. I was on fire. I felt his warm breath nearing me and I thought I was going to cum right then. He kissed my clit and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. His tongue reached out and he lapped me from taint to clit. I shivered everywhere.
Suddenly he gripped my hips and spun me on that slick surface around, then pulled my shoulders toward him so that my head was hanging over the end of the counter. I opened my mouth and inched toward the distended front of his jeans. I reached, like an impatient child, tugging and pulling at his pants. He deftly released his cock from its confines and presented it to my mouth. I was hungry. I took his cock and made a meal of it. I slurped and sucked, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper and deeper. He pumped his hips and began fucking my face, holding it deep so that he could feel my throat constrict and my gag coat his cock in saliva. He leaned over my body and reaching between my wide open legs he spanked my clit as I drool oozed from my lips. I moaned on his cock, and gasping for breath between thrusts I began begging for him to fuck me. Before I could finish my request his cock was plunged back into my slimy mouth hole and he would ask, “what?” Over and over he teased me this way. I opened my legs as wide as I could and humped the air, my body aching for something to enter me. Finally he pulled his saliva soaked cock out of my mouth and said “let me see you.”
I got up and followed him into the well lit living room, and standing in front of a bank of windows overlooking a twinkling city I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. My make up was streaked down my cheeks; my hair was wild like a mane around my head. Streaks of shiny drool dribbled off my chin and tears had destroyed my eye make-up. “You’re fucking gorgeous” is all M said before pulling me over to the couch, peeling off my soaked panties and guiding me to my hands and knees. His dick inside me felt like a child’s Christmas morning. I was cumming all over his cock as he thrust hard and deep into my belly. He did not stop or slow even as I screamed into the pillows of his sofa. His shaft jabbed up and into my Gspot over and over. The juices were oozing around him and the wet slapping sound of his balls against my clit could be heard over the pulsations of the music. He grunted and pulled his cock out of my cummy pussy and I swung my head around to catch his seed on my tongue. His face was a snarl as he grunted cum into my mouth. I held his cum on my tongue, swirled it around in my mouth and blew a bubble with it before swallowing it. “Damn you’re a hot slut.”

M and I continue to have our slutty drinking fuck sessions. He has given me my own credit card and so far I haven’t been declined a purchase.

Four Men part 1

2010-06-22T00:37:00.004-04:00

It has been an eye opening and exciting six months. I feel like a different woman. I feel wiser, sexier and more in touch with whom I am. For years I have known S in an intense but sporadic way. He kept his life mostly to himself and would call me for dates when he came to town from time to time. On one of these visits we sat in the lobby of a trendy new boutique hotel downtown sharing a bottle of wine when he cleared his throat, shifted in his chair and leaned in toward me to speak “Listen Mia, I have been thinking…” I guess that is where it all began.

S and I had a mutually beneficial relationship. I felt like this was one of the most honest relationships I have ever had. He called; we went out, had good wine and good food and fucked. He bought me gifts, took me on vacations, and on occasion surprised me with envelopes with money. It wasn’t that he thought of me as cheap or buyable, he just felt like I was worth it. I have grown to expect this treatment from men. I am not a high maintenance woman; I am not a snob, a user, a bitch or a diva. I appreciate men and they appreciate me. I am thankful and kind and the men I date know this and therefore respect me in this way.

This evening something different was brewing. I could tell in S’s manner. He began telling me the story behind his visit in town. I had assumed it was a business trip but it was actually a reunion. He told me that in college he became best friends with three other guys. They all studied at the business school and were the top of their classes. They took their educations very seriously but one year, during spring break, they took a trip together to Mexico. This is where the bonds of friendship were cemented. From then on, each year they got together. Sometimes they visited Florida beaches, or Aspen mountain retreats, French chateaus, and once even to Thailand. Due to their careers or families some years they could only manage a weekend away. This was one of those quick weekend visits. S was the only one who had settled far from the NY/NJ/PA area. The other three lived near by. S went on to tell me that these guys were some of the best men he had ever met. He told me that he “loved” these guys. He had met with them the night before and he was feeling bad because each of these guys worked hard in life. They had each married and supported their wives and children. And S felt that each of these friends were not being treated the way they deserved. “I started thinking” he said. “I know you say that you think that everyone deserves passion in their lives and dammit Mia, my friends have forgotten what passion is. My buddy C, he is a successful man, works hard and it’s not that he doesn’t have a life, he does, but his wife died five years ago and he hasn’t found a woman yet who isn’t after him for his money, they all seem to be blood suckers”. I listened as he went on, telling me how C is active at his community, plays golf often, sponsors charity events, and is part owner of an art gallery downtown. Before we left the bar and headed up to his hotel room, S had my permission to give his friend C my number.

The next weekend I drove to a free concert in the park to meet this man C and talk. I had no idea what this man liked but he sounded interesting enough and going to see live music was his idea. I absolutely love live music so I thought that was a good sign. We met by the sculpture in front of the park entrance. He had short salt and pepper hair and was tall with a little bit of a belly. His arms and legs were solid, he looked strong. He had a gregarious manner. I immediately felt at ease. His size and behavior was instantly disarming, I felt like I had known him forever. He had laid out a blanket on the grassy bluff and had a picnic basket and some wine. We watched a Caribbean band play, men and women seductively swaying as they danced in front of the stage. He refilled my wine glass and scooted closer to me.

“S has explained things to me. I appreciate you spending time with me. It’s not that I am asking for much, just some time every few weeks. There is intimacy that I miss in my life. S says you are… (he searched for the right words), intuitive and non judgmental and very willing to satisfy.” I liked how he put that, I smiled and nodded “C, honestly, you seem like a great guy and I really look forward to spending more time together.” The night ended by 9:30pm and we went our separate ways.

Over the next week, C and I chatted a couple of times, his calls always made me laugh and afterward I would find an e-gift card in my inbox or a delivery for me at work. Finally the second weekend approached and he had asked me to come to his house. He had given me very specific instruction on what he wanted me to wear. He requested a muted color, straight, above the knee skirt, “khaki maybe”, a short sleeve blouse and sensible open-toed flats. “And Mia,” he ended his request, “plain white cotton panties please.” Oddest of all was that he had a rental car brought to my house that afternoon for me to drive. It was a grey Honda Odyssey.

I arrived at 5:30pm as he requested and I pulled up to a nice gated community on a golf course. The houses had small precise yards and large beautiful stone and stucco homes with substantial front porches and soaring windows. C was standing out by the sidewalk chatting with a neighbor. I pulled up and got out and he said “There you are darling; I was just telling Jack about the kids.” I smiled clueless and he gave me a big bear hug. Jack shook my hand and said he had heard a lot about me. C leaned over and kissed my cheek and told me it was so nice to see me. Jack said, “C was telling me all about how you were the top of your class in college and how you had a successful career in publishing and then how you left that all behind to be, as C said, The Best damn mom in the world!” C put his hand around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. “I am telling you Jack, I am so proud of my girl.” That’s when I had the Aha moment.

Some people are freaked about by this sort of thing. Not I. I know how to draw the line between fantasy and reality. I like a lover to call me his little girl and I even like to call a guy Daddy from time to time, but I can promise you this, I never think real pedophilia or incest is sexy. But age play, between consenting adults, gets me hotter than I like to admit.

As I walked into his foyer the idea of age play with this large hunking male made me instantly wet. He took my hand and led me down the hallway toward a closed door. Before he opened the door he turned toward me and raised my chin toward his face and asked me if I was OK with this. I nodded and smiled and he kissed my forehead. The door opened into a lovely spacious master suite. It was tasteful and simple and masculine. He sat on the edge of his king size bed and pulled me next to him. I found myself lowering my eyes and nervously sneaking looks at him. He chuckled deeply. “You are very good at this Mia.” I sat there nervous while he stared at me, a crooked smile on his face, he was enjoying my new found nervousness. “Cute skirt darling”, as he took his big paw of a hand and smoothed it along my thigh. “But,” he hesitated “I think it’s kind of short.” He looked into my eyes and raised a disapproving brow. I bite my lip and put myself further into the role. He stood and left me feeling very small sitting on that big bed. He shut the bedroom door with a thud and with his body turned away from me took a deep breath. I felt a tremble wash over me. He came toward me and leaned on his knee, again raising my chin to his face. With his eyes locked on mine he took his finger and dragged it down my chin and neck and toward the opening of my blouse. “And this…” he said as he tugged my blouse wider so that my cleavage was displayed, “is awfully revealing.” I tried to lower my chin. My panties were soaked. He was playing me divinely. I looked down as he took both of his hands and cupped my breasts, weighing them in his palms then squeezing them firmly. I gasped. He stood up slowly in front of me where I sat on the edge of his big bed. Directly in front of my face was a generous hard on tenting the front of his trousers. His voice broke the tension, “What do you say Mia?” I gulped.
“Sorry Daddy.”

He sat back down on the bed and put his hand on my neck and softly played with the little hairs that grow there. He was taking his time. He was drawing this out. Each move was calculated. I looked down at my feet that were too short to touch the ground from the edge of this massive bed. He rested one hot heavy hand on my knee, his fingertips lightly touching my inner thigh. I tried not to respond to his caresses. After a few moments though, I moaned quietly and parted my legs slightly. He jerked his hand away and asked me what I was doing. He raised his voice and asked “Mia, what do you think you are doing opening your legs like that! See what you do!” He leaned back and showed me a growing wet stain on the fabric at the end of an impressive hard –on hidden behind his pants front. That’s when he said the words I had been waiting to hear. “I am going to have to punish you!”

“I know Daddy.” “I can’t help myself.” “I am sorry.” “I get carried away.”

He guided me with a firm grasp on the back of my neck over his lap. His cock poked against my belly. His large hand raised the back of my skirt. My white cotton covered ass was displayed for his eyes. His cock flexed under me and he murmured appreciation. He began spanking me. He started slow and built up, just like an expert. I forgot who I was or what was going on. I was his baby girl and he was my Daddy and I was a naughty slut who needed to be taught a lesson. I was in heaven. He pulled the hem of my panty up into my ass crack and worked on my cheek directly. The heat was growing. I opened my legs wider and moaned and pushed back against him, whimpering. His blows quickened. I arched my back and wiggled against his throbbing dick. He was panting and insistently spanking. Finally he pulled my panties down over my ass cheeks, I assisted his pulling them down to my thighs and let my bare pussy rest against his thigh. We sat perfectly still both of us breathing hard. He laid his palm against my burning ass. His fingertips nestled against my ass crack. I moved just enough to grind my clit against his firm thigh. His fingers slide down and pressed against my wetness; he made a deep groan. I arched my back and pushed back into his hand. He sunk a finger into me. He hoarsely whispered “fuck mia…”. He finger fucked me as I lay over his lap grinding my clit into his thigh. I came within a minute; he pulled his fingers out of my swollen folds with a sucking sound. I was drenched. I was so lost in my pleasure I hadn’t realized all the squirming and wiggling I had been doing while cumming had brought him to climax as well. He slurped his finger clean then patted my bottom, “good girl.”

C and I have been playing this game for almost six months. He has never fucked me. Each time it’s variations on the theme of slutty girl needing punishment. Sometimes we go out together and he watches me flirt with young men and brings me home to punish. He likes dressing me up. He likes spoiling me. He often presents gifts to me during our dates. If I drive to his house he always has the minivan brought over beforehand.

S has introduced me to the other two of his college friends. I don’t even want to date other men other than these four men. I am having so much fun discovering myself and feeling appreciated though these men.

A 3:40 am Blog Post

2010-01-31T03:39:00.003-05:00

Silly Mia, cam is for grown-ups! Then how come some many of you "men" act like children.
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I reply to your messages, I chat with you, find out a little about you before you call. But I will not hang in IM with you and give you free masturbation material. Sorry, call if you want to jerk off. And while we are at it, why not use complete sentences?
I enjoy a nice seductive call, i like showing off, teasing and drawing my callers into the scene. I want to get into their heads, hear their kinks, listen to their words but if you call me, don't demand immediate nakedness. If you want to look at a random pussy, go to xnxx or someother free porn site. I am a real life person and if it's not hot for me how can it possibly be hot for you? In other words I need a little foreplay. And while we are at it, you might need to know I do not have a high def camera, or a zoom. Is a close up, two inches from a pussy really sexy? I am a whole person, if it's not me and just pussy that gets you off, please move on.
Ok, I really don't know how to say this any way other than, assholes, cheats, scammers... please don't bother. I am not stupid. Plus you will ruin it for everyone else.
So, as it stands now i am returning to phone only and cam only by special request. If you have called me before, don't be shy, I would love to play with you, just say hi.

About Feedback, what has happened? I rarely get feedback anymore. Is it because the "new Niteflirt" makes it harder or something? Feedback is helpful to me, it attracts new callers and raises my ranking, so why not take a minute or two and show me you appreciate me with a little feedback.
Meanwhile I did get some awesome feedback on a cam call from the night before last. I really appreciated it, and wanted to share it. Sorry the caller did do some flirt bashing in it, but he may have really touched on something .... here it is. Thank you you know who.

"WHAT A GREAT PROVIDER!! This service is starting to go to hell in a hand
basket!!! Too many ugly chic's, and fat girls that think they are princess
material." I DONT THINK SO". And too many chics trying to rip you off all the
time..not to mention these 6.99 a minute fakes ( money wh_r_s!! Oh ya.. and the
20 year olds that has experience cuckolding?? What.. she hasn't even been
married!!!
But MIA.. is a true sexual goddess with lots of great experience!! Thanks babe
for the role play and the listening!!! I love your sexy attitude and input!! A true
sexual goddess!!"

OK, Tom's waiting on me, and he is one of the many callers who I really enjoy spending time with.... Thank you to all you nice guys!

xxoo mia

A Return

2010-01-16T00:53:00.003-05:00

I sometimes crave to be pushed hard against the wall, pressed into, felt roughly and entered with force. If the lover is skillful I will experience a change of consciousness. This shift is difficult for me to describe. Even those who have shared this with me don’t always realize what has occurred. When asked to describe it most words are lacking; possessed sounds too negative but is almost accurate. I used to hid my “transformation” or at least gloss over it. But I had this lover who liked to re-count. The passionate act was one thing, but for him, hearing me retell it was another huge turn on. I found myself thinking through our fucking, trying to place it in my memory as it happened. The unfortunate side effect was of course, that I would be unable to let go enough to slip into that other world. I wanted to please this man, but also, when I was revisiting the event for him, if I got fuzzy over details or the order of things he took it personally. He thought that our lust was common or forgettable for me. This was far from the case but he still looked doubtfully at me when I tried to explain my possession.

I crave the events leading up to the shift because I actually need the shift. Rarely is there a time in my life when I shut down. It can be quite aggravating to be around me because I think constantly. I analyze and question constantly. My brain is churning at every moment. And as you may be able to imagine, even sleep is often elusive. Why am I telling you this? I want you to understand my sexual motivation; this is why I am a sexual adventurer, as I so blatantly claim. I need the shift. It’s not a want, this is therapy for me. Sex is healing, relaxing, cathartic, oh wait, no, let me revise. Sex can be healing, relaxing and cathartic.

But what about all the other sexual experiences, you know, the non-forceful, non-rough fucking penetrative sex? What about the seductive Mia, what about all those sexual experiences that involve Mia in something tight and revealing with her mind in high gear and her taking her lover into a realm of exploitation or manipulation or calculated seduction and teasing? These sexual experiences fulfill another side of me. It’s not the same as the animalistic penetrative sex that takes me into lala-land it’s more … hmm, this is also difficult to define. The first word that comes to mind is amusing and sorry if that seems harsh, but it’s like a challenge, a game, a hobby, a talent. I get a rush, a tingle, it’s, quite honestly, egotistically pleasing. I can’t think of a time when I feel lovelier then when I see a man groveling or falling over himself to please me. It turns me on to be desired by certain men, not just any man, but men who have power in the world and find themselves offering it all to me. These aren’t the same kind of lovers whom I share the animalistic fucking with usually.

I guess it all goes back once again to balance. Doesn’t everything? I walk between many worlds in my life and that is how I like it. I easily flow between the submissive and dominant, the traditional and the non-conformist, the working class and the educated. I am open to many experiences. I am trying to take advantage of everything life has to offer.

xxoo mia

INKEDSLUT

NITEFLIRT

Monkeys in I.T. positions?

2009-10-01T00:50:00.008-04:00

There is a large elephant in the room and I guess it’s going to be up to me to mention it.
Niteflirt.com as we know it is gone. I was hopeful at one point, now I am in some other stage of grief…
I am sure many of you have heard ENOUGH of this already from the hundreds of panicking Flirts who are filling your inbox with pleas, offerings, rants and other perspectives. I am not going to do that. As of now I am going to refrain from mass mailings and instead bite the bullet and just try to wait it out. I am still logging on from time to time and taking some phone calls. They are few and far between so I am not going to set up for cam unless I have someone especially requesting it. In case you didn’t know, I don’t just sit down and turn on my cam. It takes some planning and preparation.

Some things you have to know about using the beta site:
I am buried. You used to be able to find me on the first page or so of listings. Now I am very difficult to find when you browse the listings. So, be sure to add me to your favorites list. Here is a link.

Tributes no longer work. If you want to spoil me, send me a message either through Niteflirt or through Yahoo messenger. I can direct you to wishlists and giftcard options. If you do not have my messenger ID just message me through Niteflirt and I will give it to you.

Call glitches are numerous. Some issues you may experience are: Calls being cut off. Calls are being billed incorrectly. There may not be introductory recordings. The 1-800-To-Flirt is not currently working. Adding money can be difficult. Recordings may not be available.

Also you must know that from my end, my call notifier no long works. I cannot tell who you are when you call, so now when you call I will be asking you for your Niteflirt ID name. This is the only way I can try to predicatively know what your turn on is. I like to be able to address you by name, right now I will not be able to do that. I am still the same person, but without my call monitor. Also know that I will not be able to tell what listing you are calling on. So, if you are into the Femme Domme Mia or the dirty slut wife Mia, you are going to need to give me a little more information.

If you have any issues or glitches with your call Niteflirt wants you to fill out a Customer Support Form (see it here). They may take a couple of days but they seem to be addressing all concerns.

I apologize for any inconvienance this may cause you and I especially apologize for not being able to offer you the fun and fantasies you’ve grown to expect from me. Just remember you can always reach me, just send me a message Here, Here, or Here!

xxoo mia

Liberation... my erotic return

2009-09-10T16:12:00.005-04:00

I stood by the window. My arms were crossed as I looked out between the dividers of the wooden pane. A yellowing leaf was daring itself to fall. Through my slightly parted lips a large sigh slipped. I stood and looked. You came into the room silently and until you slipped your arms around me I hadn't even known you were there. I first felt the warmth of your body and before I could recognize it for what it was, you had your hand over my mouth and the full length of your body pressed against my back. The moment I recognized you as a human body against me I could feel your breath on my neck. Your voice was in my ear. Your left arm was around the front of my torso. My nostrils flared above your knuckles. "You need this".

You lifted my feet off the ground and twisted me toward the bed. You body fell on top of me as my chest hit the mattress. Your left arm slipped from around me as you positioned your thighs around my rib cage. The full weight of your body wasn't on me, but you had me held down snuggly. You leaned forward and moved your hand from my mouth as you hissed a "shhhhh".

You reached over to the heap on the floor and slipped a belt from the loops of yesterdays' jeans. Over my head you attached my arms. Then you moved off of me and put your feet back on the floor. My eyes were clinched shut but i breathed. Deeply. The stress tensed every muscle in my body. You hand raised my forehead and you tied a bit of fabric, a scarf or a scrap over my eyes. You kissed my exposed cheek. You said "That's it, keep breathing." You moved behind me and gripped my legs and pulled my arms tight over my head and the rest of me more near to the end of the bed. From the foot of the bed, with both hands under my hipbones you raised my ass and positioned me on my knees. Then you lifted my forehead again and slipped a pillow under my head. You kissed my shoulder blade and said "much better". For moments you must have stood circling me, admiring your handywork or appreciating the vision. Finally you placed your hand on my ass and moved forward; putting your foot on the bed along my knee and placing yourself so that i could feel you nestled against the crevice of my ass. I felt how hard you were and inside my belly there was a shudder and warmth. Once more you reminded me to breathe. I drew my breath in deeply. I felt good. My shoulders melted into the mattress effortlessly. With a dramatic exhale you moved. I imagined it was as comfortable for you to be nestled against me as it was for me to feel you hard and nestled against me. Then you put both your hands against my cheeks, low, toward my thighs and opened me and looked. "Mine" you said then you relaxed your grip, letting me return to a more natural pose. I wriggled my knees wider for you. "That's it Mia, show me it's mine." I arched my back.

First I felt your breath, I also heard you breathe me in. Then you kissed me. Your mouth was like an answer at that moment. I forgot the worries. Your mouth knew every fold, every minute gesture that would always make me shiver and ache. You lost yourself in the task at hand. Your strong hand joined in my pleasure. My voice crept from my throat and lost itself in the pillow. The natural noises of intimacy and my bliss filled the room. For minutes that felt like hours I let myself disappear into the delight of your undertaking. Then you moved your fingers inside of me... the time had come. The song was reaching its crescendo and it was me you were playing. You lifted your chin and mumbled "Give me what's mine Mia." And I let go. You murmured appreciative noises as whorls of your fingerprint touched me and I swelled. And then rippled. I tightened and then softened in the way you knew I would. In my faraway place I heard two things. You said “good girl”, and you let your pants drop onto the hardwood floor. I breathed deeply and raised my head, looking over my shoulder as you, gripping yourself, positioned yourself but stopped as you noticed my raised head. With your scented hand you reached forward and scooped the blindfold from my eyes. I melted as I saw the way you looked at your target. It's was reverence, need and appreciation. It was admiration, passion and hunger. Your lip raised and your eyes closed as you sunk deep. I felt you take the breath from me. Buried with me tight around you, you raise your face upward and opened your eyes. Your chest expanded and you spoke to all who would listen. "Mine".

xxoo mia

à plus tard ...

2009-08-22T18:14:00.008-04:00

This isn't really one of my "normal" blog posts just a little FYI. I will be mostly away from computer access for the next two weeks. I have decided I need a break! I am taking the Mia Show on the road (coming to a city near you???). Plus I am celebrating a birthday while away and taking a step closer to 40 has gotten me in a bit of a funk, so a little soul searching is in order. I will try to check messages off and on but I am really unsure of what access I will have.

Hope you miss me and have fun, I know I will come back with plenty of dirty stories to share!

xxoo mia

An Unlikely Pair

2009-08-10T01:00:00.010-04:00

During her last year at the University she needed to prioritize her life. She needed a calmer living arrangement, away from the drama of young women who like to party. It’s not that she didn’t like to cut loose but she needed to keep it a little more separate from her everyday life. She needed to really apply herself to these last five classes if she wanted to land that summer internship in the publishing firm. She began looking at apartments off campus. She had certain tastes though and not just anything would do. One day she ran into a friend of hers at the coffee shop on the strip. He was someone she had known for years. He was the sidekick of her old boyfriend. And as time went on and she got to know Chris she ended up liking him way more than she liked her boyfriend. But he was socially awkward, nerdy, lisped and had an odd way of walking but he was very smart and capable. He was not dating material by any stretch of her imagination but he was a great male friend. Through the years they had been friends many of her girlfriends had commented that he was her “pet” or “a lost puppy” who followed her around. She tried to ignore this fact offering him only friendship but found herself from time to time having him help her “move furniture”, “fix stuff” and even from time to time buy her nice gifts or take her out to dinner.

At the coffee shop she told Chris about her fruitless search for housing options. She was especially disappointed because she saw one place that she fell in love with but could not afford. It was in ground floor apartment in a charming Painted Lady Victorian. The young male (and obviously gay) Doctor who owned it and lived on the upper two floors and kept it meticulously restored with impressive formal gardens all around and a little iron gate around the front. The apartment had high ceilings and gleaming hardwood floors. Technically it was a one bedroom but the basement was finished off to be a sort of den with laundry facilities in one corner. Chris proposed “Let me live there with you and pay half the rent.” She felt a little guilty because she knew deep down this had occurred to her and was exactly the reason she mentioned it.

They moved in a few weeks later. She had a sunny room in the back of the first floor with large floor to ceiling windows that looked out on a flower garden. Chris moved into the basement, one wall the unfinished stone of the original foundation, the space was a bit dark and a little damp although unique and spacious. She went about her life, school, work and fun with her friends and a date almost every weekend. Chris having already finished school would come home from work, make both of them dinner and watch TV. When she left to see her friends she would often invite him but being socially unsure of himself he preferred small group or private socializing. After a few months she noticed him beginning to get brooding when she left to hang out with friends and downright grumpy when she was preparing for her dates. She felt bad for him and made and extra effort to find time to watch a movie with him occasionally. One day she was heading to the shower to get ready for her Friday night out; she noticed Chris was in his usual position on the couch watching TV. She sighed. Once in the bathroom she recalled she had forgotten her newly purchased perfume in her bedroom. She wrapped herself in a towel, that was a little too short to cover her completely, and ran around the corner to her room. She hoped that Chris hadn’t glanced up because she was fairly sure her booty would be hanging out as she streaked back to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she threw the towel down and stepped into the steamy shower. After a minute she felt a draft and noticed in her haste she hadn’t pulled the bathroom door shut all the way, and there was Chris, outside the crack of the door watching her. She turned her back to the opening and thought for a second. He brooded everytime she left. He wakes up early on Saturday mornings while she is in bed with a hangover and takes her car to the carwash. He buys most of the groceries and does most of the cooking. She decided. OK. She began soaping up her body, showing off while pretending not to know he was there. In the mirror she saw that he was enjoying himself, his hand was a blur. She took an extra long shower with the door cracked that day and most every day that followed.

Chris’ disposition changed. He was cheery and happy to see her every time she returned to the apartment. And he began bringing her home little gifts. “I saw this necklace at the antique shop by work and thought you might like it”. “Oh,I love it! How much do I owe you?” “Nothing, the old lady who worked there gave me a great deal.”

She became more brazen in her showing off. She would sleep with her bedroom door cracked, naked under a thin sheet and on early mornings before he jumped in the shower and headed to work she would sometimes wake to the quiet sounds of the swoosh swoosh of his hand cream covered hand sliding up and down on his hardness. She would smile into her pillow as she slid one leg against the mattress, feigning sleep while giving him a glimpse that would complete his task.

“What’s this?” “Something I saw in the window of the bookstore, open it.” “Oh my god! A first edition Ladders to Fire by Anais Nin! Thank you Chris!!!” And she knew that, he probably didn’t know that, she knew the book carried the price tag of $350.

After living together for a year Chris took her car for regular tune ups, paid all the household bills except for a portion of the rent that formalized the fact that she was an independent woman for both of them. She never asked Chris for anything. She still went on dates most every weekend. She had found a few pairs of her dirty panties stretched out and under Chris’s bed one day when he was out grocery shopping. She decided it was a small price to pay and shoved them back under the bed and didn’t mention it.

Chris had begun to act moody again. He had begun once again pouting when she left the house and was always criticizing the guys she dated. She would tease him, telling him she kept David around because he was a good lover or that Ben had a massive cock. “Really?” Chris’ tone was genuinely curious. “How big?” She found herself describing Ben in details to her unusual friend. Chris asked more questions about her lovers. She answered honestly at first until she noticed that his pants were growing rather tight. And at that point she first noticed the outline of his arousal. He was very well endowed. She didn’t understand how she missed this before. She began embellishing her story, adding more erotic details until Chris was visibly aching. There was a large wet spot on the front of his khaki’s. She said good night and left for the date with Ben.

That night, she was tipsy and she did something she never had done before. She brought her date home. She took him to her bedroom, left the door cracked and began fucking. She didn’t shush her lover and instead enjoyed the sex more than ever, not holding back her moans of pleasure, she talked dirty and even didn’t hesitate to give directions. “Mmmmmm, don’t stop…. Yesssss… right there……” She heard the creak of Chris’ door and knew he was in the shadows watching as she straddled and rode Ben’s massive cock. And when they switched to doggy style she positioned her ass to the door.

The next morning she woke up late and Ben had left. She rolled over, peeling her sticky body from the sheets. The sunlight was streaming in through the tall windows of her room, she was naked. The apartment smelled delicious. Chris was making breakfast for her. He boldly walked in her open door and sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a cup of tea, with milk and sugar just like she liked. He smiled at her. He brought her breakfast and took the plates away and washed them when she was done. He ran her a bath and put lavender scented bath salts in the water. When she was lying back in the tub, her eyes closed he spoke to her from outside the door. “Thank you. I would like to help you every morning after your dates. I have been thinking about it Mia and I would really like to help you… I mean… I would like to, um… if you’d let me… um. I don’t want you to think I am weird and you don’t have to answer me now. But ……….I want to clean you up.” She considered these words but said nothing.

xxoo mia

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His First Surrender ...

2009-07-19T04:18:00.006-04:00

She opened her eyes when she heard the beep beep. She noticed that he had left his phone behind, sitting on her nightstand where he had emptied it from his pocket the night before. The relationship was good, she was hopeful that he might be “the one”. She rolled over and hugged the pillow that still smelled like him and drifted back into a blissful dream, set in the surroundings of her bed the night before. She had gotten far enough into the dream that both of them were naked and kissing in the doorway of the bedroom when she was awaken once more by a beep beep. She recalled him telling her it was his work phone and had to keep it with him, turned on, at all times. She stretched and rolled her feet off the bed and padded naked into the kitchen to pull her own cell phone out of her purse. She dialed his work number to tell him that he had left it. He sounded startled by the news and told her he would be right over. She grinned as she set down the phone thinking round two…

Back under the smooth sheets of her bed she closed her eyes, her fingertip pressed repeatedly against the cleft of her clit. The corner of her mouth turned into a grin as her mind once again drifted into the erotic encounters of the night before. Looking up into his face and feeling the warmth of his hard cock against her lip. His phone beep beeped again and she was jerked from her feelings. His phone was beginning to annoy her with all its interruptions into her erotic thoughts. Then at that very moment, it beeped again. Fucking text messages she thought, then she hmmmmmm-ed. She reached for the phone.

By the time he rang the door bell she was in her robe sitting in the chair near the front door with the phone weighing heavily in her open palm. She was fuming. This is bullshit was her mantra. It didn’t surprise her when he arrived within fifteen minutes and seemed guilty and anxious as she opened the door. She said nothing with her mouth but her body language and expression said it all.

His excuses came tumbling out. She kept her cool, saying nothing, her arms crossed. His reasons, defenses and apologies meant nothing to her, the fact was, he was a married man. Finally he quieted and lowered his eyes. It was her turn. She spoke her mantra once more, “This is Bullshit!”

He said one simple but sincere sounding word “Please” and then dropped to his knees. She felt livid but his gesture also made her curious. She hadn’t known this man to seem needy or desperate in the nearly month they had been dating. He always seems self assured and confident. He did not seem like the type of man who would drop to his knees. If he had been he wouldn’t of lasted this long.
Her voice took on a sharp cool edge. “Please what? You’re a fucking piece of shit? What the hell do you expect me to do with you – You’re Fucking Married!”
“I don’t know…” he stammered, “I don’t want to lose you; I don’t know what to do…”

She paced up and down the room thinking; she glanced at him and noticed he was staring at her feet. Her toes were recently manicured, French tips on her nails. She liked him too. She didn’t want to lose him yet either. It wasn’t like she hadn’t dated married men before but she just never suspected him of being married. Maybe she could live with this, if she could find some way of restoring her bruised ego… She sat back in the chair, re-crossed her legs and looked at him. He had his head downturned but it was unmistakable, he was staring at her legs as they peaked out of the slit of her robe. And sure enough, as he kneeled, there was a visible stain on the front of his pants. Her mind raced.

He was making no attempt to cover his arousal. She found it unbelievable. She set her jaw and glared at him. She was even more surprised to see a blush wash across his cheeks. At that moment she noticed his hard cock flex under the fabric of his slacks. She had never felt the feelings she was feeling at that moment. She wanted to hurt him and fuck him all at once. There might be some help for that bruised ego of hers after all. She leaned back in her chair and purposefully let her robe expose more of her toned thighs. Did he just shiver? She wondered. She decided she needed to test her hunches.

“Are you hard right now? “ She asked him, her voice slightly mocking. He nodded.

“Show me.” She challenged. He stood and silently began removing his pants. Her mind was spinning; she was thrilled at this new sensation of power. It was puzzling though because under that thrill she still felt hurt and angry for being lied to. Here in front of her, this man, whom she truly liked, this married man, who had hurt her was kneeling naked and wanting her. She stood and walked toward him; he reached behind his back and clasped both hands. His posture was of complete humility. She looked at him and felt her stomach tighten. She realized what she felt was arousal at his surrender. And she wanted to touch him; specifically she wanted to wound him. Or maybe it was punish him…

xxoo mia

Where have I been?

2009-05-27T23:34:00.004-04:00

This time like every other time since they had met she tried to follow his directions as precisely as possible. She pulled over to the edge of the heavily wooded road and turned on the overhead light in her car and looked down at the directions she had. She hadn’t passed a driveway, a road, a house or any other man made structures for the last 40 minutes. It took a certain amount of faith for her to drive on but that is what she did. She glanced down at her watch before the road made another bend. 6:48 pm, it seemed much later due to the dense foliage along both sides of the road. Even during the brightest day it’s probably dark here, she thought. Finally her car rose up a long a crest in the road, as the top of the hill cleared, she slowed the car, it was breath-taking, a lush valley opened before her with a little creek that ran alongside the road and on the far end of the clearing where the valley began to rise again, there stood a cabin. It had the look of a rustic cabin but it was over sized. It had a substantial timber frame and a vast wraparound porch. There were no signs of any other life around the place, the windows were dark and there were no cars in the gravel lot to its side. She parked and grabbed her bag, packed carefully according to the instructions she had received. Inside she fumbled for an envelope that enclosed the key he had sent. She hadn’t imagined this. All of the adventures he had orchestrated for her had been surprises. She trusted him and knew how much better her surprises would be if she resisted her curiosity and didn’t investigate further. So this time she didn’t check her GPS or look at the satellite maps online. She really had no idea that she was going to end up out in the middle of nowhere. She had imagined a small town or a secluded estate or even an exclusive resort but not an isolated cabin. She opened the door into a sparse but rustically luxuriously furnished room. It was an open great room with a large kitchen along the back corner and leather couches and heavy carved wooden furniture. Some of the pieces accented with bright colors that contrasted nicely with the dark grains of the wood. From glancing around she knew this was no ordinary cabin, architects and designers had definitely been involved. She dropped her bag and walked to the kitchen and slid her hand along the cool granite. She coveted the massive Viking stove island unit. She popped open the SubZero refrigerator to find it was nicely stocked with fruits, like mangos and pineapple, cheeses like Brie and Gouda and meats and shrimp, marinating and ready to be cooked. In the door were Belgian beers, bottled sparkling water and champagne. She knew she was in the right place, it was all very Him.
After climbing the impressive bucolic staircase she found what she knew she would find somewhere in the house. A large room with floor length windows on three sides opened before her. The forth wall was all cabinets and closets. In the middle of the room was a large, leather covered and padded platform. On each side of the platform were eyehooks. There were two other platforms, smaller but similar. She opened the first closet, packed in was a bench, also padded but rounded on top. It was wheeled and there were eyehooks on the base. She opened the nearest cabinet and shivered, hanging neatly were a variety of brightly colored and precisely made crops and floggers. Also hanging from a little hook was a familiar looking light blue envelope, just like the others she had received from him. She tore into it.
Dear Mia,
I see you made it. Very good. And as I predicted you immediately began snooping. I know you well enough that I am sure that even though you looked you haven’t disturbed anything. You must be tired from your drive so tonight please take some time to relax. Downstairs there are six bedrooms, The first door on the right is for you. Tomorrow morning I want you to prepare yourself according to my usual wishes. From tomorrow morning on you will be in service mode. Make me proud.
Fondly,
Scott

The next morning she woke and found Earl Grey Tea in the cabinet. She smiled to herself because she knew this was one small way he thought of her needs. She went to the bathroom that was attached to her room and opened the cabinet. There were all the items needed for her to bath, shave and cleanse in the way he required. She finished and glanced in the mirror, he always liked her naked best. Being naked wasn’t how she felt most comfortable, she felt like her thighs where too wide, her breasts not perky enough, etc. But she would sometimes catch him looking over at her as her chest heaved and her weak limbs ached and smile and tell her she was beautiful and perfect. She reached into her bag and brought out the heavy silver chain he had custom made and given to her two years earlier. She looked at her reversed image as she reached around to the back of her neck and closed the locking clasp. Only he could remove it.
She padded through the house and felt strangely warm. She checked out the thermostat, already programmed and set to warm to 82 degrees at 9 am. She looked at the carved dark wood tallcase clock that stood by the entry. It was 9:30 am. She picked up her book and settled on one of the armchairs in the great room downstairs.
Despite having glanced at the clock numerous times, she glanced once more as she heard tires on the gravel outside. She peeked through the front window and saw a large extended cab black truck. As the door opened she saw three men, none of them Scott. Her stomach did a flutter and she sucked in her breath and stood still naked by the entry and waited. She heard them put a key in the door. They definitely belong here she thought. She closed her eyes for one second and checked in with her body. She was warm in the pit of her belly. She didn’t feel fear, only the rush of the unknown. She wanted this, if this is what Scott wanted for her. Then door swung open and the three men entered glanced at her standing there naked and walked right past her. For all intrinsic purposes they were ignoring her. After they passed where she stood she followed them into the great room as they set their bags down and went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “What a drive” one of them said. “Thought we would never get here” another retorted. “Nice place” the third one observed. Oh she thought, so this is the game. She knew this game, silent slave, called upon only when needed, I am nothing more than a piece of furniture, I can do this…
She watched as they made and ate a large breakfast of eggs and sausage. She followed them as they explored the downstairs bedrooms of the house. The only bedroom she had gone into the night before was her own. She now realized the other five downstairs where much nicer than the one she was in. It all started to fall into place for her, she began to see her role. It wasn’t long until she was sure. One of the men announced he was going to shower to the others. Before he disappeared into his room, he called, “come girl.” She followed.
She was told to turn on the shower. She was made to get him undressed. As she peeled off his shirt she was impressed by his strong muscular chest and toned body. She was aroused by the time she slid his boxer shorts off his hips and his cock, hard sprang into her face. She followed him into the large dual spray shower where she washed his body. She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his back and slid her hands over his firm ass cheeks. He stepped his legs wide and she wiggled her fingertips down his ass crack and underneath his balls. She reached around his body and wrapped her slippery fist around his now rock hard cock. She began slowly stroking his cock and closed her eyes and imagined it up inside her. She moaned. He heard her and pushed her off, rinsed the foam off his body and turned off the spray. She pulled a warm towel off the heated rack and began drying his body. She noticed his cock was still hard. She was careful not to give it too much attention while drying him off for fear of him pushing her away again. She brought him his robe and he sat in a chair in the room and told her to “show me”. She knew this command. She stood directly in front of him and clasp both hands behind her back and began turning around. When she was facing away from his gaze she bent deeply forward and arched her back and clasped her ankles. In this position she had nothing to hide. Both her ass and pussy were completely on view and she was totally vulnerable. She wondered “had Scott told these men about me, about my triggers and vulnerabilities?” He kept her in this position for quite a while at one point moving forward and actually bending to look more closely at her holes. Each moment in this position brought her arousal on more keenly. After some time the man’s voice cut through her agony “Are you dripping down your thigh?” She mumbled an embarrassed yes and before she knew it the man was up and behind her and landing a series of rapid fire spanks over her ass cheeks. She was startled by the sudden pain had a hard time choking out a “yes Sir” after he asked his question once again. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her face up to his. He sneered at her and glared into her eyes. His cock was poking out through the opening in his robe, its slippery tip against her belly. He reached down between her legs and put two fingers in her swollen juicy hole. She tried to keep her face calm by chewing on the corner of her lower lip. His face was inches from hers as he said “he was right about you, you are a dirty horny little fuckhole.” He removed his fingers from inside her and did not touch her again down there as he proceeded to test her talents. She wanted to rub her clit as she enthusiastically sucked him off but knew better. She used all of her tricks, trying to impress him with her skills. She used her mouth and hand with a twist. She took him deep and coated his cock with slime, consciously pulling back so he could see the juices drip down off her chin onto her tits. She lapped like a dog at his balls. She opened her mouth wide and reach her tongue out to lick his sack with his cock way down her throat. She moved her face down further between his legs and licked his taint and asshole. And finally she was rewarded, she pulled her face back and opened her lips wide and his thick spunk landed all over her mouth and chin. She held it open wide until she heard the swallow command. “Acceptable” he proclaimed and told her to “Leave me”. She went toward his washroom to clean up between her legs and he said no, and informed her to leave it.
She entered the Great room with her thighs glistening and slippery against each other. Both men were sitting there casually chatting; her entry, hair still damp, and her body flushed with arousal commanded their attention. Ha! One of them proclaimed. The other looked at her like she was a tasty meal. She sucked her breath in quietly and ached privately. “It returns…” They both stood and walked up the staircase, she silently followed. Upstairs in the playroom, all the French doors were opened and the sunlight streamed in. Inside the center doorway she was bound, spread eagle, standing, her legs wide her arms over her head. The men busied themselves in the cabinets. She was facing out toward the beautiful valley and couldn’t see what they were selecting for her. She heard one of them approaching and felt his hands on her back, moving them down, gently massaging her needy flesh as he leaned his body against hers she that she could feel his erection in his jeans. He spoke in her ear. Scott tells us you can handle a lot of pain slut. Is this true?
Yes Sir.
Scott also tells us you can be a very good girl and make lots of people very happy. Is this true?
Yes Sir.
Well, I also hear you can be a spoiled needy little brat and give people a very difficult time, are you going to be a good slut or a needy brat for us?
Good, Sir.
Well, we will see.
Then she heard a hum. It was a familiar hum because it was the sound of her favorite toy, her wand. It was the thing she was rewarded with when she was very very good. It made her cum rapidly and quickly and abundantly. Then it was on her clit. And she was writhing around on her bonds. She felt his arm circle her torso and grip her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Be still, no cumming.” She was doomed.

Setting New Rules...

2009-04-23T22:19:00.004-04:00

He came home from work and found his wife sitting in the living room, a glass of wine perched on the arm of the couch and her laptop on the coffeetable. He gave her his habitual, hello dear and peck on the cheek greeting. He paused before leaving the room to change out of his work clothes. He turned back and looked at her. She seemed different this day, her face was flushed and her smile wicked. “Hello johnny…”
She was dressed in her standard work suit, but her skirt seemed tighter, her blouse more revealing, her legs clad in silky stocking, but as she shifted he saw a glimpse of the tops of her thigh high hose. He was curious; he always thought his wife wore pantyhose, not stockings. He wondered when she had switched over and when was it that she had begun wearing her skirts so short and tight. He started to question his own perceptions. His voice almost came out as a squawk, “um dear...”
“Spit it out johnny” her voice was almost cruel.
He tried to ask her why her skirt seemed tighter, why her breasts were so perfectly displayed in her blouse. He wanted to ask her when she began wearing stockings, but no matter how many times he began his sentence he lost his train of thought, or it sounded weak, or his thoughts were jumbled. He sighed and she seemed to be buoyed by his lack of capacities. At that point he glanced down at the laptop and saw that a video was playing, the volume down. A man stood amid a group of professional woman, he was naked except for high heels and a pair of women’s fushia colored panties. They were taunting him, jeering, John thought humiliating him. He started at the monitor watching as the man crawled between the women’s feet, mouthing words that were clearly pleads. When he stood his cock made an obscene image barely hidden in the satiny panties. The women’s faces were all wildly amused with open mouth laughs and almost to the point of knee slapping. By the time John realized he was staring mesmerized, and realized his wife had clearly noticed his interest it was too late, he couldn’t feign disinterest. “dear…” he found his voice finally, but it was confused and desperate “what is this?” He gestured toward the screen; She smirked at him and crossed her legs high on her thighs, her lovely legs stretched into his space. She raised a brow and said nonchalantly “what dear?”
The thing that John didn’t want to admit was that he felt ashamed, the scene on the monitor had awakened something deeply hidden in his psyche, he felt the familiar warmth of his own arousal. He was also shocked because he realized that he was married to a woman he didn’t truly know, he had been living with her but not looking or listening to who she was. It all came into focus for him in these few moments; his wife was not a mere wife, mother and professional woman. She was a woman of passion and power. She was seductive and sexy and in control. He felt like shrinking and submitting to her, how could he of been so blind.
Her voice oozed into the tense room. “Well johnny, what do you think of what I was watching?” Her heel clad foot slid absently against his calf, his leg felt weak at her touch and he stammered for a second before answering “it’s a little shocking dear.”
“Oh is it John? How? I don’t find it shocking, I find it amusing, oh so very amusing.”
His voice was lost again as his leg shook uncontrollably against her foot. “If you’d be more comfortable johnny, if your legs don’t seem to want to hold you upright any longer, feel free to slip onto the floor and kneel.” He felt a great sense of relief as he curled his knees underneath his legs. He adjusted his position repeatedly for his now rock hard cock was being pinched painfully in his trousers. His wife seemed to notice and she chuckled down at him in the most patronizing manner. He was surprised to find her demeaning mannerisms only made his arrousal and agony more unbearable. He felt his resolve melting away and felt his heart swell with love and lust for this woman he was just beginning to know.
She rocked her crossed leg and the top of her shoe cradled against the crotch of his pants he felt her toe tip nudge up against his balls over and over. He held very still. “Dear I am thinking that here needs to be some changes around here.” Her voice was smooth and hypnotizing to him. He nodded at her every word. “I am thinking you John, have begun to discover your role around this house and we need to take your self discovery further. Would you like that?” He nodding again, he felt the tip of his cock oozing, soaking through the fabric of his pants. She raised a brow and asked “Yes?” Once again he voice was a squeak, he no longer sounded like the 40 year old man he was, he now sounded more like a prepubescent boy replying to a strict authority figure. “Yes Ma’am”.
She began setting rules for their life. “You will no longer wear the clothes of a grown man john,you will either be completely nude or you will wear special outfits of my choosing”. At this her face became illuminated with amusement. He oozed further.

xxoo mia

Your Wife

2009-04-05T15:35:00.005-04:00

She looked down at the creamy white flesh of her smooth belly. A viscous drop of semen dribbled slowly down the curve toward her hipbone. The cum wasn’t milky or thick or opaque. It was clearish, watery and runny. She thought it seemed impotent in its very essence. She sighed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, catching sight of the clock on the nightstand, 9 am, right on time. She listened to her husband in the kitchen messing with the coffee maker and shake a crinkle out of the newspaper. Another Saturday morning. She went to the bathroom and turned on the water, steam clouded the mirror, and she looked at her smeared reflection, letting her fingertips slide around in the slippery fluid on belly. She thought, I deserve more.

In the bathtub she pinched her nipples and watched as the puffy pinkness transform to dark tan nubs. Her breasts were very sensitive; she often dreamed of voracious men suckling on them like animals and woke with insistent dampness between her legs. She started to feel her lips swell beneath the surface of the water. She glanced at her pubis, dark hairs covering the mound, she raised her hips and soaped herself and dragged the razor over the mound leaving a ¼ inch of fur. This had become her ritual every Saturday, her husband disliked her too trimmed and criticized her the time she removed all pubic hair, so she would take the hair down to barely there right after their weekly Saturday morning missionary fuck and let it grow in during the week. Setting down the razor she pressed her fingertips into her folds, let her head rest back against the edge of the tub and began massaging her clit. This is how she came every Saturday. She recalled images from college, before she knew her husband, things that had happened that she had never told him about. She remembered the trips to the city with her best friend Cassie, to party and score coke, inevitably finding themselves in some posh apartment sucking cocks or in some seedy after hours club also sucking cocks. Sometimes they put on girl on girl shows in penthouse suites for small groups of men speaking foreign languages. Or she would think of being in the VIP lounges of concerts, draped on the arms of rock stars only to find herself naked in a hotel room full of people in the early morning. She let her fingers dip over and over into her now slick slit, and then the frenzy would set in. She would begin aching for more, she wanted more than anything, at that moment to feel full, sore, satisfied, used. She looked around the bathroom, at the shampoo and conditioner bottles, the hair brushes, anything she could use to fill her need.

Just then her husband tapped on the door of the bathroom and cracked it and said, “Are you decent dear?” She felt like she could scream but instead took a deep breath and replied, somewhat defeated “of course”. He delivered her a cup of coffee on the counter and said “I have bad news dear… I know its Saturday but I need to go into work for a while. There’s been some type of emergency and they need me right now. The problem is that I scheduled those guys from the window company to come out and give us an estimate and they are supposed to be here any minute. Are you done in the tub, can you come out and get decent so you can let these window guys in?” She thought Bingo! Now was her long awaited chance. This is better than a bottle or a hairbrush!
She stood naked drying her long chestnut hair with the blow dryer. She applied a dusting of power across her cheek and dark mascara on her lashes. Then she painted her lips with a deep rose, much the color of her pussy lips swollen with desire. She dressed carefully, she chose an aqua blue bra and panty set that she had picked out for her husband to buy for her on their anniversary. It turned out that he was too shy to go into the store and buy them so she had to. She slipped on the aqua panties over her curvy hips and full ass. She leaned forward and let her breast lay high in the demi cups. Then she heard the doorbell. She grabbed her black silk robe and casually wrapped it around her body and went to answer the door. She hesitated for one minute and finally thought I can’t live another moment without this and opened the door.
A young man, in his late twenties about 6’4” with a sandy colored crew cut came in the door and introduced himself as Mike. Mike had the air of an ex football player with cool blue eyes and a thick neck and arms. Then he introduced his coworker who stood in the doorway behind him, Jerry. Jerry was younger than Mike, lean and muscular with dark skin the color of milky coffee. Both men had matching light blue polo shirts on with the logo of the window company on their left breast.
She led them into the formal living room with its creamy colored micro fiber couches. As the men walked down the hall way she thought she saw them give each other a look. Mike began pulling brochures out of his briefcase and laying them on the coffee table. The wife slipped from her chair and kneeled in front of the coffee table at Mike’s feet and began reviewing them. Her robe gaped forward and her aqua push up bra was displayed. She leaned forward so that the pale flesh of her breasts curved toward the young men’s eyes. She chewed on her lip and pretended to review the papers and tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs. She shifted and let the silk robe slip off one shoulder. She heard both men draw in deep breaths. From her place on the floor in front of them she turned toward where they both sat and looked up at them. Her intent was clear. Jerry turned to Mike and said, “I don’t think she really interested in our windows”. “I’m not.” She replied.
She placed both hands on Mike’s knees and started inching up between his legs, he leaned back in the chair and let his thighs flop wide. “Have at it lady.” She removed his cock from his pants and was not disappointed. It was similar to the cocks of her dreams, thick and veiny, not too long. She began sucking, inhaling the pungent scent of masculinity. It throbbed against her tongue, her earlier life of expert cock sucking in the dark hallways of clubs and brightly lit penthouse apartments quickly came back to her. Drool oozed from around her lips and coated the shaft of his virile cock. He groaned and said to Jerry “this is our lucky day.” She let her eyes dart over to Jerry and saw that he sat with his dark cock already in his fist, perfect in proportions, its nine-ish inches almost an exact replica of the black dildo she kept in the attic in the box marked Nana Betty’s Good China. She had to taste it. Her robe fell to the floor and she positioned herself in front of Jerry and opened her mouth into an O and put her hands behind him, and pulled him forward so that his cock slid easily into her mouth. She was offering her wet orifice for his effortless thrusts. Mike began sliding his large hands into the cups of her bra, pinching and tweaking her nipples under his callused fingers. She whimpered ravenously as Jerry began his rhythmic stabs into her juicy throat. Her bra pushed down, her large full breasts swayed as Jerry rocked her body back and forth. Mike stepped out of his pants and moved behind her, easily lifting her petite frame, raising her hips so she stood, bent over, her legs and torso making an L. Mike leaned forward, his massive body dwarfing hers, his thick cock pulsating against her ass as he cupped and squeezed her tits; she began bucking against him, wanting to feel him slip inside. She begging onto the cock lodged in her throat, vibrating her need. Mike fascinated by her ample breasts ignored her grinding and moaning and instead moved beneath her to wrap his lips around the full curve of her breast and began drawing her nipple deep into his mouth. He suckled, it was just like her dream, she felt her pussy tighten, and the waves wash over her belly, and she screamed the delicious rapture of release. Both men slightly shocked by her intensity, paused and let her paroxysms subside.
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xxoo mia

Seduce & Reduce

2009-03-30T14:30:00.003-04:00

Two years ago Governor Schwarzenegger suggested that the environmental movement become “hip and sexy”. He was trying to suggest the movement’s image needed a make-over. A part of me agrees the stereotypical, stuffy, no parties allowed attitude was a little harsh. Environmentalists were sometimes coming off like the prohibitionists of the past. I have friends who are hardcore eco-minded and when invited to their house I found myself apologizing for bringing a potluck item in disposable packaging or because my cheese platter wasn’t organic.
But on the other hand there is something that makes me cringe in the idea that environmentalism is being embraced as “sexy and hip”. The green marketing of cars by companies who until this time have embraced the production of gas-guzzling SUV’s (that have been responsible for who knows what kind of damage to the earth) just plain angers me. I want people to take living more gently on the earth seriously and to approach it holistically. Being “green” shouldn’t be a fad, marketing campaign or a current trend.
I consider myself hip and sexy. I listen to indie music; watch the latest indie films and try to support the arts. I won’t qualify the sexy part. And I am an environmentalist. Not just sort of, but for real. I live consciously. I garden extensively and all organically. I read my food labels, I don’t eat meat. I use natural make-ups and hair products. I buy recycled. I compost religiously. I have a rain water collection system in my yard. I subscribe to Mother Earth News! I have a dream of living off the grid with solar panels! But I am not a stuffy, overly serious type. I like to – ehem – party. These two worlds have always been pretty distant from one another. How can I be the type who believes “it’s good if it feels good” and also be concerned for the future of the planet?
My life philosophy is much like my sexual philosophy. This Sexual Anarchism thing I espouse says, “ Adults, do what feels good as long no one is getting hurt in the process”. Well, living unconsciously does hurt others and the earth, sometimes in the here and now (as in neighborhoods being trashed because you refuse to properly dispose of your garbage) and sometimes in the distant future (as in the legacy of your carbon footprint). I try to make my choices with this consciousness in the back of my mind. But what happens when I want to buy non-petrochemically infused lube????? (Well what would you expect from me?)
So here I am frustrated and wincing as I squirt a gob of chemically laden goo into my fist and prepare for a little action. Well, there is now hope! Reading the latest issue of my beloved BUST magazine I came across a couple of articles that will help me mesh my two worlds of eco-consciousness and hardcore fuck fun! The first reviews four all natural lubes; Oceanus Naturals lube can be found at www.oceanusbrands.com, Good Clean Love’s Almost Naked (also mostly organic) can be found at www.goodcleanlove.com and the last is Babelands Natural Organic Lube in both Naked scent and Fresh scent available at www.babeland.com .
The second article was titled “Seduce, Reuse, Recycle” and it reported that David Kowalsky, the owner of the sextoy site Viberator-Shopping.com, is now offering sex toy recycling. Check out his site www.RecycleMySexToy.com where you will find all in the formation about how to recycle your unwanted dildos, vibes and other orgasm inducing devices.
To read these articles and much more awesomeness about music, art, film, crafting, fashion, pop culture and feminism check out BUST magazine (www.bust.com).

Human sexuality is a natural and healthy part of Life, and now there are some additional ways to make your sex experiences more healthy and natural!

xxoo mia

Laugh With Me

2009-02-24T00:15:00.003-05:00

Out to dinner the other night, a friend and I were laughing about how teenagers have taken the acronymic text vocabulary and turned it into language. For example my friend’s daughter says “LOL” and “omg”. And of course most of us have had a friend say “STFU” in reply to some silly comment we have made. So we finished off a couple of cocktails and a bottle of wine and decided it was high time that the kinky world begins to have its own abbreviated language. The applications are endless, not only for obvious use during cyber sex and sexy texting, but there would be safety and efficiency benefits during S & M play. We talked about it and I came up with Acronyms for the most common sexual situations. So, here is the official Inked Slut’s Acronymic Language for Sex, Kink and “Other” Adult Play. (Yes you guessed it ISALFSKAOAP)

AMH – Abuse My Holes
AUHD – Ass Up Head Down
AYD – Are You Done?
BBOC – Beaver, Breakfast Of Champions
BHSP – Bare Hand Spank Please
BIB – Bald Is Beautiful
BIHCY – But I Haven’t Cum Yet…
BLAD – Bark Like A Dog
BYF – Bring Your Friends
CMD – Call Me Daddy
CMIS – Cover Me In Spunk
COMF – Cum On My Face
COHASM – Crawl Over Here And Suck Me
DFTBB – Drink From The Bowl Bitch
DHF – Deeper Harder Faster
DIGB – Does It Get Bigger?
DPMP – Douple Penetrate Me Please
FIF – Fisting Is Fun
FMLAN – Fuck Me Like a Nun
GYAR – Get Your Ass Ready
GYM – Greet Your Master/Mistress
ICB – I Can’t Breath
LFIL – Lost Feeling In Legs
LMA – Lick My Ass
LPDG – Let’s Play Dead Girl
MICOYF – May I Cum On Your Face
MLP – More Lube Please
MMBP – Mercy Mercy Bitch… please
MRFMMP – Make Room For My Meat Pole
NIME – Not In My Eye
OTH – Ouch That Hurts
OWH – Oops, Wrong Hole
PMH – Pull My Hair
PMOYK – Put Me Over Your Knee
PNP – Please No Paddle
PYSGON – Put Your Safety Goggles On Now
RMBB – Ride Me Bare Back
RSG – Ready Set Go
SLAP – Squeal Like A Pig
SML – Swallow My Load
SMLW – Swallow My Load Whore
SMS – Suck Me Slut
STS – Shave That Snatch
SUSC – Shut Up Suck Cock
SWS – Stop Whining Slut
SYS – Spill Your Seed
TMA – Tongue My Ass
TMTM – The More The Merrier
WTB – Wow That’s Big
WWMD – What Would Mia Do?
YABG – You’re A Bad Girl
YCTAC – You Call That A Cock?

I hope you got a laugh out of this blog. The truth is that things are pretty tough for a lot of people right now. I see it every night I log on, my Niteflirt call volume is way down, and I get it, I understand why. But now is the time for us to laugh, find the little reasons to smile and slow down in life and count our blessings. But most of all, don’t deny yourself pleasure. So, if you have read this far and decide you would like a little wit, humor or just down right dirty fun (the thing I do best), send me a message through Niteflirt or through InkedSlut and I will send three free minutes for a call.

Thanks!
mia

A glimpse....

2009-02-13T14:19:00.003-05:00

I shifted in my chair. I glanced at the door about a dozen times before I heard it swing open. I chewed on the corner of my lip as I watched him walk over to the chair while eyeing me up. He was taking me in, I could see it behind his eyes. I was being judged. Finally he sat. His body was present, he wasn’t merely plopped in the chair. He was upright. After more assessment he relaxed slightly and sat back. His hands rested lightly in his lap. “So.. I have studied what was written about you, by you. I have come to the conclusion that you will serve me adequately (an understatement to put me in my place.. nice). Stand and show me yourself”. I set my glass of red wine down on the table and stood in my black and white spectator pumps. My silk nightly grazed my thighs. I felt the thin strap fall off one shoulder and his eyes wander warmly on my skin. I let my hair fall over my forehead and slightly over one eye. Then I turned away from him and leaned forward and pulled one side of my nightly up over my hip. Experience had taught me that this would give him a glimpse of my ass, my superb ass. From what I knew about him from before he entered the room, I was certain that this would please him. I felt a heat ooze in my lower limbs. This was the moment I ached for. I had this massive desire to show off, to please, to serve…strangers. It smoldered inside me. I was damp in my thong. He murmured appreciation and my heat swelled. Sit he instructed and open those legs. I am ready to see your fuckhole. I glanced at the toys on the table. I had laid them out according to the request I had gotten before he arrived. Sometimes as I prepare for these sessions I imagine the multiple combination of play, depending on the advance requests I receive. I knew few things about this man and as I looked at my purple jelly plug and my “favorite” seven inch dildo but I had a premonition as I spread my thighs for him. I put my heels up, one against the table the other hooked over the arm of the chair…

Low Blow - yeah I Know.

2009-01-27T23:42:00.003-05:00

I had to share this…

When I see Barack Obama speak it makes me a warm all over, of course anyone who knows me know the things that turn me on most are confidence and intelligence.

If only I had one of these while I watched the inauguration!

http://www.headostate.com/

Notice the lapel pin?

xxoo mia

Passion - it's sexy

2009-01-11T22:37:00.002-05:00

I went to this arts festival thing they do downtown once a month. It’s on a weekend night and all the galleries and shops open their doors and serve wine and that sort of thing. Two friends of mine were involved with this art and music event sponsored by an arts organization. The hosting organization had rented this cool space, an old dilapidated building, three old crumbly brick walls stood and encompassed a courtyard like area, the old black and white tile floor was visible here and there between clumps of grass that had grown over it. The group had brought in a bunch of local painters who were set up on the side walls painting pieces that were going to be auctioned at the end of the evening. My friend’s band was playing in the back of the space. It was a warm, clear night. There was so much energy up and down the street, a relaxed, weekend vibe.
So where am I going with all this… passion. I was so happy to be there that night. I was with a group of friends and some were single, some couples, one family with their cute little girls. I ran into some old friends I hadn’t seen in years. I met some cool new people. There was a big keg of free beer and it was a delicious micro-brew to boot! I stood there and listened to my very talented guitar playing friend rock out with his band and I started watching the crowd. I scanned, black leather jackets, pink hair, smiling children, a leashed dog, and old guy with a cane. My eye caught a bright splash of color as an art was working against the side wall. It was a huge painting full of the jewel tones that always catch my eye. I moved closer, my friend Chloe next to me but was watching the band still. The artist was crouched kneeling but her feet were underneath her. She was working on a bottom bit of her painting, leaning forward slightly; her body language one of concentration, the tip of her paintbrush against her lip, her hand frozen in midair. And unbeknownst to me, a little moan slipped from my lips. See this artist was about twenty two maybe and she had short brown hair, cut to be functional, not trendy. Her face was excluding from my view but even without seeing her face I felt like I already knew it. Her tee shirt was tight and had cap sleeves that showed off her arms that were defined from hours of holding them up in front of herself as she painted. And her well worn paint smeared jeans long and lean and hung low. The little thing that gave me the motivation for the moan was that there was this strip of skin over her hip, the side of her belly that wasn’t covered by either her tee-shirt or her jeans. While she painted, lengthening and stretching her little bit of skin moved. It contracted, twisted, tightened, softened, tensed, slid, curved, pooched, elongated, it even seemed to change color. Every bit of her passion for her art was manifested in that little strip of skin. And watching that strip of skin move and change like that made me moan, and ache. That girl never looked away from her painting, so I never saw her face. But I wanted her passion so badly at that moment. I still think about her and it has been months.

xxoo mia

Phone verus Cam

2008-12-13T17:07:00.002-05:00

Which do I prefer?

Often I get this question. They are both so different for me, and honestly the experiences I share with my callers are on a completely different wave length with each. Perhaps I should back up and give you a little Niteflirt primer first, just in case you have stumbled upon this blog from other places. Niteflirt is the “platform” I use for accepting phone calls. (More about Niteflirt Here) I work for myself and set everything up myself there. I have no boss. Niteflirt has certain rules, which I adamantly stick to. One of which is that you can not accept outside payment processing services. So the only way to play with me is to go through Niteflirt. At Niteflirt you can buy my messenger ID’s, see pictures, purchase recordings and check out my listings. There are two basic types of calls to choose from.

The first is phone only. This is where you are connected directly with me. (Both of our personal information is always kept completely anonymous). If you call my listings, you will never be put in contact with another woman. I am the only one you reach. People often think of phone sex companies as putting up a few pictures of some models and then connecting you with whomever is available. I am sure this is true for some companies and maybe even some of the listings at Niteflirt, but NEVER MINE! I only log on when I am available to chat and if you call me you will get my undivided attention.

The second type of listing is phone with cam. At Niteflirt it is against the terms of service to do cam shows without a phone call. There are many reasons why someone may want to watch someone on cam without calling, the major one is secrecy. I am sorry you are in that situation, but in the age of mute buttons, silent ringers and cell phones, this doesn’t have to be an issue. I often do calls where the other party is completely silent or whispers. In this case it helps to have my IM window up to explain your interest. Interests??? What does she mean by that? Well, I aim to please. I like to have a little dialogue with new callers, before we play so that I can understand what turns them on. This is especially good for cam calls, because if someone wants something, outside of my scope of expertise it’s good to know. For instance, I really would rather not play with the type of guy who connects with me and says right off “grab your biggest toy.” I find that type of man, generally disrespectful and unrealistic about women and definitely clueless about what is sexy.

I am best at seduction. I use my eyes, my voice and subtle gestures (and nudity)to bring both of us to the point of no return. Generally for cam shows I wear lingerie, black, hot pink, red tend to be my colors. I sometimes wear corsets, or garters, or stockings or even pantyhose on special request. Some guys like me in glasses, some like pigtails, some like high boots, and others like super high pumps or strappy sandals. And in the end, a lot of that comes off. Like I said, I aim to please.

So now you get that cam shows have to include phone. I don’t usually use a head set, I hold my phone in my hand, and purr at you as if you were my boy friend. Sure it’s not “professional” but it’s personal and for me much much more sexy. I build up, as you do, and I always get turned on by showing off on cam. Whether or not it’s a Domination call or a Submission Call or a Cam to Cam Mutual Masturbation, I get off on you getting off. Cam shows are like a personal strip show but without the pesky rules about full nudity or using toys. Yes I have toys.

Toys… many are within a reach from where I cam. I keep certain things handy. (pun intended) I have a couple of dildos, I have some plugs, a strap on cock, a crop, clothes pins, lube, a paddle, a ball gag and more. See I do aim to please.

Back to my original question, which do I prefer…
I am not always in the mood to cam, it can be stressful to be behind the camera and lose yourself in the rush of sexual adrenaline. I get very very turned on by some of my cam calls (greg …). So I don’t cam that often, you can usually catch me camming on weekends and sometimes during the week if I am feeling like I need some exhibitionism. But I am often in the mood to explore people’s fantasies on the phone. I love for guys to say to me, I have a fantasy about a boss and his secretary, or I have a fantasy about my wife meeting other men, or I have a fantasy about being taken control of by a strong woman, I have a fantasy about an anonymous blowjob, or I have a fantasy about being forced to do dirty things, ETC. In fact these men’s ideas permeate my days even when I am away from Niteflirt. I love it. And to admit it I am quite a skill story teller and love to weave a detail oriented seductive story that pulls a caller completely into that world. The people who have called me for this are very pleased with how I handle their fantasizes, if you don’t believe me, check out my Niteflirt Feedback (click here).

A word about Niteflirt feedback; I love it. Please take a second to leave me some, and let other knows a little bit about our call or how I handled our call. I always try to send a personal thank you to everyone who gives me written feedback. If I have missed you, sorry, let me know and I will make it up to you. You can go back and leave written feedback for a couple of months, so please go back and write me some!

Lastly, it’s nearing the holiday season. I know some of you are inclined to spoil me with gifts. I haven’t updated my wishlists in a while and I know they are pretty picked through, but don’t fret, I will update them soon! See My wishlists by visiting my Niteflirt Page

xxoo mia

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Just a lil Tease.

2008-10-07T16:24:00.002-04:00

I listened to the story he was telling me and I laughed and smiled quietly to myself. The way he treated those women, the way he knew just how to take them to the edge and leave them there… His dominant skills were undeniable. I never much gave into men’s claims that they were Dominant or that they knew how to treat a sub. I doubted them, anyone who had to claim those things, I believed, didn’t really possess them. But this man was quite the opposite; he always claimed he was still learning. But when He told me that night about what he had done – all my doubts were washed away. I found myself slipping silently into that delicious hypnotic place as I imagined his hands touching me in the way he described. I closed my eyes and my hand slipped into my panties as I put myself in her place in his story, feeling my face pressed into the pillow muffling a cry as his hand met, over and over with the flesh of my backside. How badly I ached for his body pressed against mine as he insistently took what I knew was already his… me.

xxoo mia

Ms.Understood

2008-09-06T22:05:00.009-04:00

This is a topic I have to readdress time and time again. I think that for some it must be very hard to put your head around because of their own limited experiences. It says on my Niteflirt page...

Part Vixen,
Part Slut,
Part Goddess,
Part Whore.
I get off on getting you off.
I do things...
What do I like? I like it ALL.
I am not interested in labels,
like submissive or dominant,
I do what feels good.
Cuckold, cumslut or crossdressing?
GFE, gang bang or gloryholes?
Bukkake, buggering or bondage?
Fetish, facesitting or fucking?

Challenge me with your Roleplay.

Let me hear your twisted Fantasy.

Now to me this seems makes perfect sense. Sometimes I feel like a sponge, ready to respond to whatever I am faced with. What this means sexually is that I find myself responding to the other(s) whom I share sexual experiences with. That doesn't mean I am always compatible with every person out there, but what it means is that if our sexual energy is a match, my body, mind and emotions react. Sometimes it only takes a person's tone of voice or their body language to cue my responses. It's not something I think a lot about, it just sort of happens. I find myself intuitively responding to others. Of course there are those whose personalities I just plain don't like. For instance, cocky and arrogant mixed with disrespectful and selfish, is not a person I want to know. I actually know a guy like that, and he calls himself submissive. I call him passive aggressive. Trying to engage in D/s with him is like going into rural Mississippi and trying to get a cup of Earl Grey with milk and turbinado sugar. I have tried that by the way, it's futile. It's not that I couldn't dominate this guy, but to what ends? I am at a certain age where I simply do not want to bother with people who can't see past their own nose (cock) or people who want to try and make themselves feel important at the expense of others. And especially when I can fulfill my own needs to Dominate by playing with men who know how to treat me like a Goddess. I am not mean spirited, I am not a Sadist, I am not a user. What I enjoy as a Top is feeling treasured, having bottoms who want to please and worship. I want to be with submissive people who need my firm hand and gentle guidance to fulfill their deepest desires. I want to be the sweet seductive voice in their ear and they find themselves on the brink of bliss over and over again.

Questions about my diverse sexual interests? Check out my recordings and short stories available through Niteflirt. I have a very hot story about having a stranger sneak into my bedroom one night with his hand over my mouth, fills me in unexpected ways. I have another story that guides my reader through forced face sitting. I have recording, made live of my mouth being used deep and hard with lots of choking. I even have tiny dick humiliation and cuckold stories. All of my recordings and stories are rated five stars and have tons of feedback from listeners/readers raving about their creativity, authenticity or just plain old hotness. And because you have taken the time to read this far into my blog, here is a little sample…

“Dear?” The husband called to his wife through the bathroom door. She was dressing; earlier in the day he had told her he had special plans for her birthday. She opened the door and he smelled the lavender of her perfume. She had on a clingy black shirt dress that buttoned down the front, the top three buttons open and her cleavage rose up and offered it to his eyes. Even after all the years, the image of her curvy body displayed in clingy fabrics made his cock begin to rise. She sat at the end of the bed with her stockings in one hand and leaned forward and began rolling one up her leg… “Tom did you have something you wanted to tell me?” His eyes enjoyed the visual feast of her careful and conscious preparation of her body. He stammered a bit trying to find the right words…”well dear…I wanted to do something special for you, this is an important birthday.” She smiled warmly up at him and she lifted the hem of her dress and attached the top of her stockings to her garters. He watched her, his arousal increasing and continued…” I made some arrangements, um… I have been trying to set something special up for you... and um… well…” He lowered his eyes, landing on the vintage styled five inch pumps she was slipping on her perfect little feet. His cock was not only fully erect in his pants but beginning to leak a little pre-cum now. She leaned back on the bed, her stocking clad legs stretched out before him. “Go on Tom”.

Tom had placed an ad in the college paper two months before. He wanted to find just the right type. He wanted to give her a very special gift. Most of the responses’ he received were far from ideal. Tom and his wife had talked about this during their love making time and time again. Each time he quaked with thunderous orgasms as she described to him just how it would be…

He didn’t know how to admit what he desired. He wondered how others would react if they found out. If his golfing buddies knew, oh god, he didn’t even want to think about that. Even the word “cuckold” sounded dirty. But she would sometimes ask him to say it while his face was buried between her legs, “say it Tom”. He would open his eyes and look up into her face, age had not obscured her beauty, her eyes would wickedly sparkle at him waiting to hear him say it. He would hesitate, inhale her scent then say, directly into her pussy “I want to be a cuckold”. He could cum at the sound of his voice saying those words.

Of course their is more to this story, much more. If you want to read it, click here.

Just to hit the point home, I have started working on another story, this one is about having a boyfriend take me to hotel room and hand me over to a group of men he knows and tell me "Be a good girl."

Hope you enjoy my wicked mind.

xxoo mia

yeah.. well

2008-08-22T03:31:00.007-04:00

In a few days it will be my birthday. I suddenly find myself nearer 40 than 30 at the age of 35. I never thought of myself a a sex symbol. Who would have predicted this for me? I promise you no one. See, you know me as The Inked Slut. That person is pretty damn different than the mia of everyday life. I keep everyday mia mostly underwraps to you inkedslut fans, just as I keep the inkedslut underwraps in my everyday world. I wonder is the everyday mia a buzz-kill for fans of the inkedslut? I wake up and throw on a Johnny Cash t-shirt and a pair of cut offs and converse lowtop sneakers and think, what would Robert think, what would Greg think, what would Chuck think, what would Tom think,

what would Chris, Mark, Mike, Brian, John.. think?
I didn't expect to stay at Niteflirt this long.. it's not only my birthday but it's also nearly my two year anniversary here. I think, oh, i am too old to be doing this ... I expected a year maximum. But guys seem to like me, so what's is the deal? Is the media just plain wrong when they glorify thin, young and unblemished or am I just offering guys something different? Who knows for sure... but I enjoy it alot. It's a wonderful ego boost, as so many of my friends lament lost youth, i feel like I have finally found a place/way to affirm my unique maturing beauty.

xxoo mia

My birthday is August 28th, wanna spoil me?

Meeting Him - a fantasy

2008-08-08T20:42:00.006-04:00

I received a card in the mail. An invitation. On one side it had one of those black and white art photos, the other side of the postcard had the date and time and that sort of information. It was an art opening. Handwritten in very masculine block letters were the words "come slut". I smiled to myself. I imagined his voice saying those words. I found my breath increasing. I was torn, should I or shouldn't I. This voice was familiar to me, but I had never met this man. He had spoken to me numerous times, and his tone, his vocal strength, his ability to control me with words was unparalleled. Gentle but firm, with his experience and intelligence he employed both humor and passion and he tapped into an ache deep inside me.

The day arrived and I fluctuated back and forth trying decide if I should go. That evening i found myself in the shower, taking care to shave my pussy as if preparing for a date. My fingertips squeezed my nipples as I finally decided, yes I am going to that opening tonight. I cut the tags off a super sexy black and red satin bra and thong set that I had purchased the week before and slipped it on. I picked a classic but sexy, simple but low cut black dress and heels that had a touch of kink just below the surface. With a spritz of perfume on the back of my neck, i glanced at myself in the mirror and wondered.. would it please him?

I pulled open the gallery's heavy glass door and stepped into a busy and noisy artsy scene. I looked around the room. Now I had to figure out which one he was. I had no idea how to handle the situation, would he approach me, would wait for me to figure it out, would he toy with me? I knew the answer right away.. he would make me suffer. He would absolutely play games with me, he would stand back and watch me struggle and twist. I moved to the bar and ordered a glass of Shiraz and began the search. I knew very little about his appearance, but i knew enough about how he thought that I looked for signs in the men's behaviors.

He was strong and driven. Men who came off as weak were quickly ruled out. I also ruled out all the men who were obviously attached. Then I ruled out those men who were of the wrong age. Then I began looking for eye contact. I knew he would be watching me. I found strength in wine... and soon found myself finishing off my third glass. My face was flushed, I was frustrated, new men arrived while others left. I continued making the rounds of the room, looking into the men's faces.

Finally I went to the powder room, and sat in a vintage velvet chair in one corner, trying to decide how to proceed. Finally I grabbed my bag and headed back through the crowd toward the door. The artist whose exhibit it was, stood by himself near the door. Before leaving I felt I should say something to him about the exhibit before walking out the door. I smiled and began telling him how fond I was of one of the pieces toward the back wall. He proceeded to tell me about the inspiration behind the work, something about his travels in Bolivia. I could barely hear his words, my mind was foggy and I felt so disappointed. Then, within his dialog I hear the name Jon...

I tuned back into the artist and tried to make sense of what he was telling me. The photograph I was complimenting... a favorite of his friend Jon. I asked him to clarify... was it the one I was referring to, on the back wall? The artist and I begin to stroll back to the photograph, as he tells me that he wasn't even going to include this picture in the show, but his friend Jon insisted... We stood before it and gazed... the frame included the back of a woman in close up, her right shoulder and her hair falling down the porcelain of her back. Her face was not visible. But a mans hand griped the back of her neck. The artist asked me.. " you are really fond of it?" I stared at it and contemplated. I saw the tension in the fingertips of the man's hand. I saw the slight indentation of his pressure into the tender flesh of her shoulder. I stared quietly. Then I turned to the artist and said... "yes, i like it. I like it very much. There is clearly a power exchange behind the image." He smiled at me.

"Well that shows how much I know, I felt nothing regarding this photo. I thought it was meaningless. I couldn't even give it a title". "Really?" I inquired, "it seems so full of meaning to me". I took a step forward to read the title plate just below the right lower corner of the frame. My eyes widened as I heard the artist say, "yeah, in fact, I wanted to call it "Untitled 7", my friend Jon had to give it a title. I read the word "mia".

I felt hot, even feverish. I wanted to sit down. I felt like a small part of a big play. I was a pawn of sorts. I felt like i had no control over my own life. I'm wanted to give in to the wave that was pulling me out toward the vast ocean but i also felt an intense need to tightly grip all i knew and held familiar. The artist looked into my face and asked if i was ok. I told him perhaps I had one too many glasses of wine. I took a step backwards and plopped onto a divan. In a far away voice I heard the artist said "awwww - there he is." My mind reeled. I found myself outside my body as i watched the artist shake the hand of a man.

He stood over me as i sat on the divan, my knees pressed tightly together. The artist, taking to his friend, began retelling the events of the last few minutes.... Me approaching him to compliment the photo, us walking back to the photo, him telling me of the naming of the piece... The stranger turned toward me and said "it's for you mia... I've purchased it as a gift for you, my sweet slut...."

Sexual Anarchism

2008-07-01T01:50:00.003-04:00

People have this very distorted or one dimensional view of what Anarchism is. Anarchism is not chaos. And for me it isn’t just some anthem I choose to espouse because my middle class white American upbringing didn’t give me anything substantial to hold on to. Sure, it has been the fashionable battle cry for disenfranchised youth, but for me it is a much more thoughtful philosophy. I am not saying we need an Anarchistic government or anything like that, but I do think it would make an excellent philosophy for many more of us to embrace. I am talking social not political here.
I studied and read a lot of anarchist philosophy of the earliest 20th century while writing a college thesis comparing turn of the century American women anarchists. What I believe is that Anarchism means is, basically, do whatever you want as long as you do not intentionally hurt any one in the process. That hurt no one includes yourself. So you see, this is a philosophy many of us could and should embrace. It’s live and let live. And when we are discussing sexuality, especially, I believe this should absolutely be the modus operandi.
So what this means is that for me, your strange kinky fetish is OK. You tell me you want to dress like a baby and have your diaper changed… cool. (although it’s a no-no at Niteflirt). If you say to me, “I want you to step on cupcakes while I jerk off”, then I say, “did you bring cupcakes?”. If you let me know that you are all about spanking, or pantyhose, or exhibitionism or dressing like a girl… I say “right on!”, as long as you are not intentionally hurting anyone in the process. So that means keep your exhibitionism out of the eyes of unwitting, underage and non consensual others.
I am strictly against legislating moral issues, especially when it comes down to sexual choices. Freedom of speech is something I hold dear. I am passionate about the rights of people to love differently. I think gay and lesbians should have equal access to rights that hetero couples have. I cringe when I read about someone being arrested for hurting another and s&m is part of the sensational media coverage. I think Kink Aware Professionals are heroic. I applaud those among us who stand up for and fight for all the sexual rights we take for granted.
Does this seem obvious to you because you’ve seen my website InkedSlut? Or because you have read my other blog posts here at Sexual Anarchism? Or because you have seen my listings at Niteflirt? Or because you know I work as a phone sex operator or cam girl? You would think that wouldn’t you... But I know there are women out there that profit off of the adult industries who wrap themselves in a cloak of patriotism and claim that people like Max Hardcore deserves to be prosecuted. What Hardcore does may be misogynistic, what he does may seem brutal, he may be a sadist, but should adults be denied access to his pornography just because you can’t handle it? There are women out there who make a living showing off their bodies or talking dirty for money who think that it’s ok for the United States Government to restrict the freedoms of people like Max Hardcore. I promise you Max Hardcore would not be producing those movies if there wasn’t an audience who purchased them. Well then why not blame capitalism instead!
Statistics can always go both ways. People on both sides can dig up facts and reports to support their beliefs, but is there any conclusive evidence that pornography is linked with violence? Or is porn conclusively linked with pedophilia? I find it unbelievable that people who don’t like porn could just make the choice not to buy it; Or people who are against strippers or alcohol or sex shops or adult websites could just choose not to visit, support or buy it. But instead they attack my rights to buy, choose or visit these adult privileges and it pisses me off.
So that is why I try to practice my live and let live form of sexuality, which I coined “Sexual Anarchism”. Happy Independence Day Perverts!

Sex as Catharsis

2008-06-10T00:16:00.004-04:00

I always hesitate to blog too much about my personal life. Part of it is my own hang ups, my own walls, etc. I worry if i put too much of the deep personal me out there someone may tap into a protected, hidden side of me that I dread exposing. The other thing about blogging about deeply personal topics is that I work in the fantasy world and I hate to ruin someones fantasy ideal of me. But the truth of me as Sex worker is, I only do it because I want to. I really don't need to work as a PSO or cam girl, I just do it because I get off on it. You might be into pantyhose, or you might be into dangling, or you might be into me being Your girl, or you might be into Female Superiority, but I am into Selling Fantasies. In case you don't understand, what I mean is, I get off on working to get you off. I ache to hear the phone ring. I get wet knowing that I am getting into your head and you enjoy my wicked mind so much you are willing to compensate me financially. I guess you might say I have a Whore "thing". And I am really really into it.
Back to my personal life. Many of you have been sending me messages asking where I have been lately. I haven't replied because I really didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to keep the fantasy alive, I want put forth the image that I am the idealize Woman you have grown to know and lust. But the truth is I am just a mere human like you, except my ass is way nicer than yours...
I have been gone three separate weeks in the last month, traveling out of state to help a very ill family member. And the traveling will probably continue for the rest of the summer. Words like cancer, life support, sepsis, ICU, ventilator, white blood cell count, central lines, paralysis are words that were not a regular part of my vocabulary before May. Now they are. This reality is a major bummer, I know. It's not sexy at all, but... I find myself even needier for sexual interaction.
This is what happened... I had spent a long sleepless night in a hospital waiting room. I had family around but also a dear old friend was close by my side. As morning rolled around we went back to the hotel to shower and clean up. The door shut behind us and this man immediately pulled me close and made demands of me. It was the absolute best thing as a friend he could offer me at that moment. Even facing grief and life & death decisions, he knew how to support me. Sex is cathartic, sex can be healing, and sex is a huge stress relief.
I wondered at one point how I would ever just turn off my mind, log on again at Niteflirt and be the Vixen Mia again. But what I realized is it was just what I needed. I needed my fantasy fulfilled as it always is when I take calls. I knew I needed the escapism of the roleplays I enjoy as I play with my callers. So here I am back at being a phone sex operator and feeling even better about life because of it.

xxoo mia

bad mia.......

2008-04-16T04:52:00.005-04:00

Ok before you get the rolled up newspaper out... I'm bad. I know it. I am the worst blogger ever. I write blogs, Great Blogs, in my head almost every day. But then when I have the time to put fingers to keystroke, it all sounds so lame. I could promise to do better, but I won't, so why lie. It's like all the times I have sworn up and down that I would send out birthday cards or gifts and never get around to it. I have a birthday gift for my friend Keith that has sat in my closet for 2 years. See... I am bad.

So here is an interesting blog. I love sex books. I really do. Whether it's erotica or informative non-fiction.. I love it. I even buy crappy sex books from the local Borders. I have a fantasy of going back to school and getting yet another degree, this time in Sexual Education. Yes, there is such a thing.

So I decided to start writing a little about some of the sex books I own and have read. (As opposed to those non-sex book I keep on my shelf to make me seem smart but I have never read, i.e. James Joyce, Ayn Rand, Dickens).

The Best American Erotica Series - I own 2003, 2004, 2006 and 2007. Out of the three books, one story stands out in my mind... of course I can't remember which of the books it's in or what the title is, and to be honest it's 4 am right now ~ but it's about a young man working roomservice in a fancy hotel who delivers, with much excitement, to a notorious gangster's room. They young man ended up getting abused, I remember a plug taped in his ass after an enema and then him getting force fed cock. Nice.... I will come back with the title after I have a chance to dig it up.

The Story of M - Maria Isabel Pita - It's supposed to be a true memoir about meeting a Dom and embarking on a journey of D/s. Really, it has a lot of swinger elements and the protagonist turns herself into a mindless sex object. It's ok for a D/s fantasy, if you can get over the fact that she calls her partner Stinger.

You Know You Love It - Ilona Paris - This is basically a how to be a Pro-Dom book. I actually liked this book more than I expected. I wonder though, if she left it all behind, why did she write a book about it?

The Loving Dominant - John Warren - Just read it already! You don't really know it all! (Even though the picture of the author makes me want to run & hide).

Delta of Venus - Anais Nin - I love Anais with her flowery words and her euphemisms. She is a classic. And I love the idea of her being a skilled writer who has to whore herself to make money and get recognition. Hahaha, I can relate. Also, do yourself a favor and see the movie Henry and June if you haven't already.

Female Dominance, Rituals and Practices- Claudia Varrin - Ok, honestly, not a favorite, but informative. I really hate how sexuality has to be dissected and classified. I tend to just respond to other people's sexual desires through intuition. Having the "how to" books seems to take away from discovering peoples unique desires. That's just me...

Nine and A Half Weeks - Elizabeth McNeill - A classic. Enjoy.

Erotic Bondage Handbook - Jay Wiseman - If you are truly involved in the BDSM scene in real life, then you know Jay Wiseman. He tours, he lectures, he does workshops. Basically he is a BDSM rock star. If you have an interest in bondage this is The book to check out.

Ok, that's it for now... more to come during a decent hour.

xxoo mia

Just go do it.

2008-03-25T00:26:00.005-04:00

Guess what, CBS News says we should all go have sex. Let me remind you that Mia "the inked slut" has been telling you the same thing all along. OK, say it with me.. "if it feels good it is good." Now CBS is saying sex is good for your health.. reducing stress (check my blog entry called.. Sex for Stress), boosting your immunity, improving your cardiovascular system, self esteem, burning calories... etc. So, no more excuses... just go do it. You can thank me later. Read the article here... Top 10 Reasons To Have Sex Tonight

A couple of things are new in Mia's twisted world... one is that i added a new page to Inkedslut.com called Mia Mania. Yeah i know that's kind of a dumb name but it's the best i could come up with. For about two years I have had a couple of artists use me for inspiration for their creations. I kept promising them i would share their work with the world, so i set this page up as a fan art gallery. I have only had time to add a few that i have received, but i am hoping it can expand over time. I am really flattered and honored to be an inspiration in this way. I am the type of geek that enjoys going to museums and galleries so please, don't be shy... share! Check our Mia Mania by clicking here.

My Niteflirt listings have changed. Did you notice? Apparently Photobucket finally cracked down on everyone from Niteflirt that were using their services. All my cute tattoo style buttons were lost, many of my pictures, etc... so I had to rework my Niteflirt pages. Please don't be alarmed, it's the same extra wicked and slutty mia, just a new look to the listings. The design is simple and direct (amatuerish?). I haven't ever paid a designer to make my pages professional and flashy like many women at Niteflirt do, I wonder does it really make a difference to you guys? I would love to get some feedback and opinions on this. Check my Niteflirt listings here.

One more thing, keep a look out for a "special" I will be running in the next couple of weeks. I am going to drop my prices and see if i can play more, harder and kinkier for a few days!

xxoo mia

Vacation for me...Yeah for Texas! Too bad for Alabama...

2008-02-20T14:28:00.012-05:00

Ban on Sex Toys Is Overturned in Texas

By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Published: February 14, 2008

A federal appeals court has overturned a Texas statute outlawing sales of sex toys, essentially leaving Alabama as the only state with such a ban. The United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit ruled that the Texas law making it illegal to sell or promote obscene devices, punishable by up to two years in jail, violated the right to privacy guaranteed by the 14th Amendment.

I used to live in Texas but thank goodness i had bought my Jeff Striker dong in New Jersey before i moved there. I had a friend who worked in a porn shop and she had told me that they weren't allowed to sell realistic dildos... so now you know the reason i left Texas.

Talking about dildos...
I have been M.I.A. for about a week, that is because i was in San Francisco. What a great city! I hadn't been there in years and not since my real sexual awakening... Anyhow some of the sexual related highlights of the trip were... going to Good Vibrations. Good Vibrations was opened three decades ago as a woman focused (owned and opened by a woman) sex positive retailer. They also state "Good Vibrations strives to be an agent for social change, through the lenses of sexuality, diversity and alternative business practices." Check them out at http://www.goodvibes.com/ . While there my traveling companion purchased for me both the Njoy Stainless Steel Plug and the Njoy Stainless Steel double ended Wand. I know you can't wait to see them in action!!! Haha - if you still haven't had a chance to catch one of my cam shows... here is a link that includes three free minutes...

Also in San Francisco i stopped by to visit The Power Exchange. I had read a lot of stuff about this place and to be quite honest, many of the reviews i had read made me a bit scared to go check it out. In the end i felt like i had to go and see what all the fuss was about and i am soooo glad i did. Most of the negative feedback i had read talked about it being sticky, dirty and disgusting. I think that the people who had written those reviews are probably people who see sex in general as sticky, dirty and disgusting! Anyhow, i thought it was a great venue for a free exchange of sexuality and kink... But I haven't even told you what it is... The Power Exchange is an adult sexual play space catering to all sexual & gender preferences and erotic sensibilities. From it's website it describes itself as "fostering a sense of okay ness with any and all carnal options" and i would have to see from what i observed that definately was the case. It was three stories (some where i read 10,000 sq feet, somewhere else 30,000 sq feet) of every kind of sexual space you'd ever desire. The bottom floor included a large dungeon with equipment that riveled anything i have ever seen. The second floor had social rooms, dance floors, poles, and lots of dark fuck spaces. The third floor (which is usually couples only but was open to all this night) had a variety of spaces including one large room with about 8-10 beds. Throughout the spaces were pirate themed rooms, jungle rooms, egyptian themes, spanking areas, a white room, medievel, prison, animal prints, cages, crosses, glory holes, many many video screens with a variety of porn, a variety of sexy music.. etc. It's definately not a place for the faint of heart, there were a lot men masturbating "at you", lots of cock sucking tranny's, lots of naked flesh and many random acts of perversion. The dungeon had probably close to a dozen "scenes" going on at any one time. I did witness an anonymous gang bang as well. The woman getting used seemed very into it, hot little latina, and i have to respect her adult choices, but the men she was with, at least two of them were strangers, were not wearing condoms.. and try as i might, it ruined the hotness for me.

One more bit of Mia news... I have bugun making custom MP3 recordings, so if you have a special request for me, please don't hesitate to send me a message. Remember, a custom MP3's is yours to listen to over & over again... here is what one recent purchaser said about the recording I made for him...

"I've been a fan of Mia for some time now, and just commissioned her to develop a custom recording for me. It is great - 11 1/2 minutes long, with the kind of delicious detail that is one of Mia's unique strengths. Since I can listen to it whenever I want (and I do), this is something I will do again and again. Give it a try. "

xxoo mia

A Surprise!

2008-02-08T22:46:00.000-05:00

Today i went to the mail box and found gifts! I have heard that there are generous men out there who shower their favorite phone & cam slut's with gifts, but it hasn't really happened for me.. until today! True i didn't have a mail box or a wishlist until about two weeks ago, but still, not even many had asked about gift giving. I finally broke down and did some research and found a way to get a secure mailbox. See, i know one of the things you all like about me is that i have smarts. I had to make sure it was safe first. It's taken me over a year at Niteflirt for me to feel confident enough to look into secure mailboxes. I kept thinking, someone should start a business where they collect peoples mail at their address then forward the mail to whereever they live in the country. Guess what, all the Mailbox stores do that!
Back to my gifts... today i received cloverleaf nipple clamps off of my JT's wishlist. I also got an Ipod Nano thank goodness cause i can't standing working out without my music going and my other Ipod was starting to give out on me. I also received a variety of lingerie, including a nice black garter belt and some red fishnet thigh highs... yeah me!

Thank you Tony, Mark and Raul for the gifts! I promise to show you just how much i appreciate it the first chance i get!

xxoo mia

Stretching

2008-01-14T23:56:00.000-05:00

The pussy is an amazing thing. It’s attractive, responsive, friendly (most of the time), and can make a person feel really good. I guess with pussy’s you either really love them or you can sort of, do without. I love the pussy intelligence… or maybe it’s just mine. It never lets me down, it knows just what I want, when I want it and it either gets it for me or give it right away. Sometimes I will be in a sexy situation where I may be questioning my next move… all I have to do is ask pussy, and there she is, either juicing right up and preparing for an encounter, or too busy minding her own business. We are pals, me & my pussy. It doesn’t matter what kind of curve ball I through her, she is already ready to go to bat for me… here is an example.
Last Saturday Night, A date with a very Dominant Man. He had big plans for me, which I was unaware of. This night, it was all about stretching. Now, that’s not always the type of thing a girl is prepared for. He sat back in His leather armchair and told me to undress for Him. Being the coy seductress that I think I am, I slow undressed and swayed all sultry. I dropped my clothes off my shoulder and teased as I peeled down my panties and gave Him a glimpse of my baldness. He grew impatient and growled at me to “stop acting like some type of primadonna and to strip and spread my legs wide like the slut that you are”. In case you don’t know me well… a comment like that will instantly get me and my pussy throbbing hotly. So, I sucked in my breath, checked in with the butterflies in my stomach and readjusted my attitude. I lowered my gaze and mechanically undressed and kneeled before him humble and naked. I stole a glance up at him and he was adjusting himself in his chair. On the side of the room opposite from where he sat was a loveseat. He gestured me toward it and reminded me “keep them spread wide”. I shyly sat back and hesitated as I let my knees begin to fall open. “Now slut, don’t be shy… it’s very unflattering for such a whore.” It was more of those words that make me shiver… I opened my legs and showed him my pink, now swollen and shiny damp slit. “Touch it” he ordered. I reached down and gladly touched my pussy, already desperately aching for attention. I saw his eyes intently watching me and making me perform for him. My fingertips tickled along side my inner thighs, and then I brushed them against the tip of my puffy clit. “Rub It Slut” he barked. I obliged, letting my head fall back against the back of the sofa. I felt my legs open wider and heard him snarl approval. “Now finger your cunt” he commanded.
It’s always a bad idea to tell too much of a hot story like this… don’t you think? Let’s just say there was some serious stretching that night… and my pussy loved it.

The Inked Slut's Holiday Gift Guide

2007-12-13T23:27:00.000-05:00

I might be a little lazy because i created this gift guide by merely perusing the pages of one website and picking what i liked. Or maybe i just really really like JT's Stockroom....
But basically they do seem to have many many items that i would imprint with the Inked Sluts Approval Stamp. So do you have a loved one and you have no idea what to get them this holiday season... look no further, i have just the gift for them... and with that i give you...

The Inked Slut's Holiday Gift Guide!

http://www.stockroom.com/NJoy-Double-ended-Stainless-Steel-Dildo-P2099.aspx

It's sleek and shiny, it could be art on your coffee table.

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http://www.stockroom.com/Chrome-Mini-Clothespin-P593.aspx

A real clothespin with a strong bite & made from metal.. oh how useful!
Let's get a couple dozen!

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http://www.stockroom.com/The-Jaguar-Harness-P2993.aspx

A low fit leather dildo harness, sturdy and elegant. How about a little role-reversal?

(psst..the low rise fit promises maximum clitoral stimulation) yea!

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http://www.stockroom.com/Womens-Buckle-Up-Leather-Harness-P2432.aspx

A very sexy leather harness designed to highlight the female form

and present numerous possibilities for bondage scenarios.

Let your imagination go with this one.

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http://www.stockroom.com/Spandex-Hood-with-Open-Mouth-and-Eyes-P2758.aspx

Simple, stylish, shiny, stretchy, black spandex hood with a well shaped mouth hole. Sensory depreviation anyone?

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http://www.stockroom.com/Stainless-Steel-Horse-Hair-Anal-Plug-P3043.aspx

Stainless Steel Horse Hair Anal Plug.

Pony Play and Anal Fun! yeehaw!!!

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http://www.stockroom.com/Kangaroo-Signal-Whip-P2176.aspx

Do you have a wayward sled dog around the house that needs some training?

Or maybe you just want to scare the hell out of your playmate?

This well made kangaroo signal whip is just the thing for you!

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http://www.stockroom.com/Metal-Genital-Whip-P2913.aspx

Have a Merry Merry Christmas with this Metal Genital Whip!

Beautifully made and well constructed and it looks so good poking out of a ...

Christmas stocking. (what did you think i was going to say???)

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http://www.stockroom.com/Deluxe-Puppy-Cage-P2932.aspx

Your puppy need some training?

Try this inescapable portable prison!

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http://www.stockroom.com/Rubber-Corset-Dress-P2845.aspx

Feminine, curvy and so deliciously tight.

A very sexy waist cinching heavy duty 25 gauge latex dress!

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http://www.stockroom.com/Micro-A-Line-Skirt-P2638.aspx

A flirty super short design that shows off womanly assets!

Made from high quality 14 gauge latex and available in many colors.

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http://www.stockroom.com/Back-Zipped-Mistress-Dress-P2640.aspx

A classic curve hugging Mistress very short Dress with a long zipper up the back.

Don't you wanna help me put this one on?

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http://www.stockroom.com/Buckle-Shoulder-Tank-Black-P2844.aspx

A fashionable latex fetish piece. A highly detailed & elegant top.

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http://www.stockroom.com/Black-Leather-Garter-Belt-P744.aspx

Leather garters to accentuate the curves...

I might need help with these clasps!

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http://www.stockroom.com/Ophelia-Corset-P2480.aspx

Excuse me while i drool here....

Oh those O-rings...

The Ophelia Corset

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TO BUY ANYTHING FROM JT'S STOCKROOM CLICK HERE

me...

2007-12-04T22:07:00.000-05:00

I love getting messages from people who appreciate what i do. It's flattering that people "get" me. I also enjoy the many questions people ask me. There seems to be a lot of people out there who have a lot of questions about sexuality. I guess it's understandable because so many sexual topics are taboo. There are a lot of places to find answers on the Internet but i think sometimes people just want to ask a real live human sexual being about their experiences. Or maybe they just want to hear so they can have some jerk off material... hahaha, either way I am always happy to try and help, although i can only speak from my own experiences. I haven't been formally educated about sexuality but sometimes i think it would be cool to go back to school and get a degree that would make me an "official" sexual expert. OK, so here are some of the questions i get and my answers...

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Q - "i read in your blog that you have used a strap- on on a guy. Me and my significant other are interesting in trying this. What should we do?"

Slut Says - Firstly for a virgin ass, i would begin training it to loosen. Use your fingers in the shower every day, until you can slip three soapy fingers in that hole with minimal discomfort. (Not no discomfort, minimal) Then while playing with your partner, start some anal play, use lube and rub circles around that tight ring until you feel it relax... In all likely hood the little fuckslut will be ready for more and will start humping his ass back toward your fingers. Give him what he wants... fuck him with your fingers for a while. You will feel him open and you'll know he's ready for the dildo... Strap it on and have at that ass.

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Q - "You mentioned DP in one of your posts. I hate to sound dumb, but what is it?"

Slut Says - This is shocking to me, but I guess there are people out there who have no idea what DP is because I've been asked for clarification more than once. DP stands for double penetration, aka two hole whore. Get it? Vag & Anal at once? Need a clearer picture... My ass on a guys hips while he sits on a chair, my thighs wide, his cock buried in my back end, my feet on his knees and a second cock slipping in & out of my pussy. Get it now????

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Q - I got a message from a woman asking why after anal sex she always had an overwhelming urgency to go and even said she had an accident once.

Slut Says - This seemed like a no-brainer to me, but this is what i told her...I would assume it is because the the cum he's left in your ass, any liquid up there, including just straight plain water makes me need to go. If you are using a condom, then perhaps it is the lube your using, if a large quantity is getting squished inside that might cause it. I honestly take a break and clean up a bit afterward to keep this sort of thing from happening. Also, since the bacteria that lives in your ass is not something you want anywhere near your pussy or urinary tract, cleaning up afterward is always good advice. For this same reason, anal to pussy is unsafe, and only works in the movies...Good luck..

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Q - I read some of your feedback on the site where you do phone sex. It seems you must be really good at it. So i was hoping you might be able to help me. My boyfriend has moved to a city far from me. He calls every night and wants to talk dirty. I don't know how to "get into it". I feel insecure and embarrassed when he starts... "

Slut Says -

*Prepare yourself for the "date". I get dressed in something i feel sexy in. Whether it is a miniskirt and cowboy boots or a thong and a tank top, i make sure i feel good.

*Get comfy.. i like to get into a comfy chair or my bed. Nothing feels sexier than my good smelling sheets against my bare skin.

*Relax. I like to have a glass of wine, lower the lights, put on music that makes me feel sultry. *Get sexy. I like to put on a porno or read a sexy story. Since i am a writer, sometimes i like to work on a short story i am writing, totally getting into my fantasy.

*Get into it. After the phone rings, i close my eyes and imagine the scenario. I take a deep breath, i see myself in the position i describe, i try to hear the sounds of wet slurping, or a juicy pussy, or balls slapping. I try to smell the smells, i try to feel the fingernails, mouth, penetration...

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So if you have a question for me, fire it off.

xxoo mia

Trying not to make assumptions..

2007-11-28T01:30:00.000-05:00

Hi! I see you out there, looking at me. I like being looked at. I really do. I am a tried and true exhibitionist. But that isn't the only reason i do what i do... Once a long time ago some said about me.."that i have a voracious appetite for diverse personalities". And that assessment was right. I love to get to know new people. I like to hear about what makes them unique, i like to hear about how they feel but mostly i like to hear about what turns them on. Mostly. Today i heard from a fetishist who likes to watch women swallow whole live goldfish. I really don't even want to think about that, and it's not just cause I'm a vegetarian. By the way, i am not kidding, he really did contact me, but perhaps it was a joke. Anyhow, i do mostly want to hear about all the things that get you swollen, throbbing and juicy.

I have met some very special people through Niteflirt, but i am not so naive or optimistic to think we are actual friends, but on the other hand, i don't want to seem aloof. Mostly, if i have you on my messenger lists, i won't contact you. I will wait for you to contact me, and wait and wait. I won't even interrupt your life to say a brief hello. I know my place. But on other hand... if i am online and available, please feel free to say hi if you want, and to tell me all about what turns you on. (psst... i hope it's me!)

xxoo mia

Why I'm Not a Suicide Girl...

2007-11-01T22:06:00.000-04:00

I get asked why I’m not a SuicideGirl about once a week. It’s not a new idea, I first learned about the SuicideGirls about four years ago. I thought the concept was amazing when I initially heard of it. I loved the idea that someone was celebrating alternative beauty. But the fledgling idea has turned into something much greater… as some people pointed out to me; The SuicideGirls have a special on Showtime right now. I’ll gladly ride on the coattails of the publicity this huge production is drawing toward alterna-beauty, but I never wanted to be a SuicideGirl.
There are a lot of things I have read and that have been written criticizing the management of the SuicideGirls website, but it’s not the alleged mistreatment of models, or self censorship or the dispute about the gender of the owners nor the subtle display of Nazi images on some models shoot that are my reasons. My reason is because I want control of me. To be a SuicideGirl you must sign agreements limiting the way you can use your own image and you have to sign exclusivity agreements and basically relinquish your rights to control how your image is used. I really don’t think $500.00 for 60-80 images is really a fair deal for pics that SuicideGirls will be using endlessly. It’s just not worth it in my opinion, especially when I see women at Niteflirt selling three photos for 7-10 dollars or more, over and over… Not that I sell my images… I don’t. Again I guess I’m just a control freak, because I hate the idea of someone using those pictures for purposes I am not aware of.
So that is why I am not a SuicideGirl.

Also briefly, I have noticed a lot of hits to my website www.inkedslut.com that are being trafficked from a MySpace profile page. As much as I love the publicity, I would really like to see the context in which my link is being displayed. I do not currently do any promotion through MySpace because it is not an age verified site. The content of my site (and me in general) is not all-ages friendly. So, if you are one of those people who found me through a MySpace profile link, please send me a message at inkedslut.com with the link to that profile, just so I can check it out. Thanks in advance for that.

As always, I do enjoying hearing from fans, so feel free to drop me a message anytime theinkedslut@inkedslut.com

xxoo mia

Availability

2007-10-16T15:18:00.000-04:00

I have hesitated to make my availability concrete... i tend to follow my whims and didn't want to be tied down. But some of you have asked when i am available for phone calls and cam shows and although it doesn't follow hard fast rules, i am fairly predictable.

Basically I am available from midnight - 3 am eastern wednesday - sunday.

I give myself monday and tuesday nights off so that i can get some things done on tuesday and wednesday mornings. On weekends however i may log on a little bit later, in case i go out, and i may stay on later than 3 am. And on weekends, if you do catch me after i have been out, you may have quite a handful of Mia - partying can make me quiet feisty, which more fun for all! So to sum it up (are you writing this down?) call me wednesday - sunday midnite to 3 am. You can always email me to ask when i will be around or to make a special appointment or request.

Now that that's out of the way, how about a little more business. If you want a special outfit for a cam show, please email me at least one day before hand so that i can be prepared. You would not believe how many guys send me messages while i am in the middle of taking calls and ask for special outfits. Guys, realistically, i dress sexy every night. Sometimes it's a simple negligee, sometimes its bras, thongs and stockings other times i might have pig tails and miniskirts, other times i might have the punk rock Domme thing going. I try to always have on heels, patent leather 5 inch pumps, heeled maryjanes or knee high leather boots. These outfits often change with my moods. (Not to say i can't switch gears... as many of you know). So anyhow, please don't send me a message at 2 am asking me to go change clothes. Thanks!

Talking about thanks... Lately i have been getting some superb feedback. I really really appreciate this and wanted to thank all of you who have taken the time to publicly sing my praises. And of course, encourage you to keep it up! Here's some of the recent ones...

10/13/2007 scotta2005 beautiful, smart, creative, and very fun to play with.

10/13/2007 XXXovesAnal Another Awesome call with Mia. She is so willing to please that she pushes her limits more and more with every call. She is a rare find. Give her a call and you will be in amazed at what Mia can do for you.

10/12/2007 XXXi333nity sexy, fun, willing to change roles at the drop of a hat. You are so beautiful, thank you..

10/3/2007 XXXris1576 A cam session with this Girl is an unforgettable experience! Hauntingly beautiful...

10/11/2007 XXXky Mnt Dude Excellent! Worthy of attention.

10/11/2007 XXXeyorbit78 so sexy .. my goodness.

10/11/2007 XXXDUDE What an absolutely wonderful call! Mia has a voice that will seduce you and make you do things you never thought you could:) I'd recommend giving her a call on her cam listing to enjoy the full show....she's amazing! Beautiful and very attentive to your needs...Fella's a must call on keen...I only wished i met her sooner! Cheers Mia!

10/8/2007 XXXovesAnal Excellent Cam/Call. Mia is enchanting and seductive. A very Obedient Good Girl. Give her a call and you too will be very satisfied.

10/8/2007 XXXew2077 she was great was a lot of fun

10/6/2007 XXXovesAnal Excellent Cam Call! Mia has an incredible personality, sexy voice, hot body and so much sexual energy that you will not want your call to end. A very good girl and a rare find.

10/2/2007 XXXhty8s Absolutely the best. Read my previous feedback, there's little I can add to what I already said. She's totally into it.

10/4/2007 XXXlesB818 Hot, Dirty and Sexy as Hell. Mia is a stunning sweetness wrapped around a luxuriant, decadent core of nasty. It is devastating in the best possible way and I already want more. 5 Stars...without a moment's hesitation.

10/3/2007 XXXovesAnal Playing with Mia is a truly unique experience. She is a very Good Girl and is very willing to please. Highly Recommend.

10/1/2007 XXXhty8s Outstanding!! Totally devoted to turning me on. She aimed straight for the heart of my perversions and stroked my twisted dominant sexual psyche with a professional precision that bordered on telepathy. What a voice, too! When she gets heated to the boiling point and starts breathing like an animal in heat while trying to talk it's impossible not to be right there with her. Highly, highly recommended.

To read more of my excellent feedback click here. WHAT A GREAT OCTOBER (so far) ! THANKS SO MUCH GUYS!

XXOO mia

another little fantasy

2007-10-02T23:22:00.000-04:00

You came home from work, it had been a long tedious night on the third shift. Driving home, although exhausted, the birds were singing and the summer warmth was just beginning to radiate. You couldn't help but smile a wide grin...
The house was very quiet when you entered, which wasn't unusual, often your wife was sleeping when you entered and you would silently slip into the bed next to her and drift off. But this time things seemed different in the house... The lights were left on in the kitchen and sitting on the dining room table was an empty bottle of tequila. You lightly stepped down the hallway toward the bedroom door and as you approached the cracked door you heard the joints of the bed creaking. You paused right outside the door, and took a deep breath, fear and dread as well as excitement swelled in your chest. You put your palm against the door and pushed it a crack and put your eye near the crack. There in the slanted morning light beaming through the blinds you saw a naked woman on your bed. She was bound tightly, spread wide, gagged with one of your ripped t-shirts, her ripe curvy body adorned with tattoos, and her eyes were locked on yours...
You knew this woman... but how did she end up here, in your bed? Your wife and you had met her once at a party but she had filled many nights fantasies that you had shared with each other.
The tattooed woman's eye's were glistening with lust as she watched you. Your wife was oblivious to your entry, too busy buried between this woman's legs, noisily lapping at an obviously very aroused juicy pussy. Along with the sounds of slurping, you could hear the soft moans of your wife mixed with the husky growls of tattooed woman's impending orgasm...
Your cock throbbed in your pants front and you felt the spreading wetness of pre-cum gathering against your zipper. Without hesitating you unzipped your pants and let them drop and stepped toward your wife's curvy exposed ass. You gripped her hips and simultaneously drove your cock between her dripping pussy lips.. your eyes still on the face of tattooed slut bound to your bed.
You felt your wife's entire body freeze and tighten underneath you as took her suddenly. She tried to wheel around to address you, her face glistening with girl juices, wanting to explain herself but you took your large palm and gripped the back of her neck and shoved her face back down into the pink open pussy spread before her. You hunched over her body, your torso against her back, your fingers digging into the back of her neck as you watched over her shoulder as she slurped on the cunt. You rammed your cock into her, each thrust deep and hard, burying into her warmth until your cock head could go no deeper, and pulling out the length, then slamming back in. You fucked with the passion & lust of animals...

like?
xxoo mia

On One Year...

2007-09-09T13:33:00.000-04:00

Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need. -Voltaire

Except in my case... the vice is encouraged! - Mia

Today I celebrate a year at Niteflirt. The word anniversary lacks the exact feeling of this day for me. What i feel is more like reaching a goal, hitting a milestone, or better yet, discovering a treasured item on a quest. I don't mean to make working in phone sex to sound more lofty than it is... but for me, this year has brought a lot of self discovery. These discoveries come from many different levels, my own self awareness, my knowledge, my experiences, even my own confidence has grown.

Perhaps i need to back up and give you a little background. I hesitate to get very personal in my blogs... other than from a sexual perspective, but i am thinking now is the time to let you all in a bit. I am what i am, and that is a very sexual person. Some people have really appreciated that about me... and others seemed a little scared of my overtness. Either way, this side of me has bloomed or wilted depending on my situation in life. Of course in college, with new found freedom and lots of partying, i awoke. Then after college i found myself in a loveless marriage, and my soul suffered. My husband was not a sexual person, the marriage was a disaster. He responded to my sexuality with anger and fear, he attempted to repress it within me. I spent a lot of time with my girlfriends, which he saw as innocent, but in reality much of that time was spent between each others thighs. Happily free from that marriage, i continued on my journey of sexual awakening and this is when i discovered the world of BDSM. But because of my education (a double major, one of which was Women's Studies), admitting to my submissive desires made me feel like a traitor to my gender. I kept my kinks hidden and private but continued to explore that world with trusted and discrete partners. By day, though, my youth behind me, a more serious, industrious, professional Mia was forefront. Most of those around me were clueless about the extent of my desires, other than giving them a glimpse of the darker side of me from time to time when certain kinky subjects would come up in conversation, and i happened to know all about them. I remember i used to watch those HBO sex specials and they'd interview people who cammed, or people who worked in sex positive adult industries, developing sex toys or making fetish wear would be interviewed always made me feel like i was missing my calling.

So a year ago, i made the leap toward Niteflirt. Sure the first few months were a huge struggle.. i have never even had phone sex before, i was never a stripper, all i was was a woman who "did things". Luckily, early on i got some calls from people who knew how to draw out the side of me that ended up flourishing in this environment. (Thank You!) Six months into it, i got brave enough to cam... me, who had "skills" but always sort of thought of myself as unique but not beautiful. Camming and the positive response that has brought from so many has really made me have a much more healthy and affirmative view of myself and of aging. Our society doesn't, as a rule, make women feel too good about their bodies and appearance after they leave their twenties... But camming at Niteflirt has truly done that for me!

So, in case there are any doubts, i love doing what i do at Niteflirt. I love playing with each and every one of you and appreciate the time and resources you have diverted toward me. But i also want to thank each of you who have spent time with me on the phone for the opportunity to explore my own desires, for the encouraging words you've shared and for helping me to take myself even further into my sexual awakening!

xxoo mia

Finally - A WISHLIST

2007-08-22T00:58:00.000-04:00

hello. Some of you have asked about why i don't have a wish list, especially those who know that my birthday is next week. I have felt shy about having a wish list, i don't want to come off as greedy! But thanks to a certain amount of encouragement, i have gone ahead and set one up. I created a list of retailers and links to their e - gift certificate pages. Feel free to pick out an item and i will purchase it to your specifications and have it sent directly to me. That way you don't have to worry about shipping, sizes or any of that. All you need is my email address! (theinkedslut@inkedslut.com) And please make sure your egift certificate include all shipping fees :-)
As you can see by perusing this list, naughty and nice items are included, but shopping for the naughty ones sure got my mind racing! Thanks so much for your generosity and kindness, and most of all dirty thoughts!

xxoo mia

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Cam Show Issues

2007-08-22T00:37:00.001-04:00

I try to keep my blogs as interesting as possible and not just drone on about phone sex or niteflirt business, but i need to devote a few sentences to cam show issues that have been plagueing me and ruining some of my fun! Eyeball Chat used to be the most reliable messenger type service out there for cam shows... but that is not the case anymore. I have tried all the tricks and so far i am still unable to connect my cam for anyone. On the Niteflirt forums, many many other pso's are having the same issues as i am. I have added the phrase "sorry no eyeball" to my listings and have noticed this is discouraging many of you from initiating cam shows. It is a waste of your time & mine to spend fruitless minutes trying to make eyeball work for us, so just save yourself the frustration and headache and download Skype. It's easy to use and FREE. I would be happy to walk you through it if you send me a message. So far, Skype has proven to be reliable. It does not freeze like yahoo, and rarely does a cam need resending. Best of all you can get full screen images.

Click Here to Get SKYPE.

xxoo mia

Feliz!

2007-08-17T22:09:00.000-04:00

My birthday is August 28th and I am planning a huge blow out party. I have friends flying in from all over the country and you can count on many nights of partying. I won’t be available much on Niteflirt during this time, so what I have decided to do is share some of the birthday treats with you… for the next week, I am going to be available every night during my usual hours of about midnight – 3 am eastern. But along with my cam listings I will also log onto a special birthday phone only listing at a reduced per minute rate… that way if you just want to call and say hi, or if you haven’t given me a call yet and want to give me a try or if you just haven’t had a chance to call in a while you will be able to at a reduced rate. I am dropping my per minute 50cents from 1.99 to 1.49 a minute, but only on one listing, so you need to go to my homepage http://www.niteflirt.com/ReadyMia and scroll down to the listings and look for the one at the reduced rate. If you are interested in Domination, I know you know better than to call this listing right? This would be a good opportunity to call if you want information on how to set things in motion for a cam show or to discuss with me your fantasy or any special requests you might have.
Are you newbie to cam shows and phone sex… are you an aural sex virgin? I know you have thought about what it would be like to have me show off just for you, well now is the time to make that happen. If you have never used Niteflirt and want to call me for either a chat or a cam show, send me a message at TheInkedSlut@inkedslut.com and I can send you Three Free Minutes to get you started. Just say.. i wanna use the slut!
And lastly about my birthday, some of you have asked about why I don’t have a wishlist. I while back a created a wishlist, but somehow felt a little greedy about letting people who call buy me stuff, so I never have made it available. But I know some of you want to get me something for my birthday, so I will be posting my wishlist shortly. Please look for it here or at niteflirt.

xxoo mia

Pornflakes!

2007-07-25T02:05:00.000-04:00

It’s a love hate thing with me and porn. I watch it all the time, but I always wish for it to be better. Don’t we all? I get most of my titles from the local smut shop, and to be honest, sometimes just the trip down to the hood and into the neon illuminated hole in the wall is the highlight of my porn watching experience. As is predicted by you at this moment… I dress kind of provocatively and go in knowing that 99% of the time I go in I will be the only woman in the joint… it’s a thrill, most of the time. But lately, I have gotten a hankering for porn around 11:30 at night and have twice made the 20 minute drive to find the place closed. And yes it says open 24 hours right up front. That sucks. And it's frustrating.
I know I should figure out how to download the movies from the internet, I’ll put that on my to-do list but I just haven’t gotten to it. In the meantime I was chatting with someone and told them my sad tale of porn-less woe. Included in this conversation was the fact that I wish porn was better… I hate when it seems like acting, I want to feel the arousal of the women involved… I mean dammit, why don’t the women ever cum in porns. And to be honest, I can only watch so many throat fuckings and so many anal poundings until they all start looking the same. A gaping ass is a gaping ass huh?
But what I really like it the BDSM related scenes, I like pornos like the Fashionista’s Series (of course), The Dark Side of Suzan (oh that bathroom fucking scene!!!), Riot Sluts II (that tattooed chick gets me all wet) … movies that have a D/s element, fetishes, kink…
Well, anyhow, the good news it... this guy I was chatting with surprised me and bought me a membership to SexandSubmission.com. So, not only am I knee deep in porn again, it’s the kind I like most… Bondage scenes, verbal Dominance, Spanking all jumbled up with anal sex, face fucking and double penetration. It’s really the best of all worlds. Yeah for me!

xxoo mia

PS All projected onto a 91 inch screen!

chchchanges..

2007-06-25T23:46:00.000-04:00

I have been thinking about making some changes to my listings at Niteflirt. For one i am considering changing my member name. I have been using "i am ready" for most of the time i have been there (coming up on a year soon), but most everyone knows me as mia or knows me as the inked slut. Being "ready" confuses people and it's difficult to do a member search for my name. I am playing with a few ideas, one being "mmmMia". I would like to work "the inked slut" into it somehow but the word "slut" isn't allowed the way it's spelled, so... Anyhow, if you have any ideas for me, please feel free to drop me a message at Niteflirt or at INKEDSLUT.com.
Things have been pretty dead lately, as it always is during the end of the month, so feel free to say hi, make a special request or CALL ME... As always, i look forward to getting and being dirty for you!
Thank you to those who've commented here and those who've messaged me privately about this blog!

xxoo mia

i do stuff...

2007-06-13T13:17:00.000-04:00

I know you are a pervert, and i mean that in the best possible sense. Of course you are, why else would you be reading my blog? I know a lot of people go there whole life without confessing, admitting or facing their own kink. It wasn't that many years ago when i was in the same boat. I came into my womanhood with a clear idea of the type of woman i wanted to be, and it had nothing to do with serving a man on my knees. In fact i embraced a very one dimensional view of feminism, straight down the line, thinking that women had to reject any and all forms of submission to men. Silly me forgot the part about freedom to choose your own path, freedom to explore all sides of the feminine self. When i first admitted to myself that being a sexual sub turned me on, i felt like a failure of some sort. But the more i found like minded people, the more i looked into the kinky culture the more i realized that what i like, what personally turns me on is OK. I knew my desires were not hurting anyone and that the only damaging part of it was the negativity i had associated with submission to men. So, here we are years later and i am a confident woman who liked to serve men (and women) on her knees.

So what about you? What is your kink that you keep hidden and locked up deep inside? You have found that accepting person you can confess to. Is it feet? Is it leather? Is it dressing up? Is it your own submission? Do you have a fetish? Just let me know...

xxoo mia

Bye Bye!

2007-05-23T00:27:00.000-04:00

In two days i leave for a much wanted vacation. I am headed to Puerto Rico for some time at the beach. I am really looking forward to it. So anyhow, i won't be around or available for about two weeks. I am staying near Old San Juan and hope to do some site seeing, eat at all the good restaurants, do some snorkeling, boating, see the Rain Forest and tour the Bacardi factory! I promise to come back with some naughty tales of a horny slut far from home!

As always feel free to drop a message to me anytime at TheInkedSlut@inkedslut.com

xxoo mia

Appreciation!!!

2007-05-14T03:11:00.000-04:00

i love this... Click Here.

And those who left it for me. I love my work. And since i only do it a few hours a week... you can be sured i am totally into it.

Just wanted to say Thanks!

xxoo mia

Click Here for Three Free minutes

Worshipping the Cock - Beltane

2007-05-04T02:40:00.000-04:00

I am not a pagan, but I like any and all celebrations of sexuality; So every year, a group of friends and I get together to celebrate the Celtic festival of Beltane. If you aren’t familiar with Beltane, you may know it as MayDay. In the past, it was the beginning of spring, and the celebration of fertility. Some myths say that the young people of the villages would go picking flowers in the forest and find one another and fuck anonymously under the stars. Of course the maypole itself is a phallic symbol and dancing around any huge penis sounds like fun to me! Whatever people used to do in the past, my friends and I have a special way of celebrating.
For the past four years we take an afternoon drive out to my friend Beth’s little farm. She lives on 60 acres of forest, lake and fields. We all come with food to share (I brought three homemade cakes) and plan on spending the night. Beth house has a “playroom”, completely stocked with dungeon equipment and my favorite thing is a full sized slut punishment cage! At dusk, we build a blazing bonfire and watch the sun set as the partying begins! When we are surrounded by darkness and lit up by stars (and many of us are enveloped by a warm tequila glow) the fun begins. A few of my guy friends are musician and the guitars come out. The other women and I begin to dance around the fire, slowly stripping off our clothes. As the partying takes over, the woman all begin kissing, touching and falling into each others arms… putting on quite a show as the men yell out directions for our play… From that point… much of the night becomes a bit blurry but we played a very adult version of truth or dare that involved a cocksucking contest that I won! (no surprise huh?) I can tell you for sure I got all my holes filled and woke up quite messy the next morning. It took a full day for me to recover, so if you’ve missed being able to contact me, now you know why!

xxoo mia

Night at the Symphony...

2007-04-18T01:39:00.000-04:00

The huge dramatic choral singing rose up through the cavernous hall... I thought back to the afternoon and His call. Instructions to be clean, no panties, dress to impress. The sounds in the room were overwhelming... the symphonic music was lifted in praise, the opratic elements washed over me. Joy was overwhelming. His fingernails dug into my neck. His hand reached up my stocking clad thigh. In the darkened box no one else existed. It was as if the 125 member chorus, the three opera singers and the 70 piece symphony was playing only for us. As the music creshindoed He firmly encouraged my neck downward, forcing my head into His lap. My skin tingled as i felt His command deep in my soul. I opened my thighs slightly to release the heat. His eyes were locked on the stage as i fumbled with the zipper of His black jeans. I basked in my own joy that matched the joy of the music. My lips parted instinctually. His warm hardness met my mouth, like a magnet my tongue reached out for the salty slit.

There in the darkness of the box seat, surrounded by the pristine beauty of the symphony, i sucked.. my eyes closed in pure bliss. His fingers wound in my hair as He gripped a tuft, pulling firmly as His passion rose. In the magic of the music His cock slithered down my throat, deeper than i ever remembered, without struggle it nestled within my submissive soul...

THE MACHINE

2007-03-26T02:21:00.000-04:00

I have one. No kidding. I used to visit the website, the porn site, i think called f*ckmachine.com. I thought it was hot. It just took the depersonalization a step further. It was a bit of a turn on to think of being attached to a machine, like cow being milked or something... so dehumanizing or something. Well, i shared my dirty little secret with a very handy Friend of mine and guess what... He loved the challenge and built me one. SO i have a f*ck machine! I know you want more details... first let me say he made it out of an old Kitchen Aide Mixer that my mother used to use to bake all the family Christmas cookies on growing up! It's has the beautiful 1970's color of harvest gold too! Since i am just a dumb slut and don't have the capabilities of telling you the intricacies of the mechanism, i can tell you how it works. It f*cks me. Slow and fast and every speed in between. It has a vacu-lock attachment end and He got me three attachments. Regular, big and double (for dp). I have pictures... hehehe.

Also, some have been asking my availability for calls. Usually expect me around 12 midnight-2 am eastern time on Sundays -Thursdays. I usually go out on Fridays and Saturdays but may log on if i get home at a decent hour and a fairly sober state. For cam, i usually only cam on nights where someone has set up an appointment in advance. Me camming is usually by request, so, make sure you contact me in advance and i would be happy to set something up!

By the way... i love my fans!!!!!

xxoo mia

More computer Stuff

2007-03-14T02:36:00.000-04:00

So, i did mention that i am completely new at this web stuff right? Never wrote html, never had my own website, never made graphics, etc... Well, i have to say, although i am experiencing a lot of trial and error i have been at it again, and i made a new profile page at Niteflirt and new mouse over buttons. I went with a cute traditional tattoo them and kind of ran with it. Anyhow, please check it out and let me know what you think! MY NEW PROFILE PAGE
I still have a lot to learn but i am still trying to figure out it all out, for example i still am not really sure about tables, style sheets, meta tags, search engine optimization and a million other things... I am always open to suggestions/help/criticism (gentle criticism)!

One more thing... an interesting thing happened the other morning...

He had a key to my house, he had pet sat for me last time i went on vacation. We had gone out a couple of times and connected but both our lives were very busy. I hadn't heard from him in a while. I awoke last week from a deep sleep with a tickle on my lips. I opened my eyes to see him before me, his cock out, in his fist and pressed to my lips... i opened wide as any good slut would. A very very pleasant way to wake up.....

Remember.. check out my new page HERE!

xxoo mia

watching?

2007-02-25T00:26:00.000-05:00

Camming!
I am new to camming. I have taken a total of about a dozen cam calls but i have to say, what fun! At first i was really nervous and i am still learning to ropes a bit, but everyone has been really nice. This the problem, i kind of have to psyche myself into it... i need to feel prepared, i guess i get a little stage fright, and so i kept screwing up. I would log on for my phone only calls and forget to logg off my cam listing and then someone would call for my cam listing and a couple of times i didn't take the call (while my belly is in knots) then i realized that i was getting rating points deducted. At Niteflirt, the platform i use for taking calls, you get rating, callers can give you points and feedback, but if you don't accept a call and you are logged on you get two points taken away. oh well, my bad... oh by the way, feel free to take a minute to read my feedback here. I love my callers they are all so cool and sexy... thanks to all of you who've called and rated me!
So back to camming, i was never a stripper or anything like that, i am really a regular woman, totally amateur and new to all this. The only things that qualifies me for being any good at this is the fact that i love showing off and that i know how to please a man. Apparently that is all it takes! So i have tried a few different outfits, and realized my heels don't really show... that corsets are a pain to take off on your own and that it helps to have someone else here to help with technical difficulties (ie... lighting, zooming, spanking and fucking). Anyhow, so if you have considered calling my cam listing but noticed i rarely turn it on, please drop me a message and i would be happy to arrange something with you. I am planning on camming one or two nights a week. I am also considering making a second cam listing that is a bit lower priced that would be for cam with phone but no naughty bits. That listing would be for callers who want to see who they are speaking with but don't expect a show. That would also be a listing for those who want to get "check out" the quality of what i am offering. Anyhow, interested in phone with cam... click here...

xxoo mia

Questions Questions

2007-02-06T21:03:00.000-05:00

I get a lot of questions; people want to know what I like, what I am into, who I am. Here are some of the most common questions answered…

Where do you live?
I live on the East Coast, NJ specifically.

How many tattoos do you have?
I don't really count them since some are connected and stuff, but I have my back covered, my upper left arm has a band, my upper right arm is sleeved, one on my belly, one on my lower back, one on my wrist, one on my hand, one in my mouth... that's it for now.

Where did you get your tattoos?
From all over, where ever my life has taken me I have tried to collect a token reminder.

Are you submissive or Dominant?
I switch, I am naturally a sexual submissive but a Dominant Woman (does that make sense?)

Are you more into guys or chicks?
Depends on the person behind the dick and cunt...

What type of erotica do you write?
Most of my writing is BDSM themed stuff. I write both short stories and some poetry. I also love making custom erotica and recordings.

Are you looking for a Master? Are you looking for a boyfriend? Are you looking for a girlfriend? Are you looking for a hook-up?
The truth about the internet is that it is very impersonal and untrustworthy. I have a brain and use it. I am not making any promises about what I am looking for... it would take a hell of a lot of trust for me to move from internet/phone/cyber to real life. Having said that, I have been pleasantly surprised by people. I have met strangers who have become great fuck buddies and friends! What I can tell you is that I love meeting people, getting to know people, getting turned on by people and getting into peoples heads. Those people become the fuel of my fantasies... so, how about we just get to know each other and see what happens...

What do you look for in a partner?
I like people to make me feel special, don’t we all. I want someone who is my equal in many ways. I want someone who wants me. I want someone who is passionate. . I want someone who is an awesome fuck. I want someone who is willing to experiment, try new kinky things, get dirty.

Do you like younger/older guys/girls?
yes.

What is the deal with the phone sex line?
It's safe, it's fun and it's one way to move it to the next level without revealing my identity. It's a place for me to get off for guys and get guys off. Sorry if it’s not your thing, but I LOVE it.

Do you play on line?
Yes... when I can find time.

When was the last time you got laid?
Last night.

When was the time before that?
Night before that.

How many times do you like to cum during sex?
Three or more times ideally.

Do you squirt?
On occasion

Do you really like anal?
Yes

Do you do threesomes?
oh yesssss

Do you do gangbangs?
I have

What really turns you on?
double penetration
exhibitionism
humiliation
spanking
Obedience
Belladonna
cages
facials
little dirty sluts
loyalty
Shaved heads
strong forearms
fuck machines
tattoos
taboos
bondage

do you have a day job?
yes… slut.
Honestly I have a regular life. I think sexuality is a private thing. I think most people who know me casually would be surprised about my sexual appetite. Outside of my sluttiness, i am pretty much a regular woman.

Twisted Fantasy

2007-01-29T22:02:00.000-05:00

When i was younger, i didn't think i had fantasies, because if i desired a scenario, i did it. But the truth was i hadn't developed enough of a creative and imaginative sexual vantage point. But now i know that there are things that many might not ever see as sexy are or can be very... very sexy. Trips to the grocery store, car trips, visits to friends of your parents, doctors appointments, time spent weeding a garden can turn into fantastic fantasy scenarios. Anyhow, here is a brief synopsis of one of my fantasies...

I wake up groggy, last thing i remember i was listening to instructions from my humorless older boss. I am on a table, cold metal, strapped down. I test the binds and find myself tightly strapped down. My hair feels stiff and smells like hairspray, i realize it's been "done". My lips are slippery with lipstick, my eyelids heavy with dramatic eye make-up. I am covered with a sheet, hospital style. I can hear far off voices, monotone, droning. Finally i hear clapping, applause then i am being wheeled onto a stage, the lights blaring, warm, harsh. I am surrounded by men, in white coats, like scientists. They undo the straps and nudge me to my feet, the table is wheeled away and then the sheet is yanked from me. I am naked on the bare stage, harsh light illuminates me. In front of me is a sea of cold faced men. Suddenly out of a mic i hear the monotone voice, they are taking about me, describing me in a detached way, a detached way but very graphically. It reminds me of a slave auction but more sterile. Two men approach me and hold me and twist me into certain positions, bent over.. my ass spread so it can be seen. One puts an arm around my neck and pulls my head back, the crook of his elbow pressing against my trachea, I am balancing up on my tip toes, my chest thrust forward. The second pinches and slaps my nipples over and over. I look at his face, it is passionless, removed and methodical. The whole time this cold voice drones on about my assets. Mechanically the orator takes me apart, part by part, nipple by nipple, flesh by flesh, bit by bit. The entire time i feel ashamed, panicked.. or humiliated, because throughout this dehumanizing experience my pussy is heated and throbbing and i know the men are going to pull my legs apart, spreading me to the eyes of the men in the audience watching and they will see, how abundantly juicy i am.

So wouldn't you agree, i am a twisted and naughty girl. OK, i shared mine, your turn!

xxoo mia

the oral reaming

2007-01-19T23:35:00.001-05:00

yes, i have a new recording at Niteflirt... called deep and hard .. her face F*CKED! It was made by special request. Basically what I was asked to do was make a recording of me orally servicing a real life cock. Tough Request, poor me, the thing is, i am a rare species of woman who really gets off on performing oral... i totally like it, especially when it's a bit on the rough side. So anyhow, i arranged for a real life warm one to come and let me at it... So I told the guy i was shooting for five minutes or so, but of course he took it farther (past eight), and really really gave it to me. It was tough work, i gagged and choked and panted, ... and i really gagged. I finished him off and got a face full. Very nice. Then i went to convert it from wav to mp3 ( I am pretty technologically inept) I couldn't get it to work right, finally I asked a subbie boy who knows audio to look at it for me, and guess what, the damn thing never recorded. Meanwhile, I had the horny guy who request the recording waiting... so even with a sore throat, i went at it again and did an even better "job"! Anyhow that is the story behind the recording, listen to it, so far five people have and all of them LOVED it!

Find it here... deep and hard ... her face F*CKED!

xxoo mia

new years

2007-01-10T23:01:00.000-05:00

It feels different this one, more than i remember then in the past... weird. Anyhow many people have asked me how my new years celebration went. On my website i had mentioned that i had three party options for the night. The first was a party i have attended for many years. I have an older female friend who is a rich lawyer and she throws this big fancy catered party (hired bands and Dj's, etc.) every year... the place is packed with playwrights, judges, Hollywood types, artists, and mostly rich corporate types. She has a gorgeous house, nestled in the wood and her back room is all windows overlooking a big pool and deck with a hot tub. The second party i was invited to was a smaller, more intimate party, about a dozen friends, lots of ... "fun stuff" and people I know well, some might say.. intimately. This party would definitely turn into a fuck fest. The third party was an unknown. It was a a new trendy restaurant, on the roof top, invite only... exclusive.
So what did i do? I got a lot of different suggestions for people i talked to in the weeks leading up to it, but what I decided to do is start with the restaurant roof top. Maybe I went too early, but it was just, sort of dry. It seemed like the people that went were more interested in being seen than having fun. I did eat some yummy food, but in the end left around 11 pm. I drove past the second party and the lights were low and seemed like my "intimate friends" didn't wait for me to begin the party. I didn't want to walk in and feel like the third wheel, so drove past, hoping to come back later. I ended up at the first party, came in right before midnight, everyone was having a great time dancing and partying, and i was welcomed with warm embraces all around. I jumped right in on the dance floor , found a pretty little tramp to dirty dance with, made quite a spectacle and loved all the attention. I stayed until dawn, along with a group of about 20 (yes, the trampy girl too). We made good use of the hot tub.. and the dance floor, and the bathroom floor, and the kitchen floor, and the dining room table, and the pool table too. We had.. a very good time.
Hope you had a wicked New Years celebration too!!!

xxoo mia

Up and Running

2006-12-31T00:01:00.000-05:00

I made a website!!! Yeah!

I had this idea in my head, to create a website that reflected me. I wanted to create a site that has a certain pro-sex attitude. Anyhow, it's up and it's called InkedSlut.com . Please visit it and tell me what you think.

Lots of phone sex operators have websites but I wanted mine to be different. I do phone sex true, but for me doing it is also about promoting sexual expression. I see so many people in the world living unhappily or repressed or ashamed. Sometimes I want to scream when I see others passing judgement about another adult's freely chosen sexuality. So, back to my point, I want to help people feel OK about themselves and the things that turn them on. I also want to promote the idea of alternative beauty in women. Lastly, I wanted to meet other women like me... So InkedSlut was born. I hope you like it, please feel free to comment here or email me about any thoughts you have about the site.

One last thing. Best wishes for 2007 and may your New Years Eve be half as dirty as I am planning on mine being!

xxoo Mia

Rolls, Parts and Places

2006-12-10T17:01:00.000-05:00

I have been in this BDSM world for about nine years. I don't make it my public identity, I infrequently participate in my local scene, I have my kinky friends, some I have met here at munches, some I have met through the Community, some I have met through my on-line presence and others I have met through cyber communities. It's been quite a journey.
This is how it evolved. I had a kinky streak quite early on. I liked leather, wore dog collars, practiced a poly life, experimented with toys, found myself in groups, menage trios, in sex clubs, etc. I had girlfriends who I instinctually Dominated. I had boyfriends who naturally tied me up. I had a few of those humiliating experiences, which at the time I thought made me weird or wrong, but now I recognize as something that fulfills something deep inside of me. To sum it all up, I was attracted to the extremes of sexuality. I was a dirty girl. Some times I would meet a person who recognized this within me, we had our fling, and both walked away smiling. Other times I would meet a person who tried to change me. One day I found myself married, trying to live a traditionally monogamous life. I was very dissatisfied, but thought, this is life... I felt trapped and alone. I began taking steps to find my happiness. I moved on.
Then I met a Man. He took me as His own. He Dominated me completely. He nurtured the sexual slave in me. Our relationship has evolved over the years but what He recognized in me fit completely with His own needs.
This was years before I knew a thing about a BDSM community. Our power exchange came naturally.
Year later I ran across the BDSM online community with their contrived "rolls and parts". Capital letters to signify Dominance, and all the rigid ideas about what makes a good sub. For you who haven't had the opportunity to experience real life D/s or BDSM or whatever initials you want to use... those strict etiquette and protocol is not how it really is. We are talking about human beings here... confining ideas about how one should be and act within their sexual identities just can not apply realistically. In my opinion, it is just like sexuality, there is a continuum of where everyone lies... there aren't just two options... gay or straight. Most of us have a little of one and a bit of the other. And with BDSM, it's the same, there is Dominance and Submission, true, but most of us have a bit of the other in us too. In my local BDSM scene, seems 90% of the participants are switches. And switches make the best subbies and Dom(mes) anyhow, cause they know a little about how it might feel to be the other.

xxoo mia

sex positive ideas

2006-11-25T16:58:00.000-05:00

I try to live authentically. What this means is be honest about who i am. I am a freedom loving strong intelligent woman. But i also happen to be a sexual being.. very sexual. I want to see a future with respect toward individual choices. I know this mean sacrifices have to be made, and it's fear of difference that drives the sexual oppression that is running rampant in our society now. Why am i thinking about such a serious topic right now... well, it all goes along with the fact that right now i am trying to develop my own web based business that celebrates and promotes ideas like mine and women like me. All i want is to build a site where sexually free (and kinky) ideas and images can be shared. Apparently this is a problem. I need to think about indecency laws, i need to think about record keeping, i need to think about minors, i need to think about tax issues, i need to think about disclaimers, i need to think about 2257 laws, model release forms, etc... *sighs* All i want is to build a website for sex positive pictures of kinky tattooed women...

Now, one more thing, thank you to that man, that special man who i recently called me who made that "real" connection. I want to hear from you again...

xxoo Mia

Oidhche Shamhna

2006-10-27T16:01:00.000-04:00

What's that mean? On the Cectic calender it's Samhain Eve, it's the festival of the final harvest. We call it Halloween and it is and always has been my favorite holiday. We can thank the Irish, Scots and Welsh and other immigrants for bringing this wicked holiday here. I love to dress up and prance around, I go nuts with the costumes! This year I have a BIG party to go to and I am an un-dead vampire bride. I have a torn up wedding gown, that I cut the bottom off of, and died grey and ripped the edges scraggly and wearing with my dark purple corset, breast prominantly displayed. I wonder if I will get any treats? or will I be giving out tricks??? Maybe next year you'll be invited to My party... what will you dress as????

Fine Lines

2006-10-18T00:02:00.000-04:00

A few months back, a friend, who is a submissive was asking my advise about how to handle her current Dom. This man, was, in my opinion, overly controlling to the point of emotional abuse. She is known for her lovely long flowing hair, and within their short relationship, he had demanded she cut six inches off, which she did, then he demanded another six inches, which she also did. Another thing he demanded was that she keep her cam on in her house at all times. This demand particularly creeped me out because she has a young teenage daughter who uses the computer. Anyhow, my reaction was strong and knee jerk. Another aquaintance who was also asked for advise, came from a different perspective, and actually didn't see those demands as over the top. I was reminded that within the power exchange there are many different was to express/practice or celebrate power, and that it is really impossible to understand fully what is "over the fine line" for another person or people.
So now, that fine line, is something that I have been walking alongside more often. I find myself thinking back to that situation and the advise I gave when I make demand from my submissives. I go farther, and remember to look to them for the signs that point to nearing boundries, not within myself but within the sub-self.

Blown Off

2006-10-01T01:07:00.000-04:00

Sorry for a less intellectual post here, but I am feeling so blown off that I just have to share. I feel like such a guy right now... Grrrrrrr! So this is what happened...
I went to a stuffy ole boring wedding reception tonight, and there was this one bridesmaid who was my absolute vision of beauty. She had long brown hair with little bangs like bettie page, her body was tight and curvy and the definition of fuckable. And I guess I just ooze sluttiness because there was that chemetry thing going on, she glancing at me, me glancing at her. Hours of it, my parts were a-tingle. I could almost imagine what our private encounter would be like... who am I kidding it would have been a total fuckfest. Anyhow, even with the hideous powder blue bridesmaid gown on, she was quite the clit-throbber. Finally after she downed a half dozen champagne glasses, she came over, raising her eyes to meet mine, stepping close, inches away and then breathlessly whispering "i think your beautiful". I grined a cocky grin at her and toyed with a little bit of loose thread just along side her cleavage. I met her gaze and said "oh really?" and she gave me a school girl smile and nodded. Then I said, "you know what I think?" and she shook her pretty face no and I hestitated, took a deep breath and said "i think we should fuck." I saw her face flush and she shifted, obviously grinding her thighs together. I felt like I had just won the lottery. And just then her meat-headed boyfriend came over and gave her a what-the-fuck look and sneared at me, then dragged her off. He didn't let her near me for the rest of the night and she didn't even raise her eyes to meet mine. He was a total party pooper! If her was even a little bit nicer I would have let him watch.

Sex for Stress

2006-09-29T01:02:00.000-04:00

I don't think people really realize the power of release. Some people have a bad day at work, or get stressed out by family or money issues and they have a drink (or two or thirty) or they drive too fast or (unfortunately) beat their dog. But in choices like that, there is always a loser. My solution is this, and this is how I will save the world, you can quote me on this... go cum! Go home, and get in your soft comfy bed and jerk off or give it a rub or grab your partner and take him or her (or both of them at the same time) for a ride. There are no losers in orgasm, only winners! The end... off to release some stress!

Enough!

2006-09-27T02:06:00.000-04:00

Tonight I am tired of it. What you might ask? Those dang needy soul vampires, who try to take take take.. and don't give. During my attempt to live an authentic and exciting life, I stumbled upon the BDSM scene. And within my involvement in my local scene, going to munches, play parties and dungeon visits, I have been approached by many a malesub who longed for my attention. Most of these guys are truly pathetic sorts, who remind me of convenience store employees, late night security guards or counter help at the local porn store. Occasionally I stumble across a male sub, whose gift of submission is a real treat... it is rare, but i have found it on occasion. Who brings the FemDom out in me? Well, the sub can not come from a place of totally powerlessness in the real world. Having a malesub serve me, having him surrender has to be a leap. I want an otherwise powerful man to drop to his knees for me and become my pet. That is something that will absolutely make me want to pull out the paddle and put him over my knee, or bend him over and let him meet Frank (a friendly dildo i own... for another story). These boys turn me into a passion-filled cruel and demanding sexual demon. I love them for it! When I do take on the huge task of mentoring, dominating and training one of these boys, it can not be a one sided gift. Being a Domme is a lot of work. It's management, and in a worse case scenario, it can turn into micromanagement, where my attention is constantly needed. This gets tiresome if the boy turns out to be less than he first seemed. The thing that steams Me, is that they sometimes think (and i tell them, not to think that is my job) that every little thing they do for me is some type of wonderful gift. They don't understand that each correction I give them, each assignment they complete, each task they accomplish brings them to their ultimate goal of embracing and fulfilling their own submissive soul. Submitting to Me is not a gift to Me, it is a gift to yourself. What I am trying to say is, boys, and you know who you are, grow some balls, do the right thing, and honor Me... Your Goddess Mia the way I deserve. No more whining, no more worrying, no more question Me. Surrender, it'll make all of us feel a lot better in the end.

vibe supplier

2006-09-26T00:02:00.001-04:00

I went to Florida with six girlfriends, these women are dear long time friends of mine, they are from all walks of life, different careers and experiences. It's an annual trip, a chance to reconnect, and to be honest, get naughty. We stay up all night, late into the night, drinking wine and getting silly with each other. We drink champagne on the beach and bask in our bikini's. During this trip, late one night, it was reveled that one of my girlfriend doesn't own a vibrator. All eyes turned toward me... guess my friends know me. hehehe . The truth is I love feeling good. I don't have many vices, but one definately is orgasm addiction. I like to cum ... everyday, multiple times. Getting off is like my coffee in the morning, it get me in the right frame of mind to begin the day. I have been at this orgasm addiction for many years, so i have some exerience on how to make it happen. Sometimes (and yes, it is rare) i have to go at it on my own, so i have aquired many toys to play with. Some of my friends know about my collection of toys, so suddenly it was up to me to inform and teach this vibe-less friend. We all piled in the car and went in search of a sex shop. I brought my giggling friends in and showed them all the different type of vibes and dildos, taking about the pro's and con's of each. I am sure ever guy in that place had a raging hard-on eaves dropping on us. Of course I loved the stares we got, knowing that all these men were rock hard watching seven gorgeous women talk about rubber dicks. Finally it was time for her to pick a vibe, and she couldn't pick just one! She walked out with two, we headed back to the condo then the fun really started because it was up to me to show her how they worked!

Sexual anarchism

2006-09-20T23:48:00.000-04:00

My first post here, and i thought i should introduce myself. I am a sexual adventurer. Oh wait, maybe i need to back up... I am an upper middle class woman, in her thirties, with a graduate degree in Education who is spoiled and privledged. Having said that, i also reject the trapping of my societal position. What i am trying to say is i am a no holds barred slut! I love sex and all things sexual. I see no problem in expressing your sexual self, if it feels good, it is good, as long no one is getting hurt because of your choices. Call it sexual anarchism...
So what does this look like in real life? Well, pretty darn good, for me. It's safe sane and consentual pleasure. I have a BDSM bent in my life. I am mostly private about what my sexual life is like, i function in a vanilla world and have a few select people whom i share this side of my life with, people whom i can trust with my life. Otherwise it's all anonymous. Even though i function in the regular world, those who know me, know that i am a very sexual being, they respect me for it. I am the type of person, freedom-loving, that many wish they could be. I celebrate sexuality, exude it, value it, i display it. So I will happily share anonymously with you all what it is that i do, and i hope you read and enjoy it.