Lilly’s Blog

The comment box on my blog is white, and so is the text, so no one can leave a comment. So rather than get Lara, from Sparklewhore to fix it, as she did an amazing job designing this blog, I decide I will fix it myself.

So I went in to the style.css sheet and changed the background attribute for the input box. Simple yes? Ummm no, now my style sheet doesn’t work at all.

So I have put out an SOS to her, hopefully she can fix it, and get my beautiful design back on my page.

If you have a link swap with me, please be patient, I will have my links back up asap.

Sorry I’ve been so long in getting back to this….

I have had a lot of fun acting out this scenario with several of my Niteflirt callers though, and so it has been worth the wait, at least to me

Part one is posted on October 22, and part two is posted on November 3.

Here is part three:

Lilly came in to my office the next day. She had on a new dress, a tight little cashmere number that did not go much past the tops of her nylons, and she had on high-heeled strappy sandals. I had been hard since I had arrived at my office that morning, and this did nothing to alleviate my condition.

She walked over to her chair next to my desk and sat down, crossing her long shapely legs.

“Kneel down on the floor,” she commanded. It was obvious to us both who was in charge here.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, not even realizing that I was going to say that. It felt so right though.

I did.

“Now I want you to start licking my toes through my stockings….. That’s it, good boy. Take off my both my shoes…. Now lick down to my instep…. Now undo your belt and your pants, and pull them down to your knees…. Oh my, my, we are excited today aren’t we?”

I was. I was throbbing. I started touching myself through my shorts.

“Now did I say you could touch yourself? Nooo, I did not. I will touch you instead, but do not cum.”

She ran her toes all over the front of my shorts, playing, touching, manipulating my hard cock. Then with just her toes, she opened my boxers and pulled them down to my knees. I was about to explode.

“Now I want you to continue licking… all the way up my calf… now up to my knee, now my thigh… that’s it. Yesssss…”

I knew she was getting excited the way she was squirming, as well as the fact that I could smell her excitement, and feel the heat coming off of her crotch.

She put her hands on my head, and guided my licking tongue up against the tops of her nylons, up to her soft white thighs, spread open wide, up to her red silk panties, which were already quite wet. I licked the crotch of those panties, and while I did, she rubbed all over my balls with her nyloned toes.

She pulled aside the crotch of those panties, and I could now lick between those full, puffy shaved lips, into that slick red meat, into the promised land….

She stopped me for a moment, and pulled her panties off.

Then she wrapped those glorious thighs around my head, and rubbed herself on me as I stuck my tongue in an out of her pussy and licked all over her swollen, excited clit.

We both came at the same time, me spurting all over the floor and she, dribbling all over my face.

After I was done I sat back on the floor, pussy juice drying on my face, waiting further instructions.

She paid no attention to me at first, cleaning her self up, getting her shoes and her panties back on.

She finally looked at me.

“You may clean yourself up now, and put your clothes back on. We will have to work a bit on your technique but you will do fine, I think.

“In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, Mr. Jones, and I’ve decided that I want you to put me a desk in your office. That way you will be at my beck and call…”

And so that is how it started.

I moved Lilly into my office. I got her a desk and a nice chair.

And most of the time, I am in here naked, or at least from the waist down. I spend my time, groveling on the floor in front of her, licking and pleasing my Goddess, touching those long shapely legs and thighs, those amazing feet, and licking, always licking.

And she runs the business. Lucky for me, she does a better job than I ever did. Of course I have to pay her a hefty salary, but what the hell? I’m happy. I know my place. And it is at my Goddess’ feet.

Niteflirt will be down tomorrow morning (Saturday, 11/17) from 1 AM to 3 AM PST, or 3 AM to 5 AM my time, that is CST.

Of course I don’t usually stay up and take calls that late, and especially not tonight, as I have one of my little college boys coming over. My husband is away all weekend, and boytoy and I will be doing the nasty several times tonight and tomorrow night.

Nothing like having 21 year old 8-inch cock in your bed to keep you warm and amused….

Wanna hear about it?

I’ll be taking calls until at least midnight CST tonight and tomorrow night. After that, it’s Lilly time…

Ok, so I do realize that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. Nobody is.

In this business, especially, you learn to grow a thick skin fast, and don’t worry too much about the jerks. And to be glad that you do have callers that will call you back on a regular basis, and give you great feedback.

But, there is a big difference, at least in my mind, between a caller that you just can’t click with for whatever reason, and a caller that calls you up for ONE minute, says absolutely NOTHING, and then leaves you ONE STAR. To me, that smacks of someone who just wants to trash you.

Add to that the fact that this person also works on Niteflirt, and I think you get the picture. Someone’s just a little bit jealous that someone else is doing well, and decides to retaliate in a small-minded, petty manner.  Ummm, excuse me, but we are all adults, and the 3rd grade is long past…

I won’t put the flirt’s name on my blog, as my blog now has an xml sitemap and it is spidered by Google, (many thanks to the Goddess Leesa for doing this for me) and so I refuse to give him any manner of free exposure.

But you can look at the feedback on my site and see for yourself. I’ve seen the same sort of feedback on other flirts’ listing, especially when the vast majority of them are five stars like mine are. It makes me think, jeez, this person is acting like a dumbass.

In other words it tends to be a bad reflection on the caller, not the flirt. Especially if the caller is also a flirt as well. And I also think it says a lot when he pretends to be an “expert” on Ebay, yet his Ebay accounts have been suspended…

I think that my loyal callers will give me enough nice ratings to push that one down to the next page pretty quickly

Ok, so enough attention has been given to that …. ummm, person.

My husband was home all day yesterday and so I didn’t take calls. But today I am hoping to burn up the phones, and make a lot of horny men happy.

Who’s with me on that one??

I have had so much fun with this little story that I’ve decided to spread it over three or maybe four installments. Also I’ve had a few callers on Niteflirt call me and ask me to pick up where I left off last time and continue with the fantasy. Who would have thought there were all these foot and leg men out there?

So here is part 2. And if you want more for now, you’ll just have to call …..

Story of a Leg Man, Part Two 

So there I am, with this luscious beauty I’ve dreamed about, wanked off to many nights, with her toes up against my leg. Not only that they are slowly traveling, a quarter inch at a time, up my leg, up to my cock. Up to that spreading wet spot.
Bulls-eye.
Then, about a half-inch before she gets to it, she said in a low, steady voice. “Unlock your hands from the arms of that chair. And pick up my leg with one hand. With the other, caress my foot, and bring it to your mouth.”
Oh lord. I nearly spurted then.
But I did as she said. I put one hand under that beautifully shaped calf, and the other around the arch and top of her foot. Her foot and her leg, with their full weight resting in my hands, felt even better than I had dreamed.
And then I guided her foot to my mouth, stopping first at my nose, just so I could smell her toes.
Ahhh, that smell. Not a bad smell at all, but a lusty, full smell of a woman who spent most of her day on her feet in the same pair of shoes. An aroma that can not be imagined unless you are a connoisseur of women’s feet as I am. I put the pads of those plump little toes to my mouth, noticing as I did, that now I could see all the way up her leg, past the top of her black nylons, and all of her white thigh above. All the way to the promised land.
“Now lick,” she commanded.
And so I licked. Sticking my tongue out about an inch, I started licking across the pads of her toes, and then underneath, using my tongue to push her nylon into the little crevice there. As I did that, she popped her big toe into my mouth, and I started sucking on it.
Almost as if they had a life of their own, my hands began caressing up and down her calf in those silky nylons, from her ankle to the little pulse point underneath her knee. I had often dreamed about kissing that pulse point, and now realized it was a distinct possibility.
As I did that, she slipped out of her other shoe, and raised that foot up to the inside of my leg, where her other foot had been just moments before. This time, she went for the jugular. She ran those toes lightly across the oh-so sensitive, leaking head of my cock, and then played them up the throbbing shank, up to my aching balls, where she forced her toes under them.
That did it. I came all over myself.
She immediately pulled both her legs away from me, and put her shoes on, as I tried to cover the spreading cum stain with my hands.
And then she laughed, a low, sarcastic chuckle.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Jones? Can’t control your bodily functions?
“I do believe that we have ourselves a dilemma here. If I were to run out of this office, screaming that you tried to take advantage of me at the top of my lungs, who do you think the roomful of women out there would believe? Me or you?”
I couldn’t do anything but sputter.
“I believe that we are going to need a standing arrangement of some sort, Mr. Jones. One where I come into your office every day, and we work on training those bodily functions of yours.” she said, licking those luscious lips.
“But for now, I’m afraid you’re confined to your office for the rest of the day, or at least till that stain dries a bit,” she chuckled.
“Oh and while you’re sitting in here cooling your jets, Mr. Jones, think about a nice big fat raise for me for ‘services rendered.’”
And so that is what I did. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to come out of my office the rest of the day, as I was either hard, or leaking, or actively jacking off. This is what this woman has done to me.
(to be continued….)