You know how it is when you start following links. It takes on a life of its own and you become a web-surfing maniac. But some interesting things–things to bookmark for a later, longer stay, once your done slutting around–do show up on one’s monitor, wouldn’t you agree?

For instance I found this primer for surfing gay adult websites, which is an extremely helpful guide for anybody looking for any porn (gay, straight, in between, over the top, under the covers…whatever) at The Banana Guide. Internet shysters abound, particularly in the “adult” arena. In easy-to-understand language, this “tutorial” explains the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes tofree sites vs. pay sites, trial memberships and navigating AENs (adult entertainment networks). I learned a lot and highly recommend you check it out.

I also ran across this wonderful vintage photographer, Mark Anthony Lacy, at his self-designed website, Lacy Unlimited, where he showcases his work, which he describes as “Retro Pinup Photography.” Featuring “bodacious blondes, brazen brunettes, ravishing redheads, and exciting exotiques” in girdles, corsets, stockings and heels, the website, itself, is a work of retro art. (He does web design, too. If you’ve been looking for a webmaster to create a retro look for you website, he’s your guy!) Then, of course, there is what Mr. Lacy refers to as the swanky flashy intro.

And you just have to check out Grownup Girl, the very hot website of blonde bombshell, Lori. While she does have pay-to-view (membership) areas, Lori provides a generous dollop of free “treats” so you can window shop and get to know her a little bit. This is an amazing young lady. Deaf from the age of sixteen, Lorie maintains a mainstream job and is the one-woman mistress of this website, providing pictures, videos, fantasy stories and much more. She is very real, very sweet, very naughty, very talented, and I just like her super bunches!

Boy! This was fun, wasn’t it? We’ll have to go surfing again very soon!

Inspired by Bend Over, Rover, my post of 3/12/06 where I rambled and opined about dildoes and strap-ons, a very creative gentleman (I’ve bought some of his mainstream stuff–a truly gifted artist) decided to put his talents to work in–shall we say?– slightly darker pursuits. As you can see by the above picture, he seems to have a knack for this.

Here is said gentleman’s description:

A hand-crafted Crepe Myrtle Dildo, it is about 9 ½ inches long with the head being approximately one inch in diameter.

So if you’re in the market for such things, let me know. I just might be able to hook you up.

(Aside to Mr. Gentleman: You made my day! And you just wait until I get you alone the next time! Be sure to bring along that lovely little creation…I will make sure it’s put to good use.)

I just have to dish with you about Isabella Valentine.

So remember you heard it here first: Danger, Will Robinson! Girlishly flirtatious, erotically mesmerizing, shamefully addictive, sinfully sexy and wickedly beguiling, Ms. Valentine is BIG TROUBLE!

The kind of trouble I am talking about here is that Isabella is just too much of too many things: too smart, too creative, too talented, too sexy, too cute, too fun-loving, too positive, too kinky, and too good of a friend. Did I leave anything out? Well, let’s just say she is too much of a good thing and leave it at that. And you do know what they say about too much of a good thing, don’t you?

The fact is that if you are in the mood to get your phone freak on, Isabella is the girl that you should be looking up (when I’m nowhere to be found, of course). If you can’t tell by now, I simply adore this Fem Fatale.

Everything about her is first class, as is evidenced by her meticulously crafted website, which was a Vamp’s Pick at Jane’s Guide. Her daily journal (blog) is a favorite of mine, showcasing Ms. Valentine’s intelligence, creativity, passion for life, unceasing energy (artist, student, phonesex operator and much more) and generous spirit–and should be on everyone’s list of daily must-reads. I mean that! Go bookmark it right now.

Obviously, I happen to like Isabella bunches. I am lucky to count her among my friends, and I cherish that friendship deeply. She also happens to be an ethical and passionate business woman, which is why her callers adore her and phonesex operators look up to her.

Isabella makes the world a prettier place just by being in it. She’s so delightful, I could pinch her cheeks. And she’s so damn hot, sometimes I think about fucking her. And I’m straight! So that just shows you how powerfully charismatic she is.

Did I tell you that one of her specialties is Erotic Hypnosis? I don’t dare call her.

I just don’t dare.

So what do guys think of strap-on dildoes?

In my not-so-humble opinion, at least fifty percent (that is a very conservative guess-timate) of American males dream of (masturbate to) learning the joy of anal penetration from a wild and wicked woman. Don’t look so shocked. I call ’em as I see ’em, my sweetness, and this one is a no brainer. If you don’t believe me, “run” dildo, mistress, domination, and strap-on sex through a search engine.

When I can get a guy to open up about fantasies and desires (much easier on the phone than in a one-to-one personal in-the-flesh encounter, I assure you), this is one of the “dirty secrets” I hear more often than not. Many guys actually keep a dildo stashed somewhere around the house, others only think about it. A lucky minority have been able to “live the dream” with enlightened lovers. Others seek out prostitutes or professional dominatrixes. Then there are the ones that aren’t too sure about “something that big up there,” but find the idea of a finger or tongue quite intriguing.

If you know me at all–and you should by now–you know that I am quite clear about the fact that I am not a lifestyle dominatrix. That doesn’t mean I haven’t dominated a gentleman or two in my regular everyday life. Then again, it doesn’t mean I have. Have I or haven’t I? Inquiring minds want to know.

It’s not that I am being evasive. Let me take that back…yes, I am being evasive. Because me private and me on the phone are two different animals, and I don’t spread myself all over the place like extra mayo on an oversized club sandwich. But as we become more intimate, I am sure that more will be revealed. So just hold onto to your phallic fetish icon and be quiet for now.

What I will tell you tonight is that when I go into strap-on play via the phone lines, I always get a little dom, a little tuff, and a whole lot of happy with that amazing girl-cock I’ve suddenly grown. It is a little bit heady to take a man in the way he is supposed to take a woman, and I refuse to apologize for my rowdiness.

I mean it’s all in good fun now, isn’t it? Get a sense of humor about this, for goodness sake.

See ya…

Well, I’ve been a good girl, a responsible girl, signing on to take calls for the first time in a while. I had my reasons for laying low, which I will probably blog about in the near future.

It’s turned into a rather busy day, with gentlemen callers (my twisted version of such) veering from reprimanding me for the unexplained and unannounced absence to kissing my cute little butt in supplication, begging me not to go away again and everything in between. I’ll take all of the above. And it really feels good to be putting in a full day on the phones. Even had a new caller, who I think may stick around.

The most promising fantasy of the day is actually on hold, as we were unexpectedly interrupted. But very soon I will be the dominant, wicked wife to whom the husband subjugates himself, despite my very strict rules (down to choosing his attire for a night of wifely adoration), seering humilation of said spouse and continuous delight in forcing him to do dirty, filthy things. Now doesn’t that sound like fun? Does to me!

Along with all the updates I am working on (for my professional website, which I mentioned yesterday) I am trying to whip this and another blog into shape so they are finally presentable enough to put out on the Internet. If you have been reading this as it unfolds, then you are, indeed, privileged and very lucky. I haven’t let very many people even know it exists. As always, you can thank me later.

There are many topics we are going to dance around as this space of mine continues to expand, including (but not limited to): financial domination, strap-ons, mainstream books I’ve read and love, really awesome people on the web, phonesex philosphies and how they differ, the world of fetish (lingerie, smoking, heels, tickling, leather, etc.), my personal shoe fetish, friends in my everyday life (you’ve met Nanette already), taboo desires (golden/brown showers, incest, cuckolding, forced homosexuality, etc.), the difference between fantasy and reality and just about anything and everything that strikes my little fancy.

Stick around. I think we are in for a bumpy ride. Just the way I like it.