OOPS!
So, I might’ve been emo? I didn’t DIE! Or try to… or did I? I believe there’s some very taboo snuff phone sex for that… *laughs maniacally*
No, I didn’t die or quit the phone sex industry! You’d be surprised how many people left me messages, “Did you die?” I think back now and wonder what an interesting choice of words everyone was using. I have to chuckle. The people who cared the most were my phone playmates. You guys know who you are. I’d like to consider them phone friends.
No, I didn’t die or quit the phone sex industry! You’d be surprised how many people left me messages, “Did you die?” I think back now and wonder what an interesting choice of words everyone was using. I have to chuckle. The people who cared the most were my phone playmates. You guys know who you are. I’d like to consider them phone friends.
For about a month, none of my real time personal friends or family called. Granted, I might not have been able to pick up if they did, but I have voice mail! Only people who had something to benefit from it would dial me up and I could count them on my two beautiful hands…
I’m not going anywhere! I’ll be doing phone sex, web cam, and fetish modeling until I’m finished with school.
A phone sex operator with a PhD. I’ll venture to guess there aren’t many out there. Hey, why not aim high?
You know, I love being aggressive with men, but I’ve always had that submissive side where I’ve wanted to be thrown around on the bed and taken a hard cock. I’ve been away awhile and things weren’t so fun. Hey, even Goddess Hercules would have rough days. 
It was actually a good time for me to take off because the phone sex system that routes your call anonymously to my bedroom, was going through an upgrade. It was down for awhile.
I’m back and naughtier, hotter, and more creative than ever.
Call the freaky fetish phone sex line and ask for me (Brynn)
1-888-837-3259
Let’s do it dirty!
