QUANTIFYING PHONE SEX: lust and lipstick
People ask me if I have scripts, and the answer is, of course, no. That doesn’t mean that I don’t re-use images and trigger words/phrases sometimes.
“spitted like a roast chicken”
(getting it in the ass and mouth)
“grab my ass cheeks and break me open like a ripe peach”
(if they want to eat my pussy, gets ’em in the mood for juice, see?)
and one of my all-time favorites
“you know what color lipstick I’m going to put on you? Cocksucker Red.”
Cocksucker Red. It’s not an actual name from an actual make-up line, as far as I know, so I don’t know who came up with it first, but if they’re getting royalties, they’re rich. Every once in a while I’ll get a sissy-boy who wants to play young; I’m the mommy, and of course Princess Pink is the only appropriate color to go with a frilly pink dress and white ruffle-butt panties.
But other than that, every caller who is looking to dress up and/or suck dick, almost every guy knows the name of that color of red, with little to no coaching. Or a lot of coaching, if that’s the way they want it. They want to think about leaving a mark on whatever dick they’re sucking, or they want to hear me talk about how they’re going to look totally trashy and fucked up after I’m done doing their throat with my strap-on.
They want to know that they’re sluts, and Cocksucker Red lipstick, that’s just the blazing-bright frosting on the whole slutty cake.