Adelaide's Phone

Welcome to my new micro blog. Here, I will be reporting perversions, adventures, and crazy things that happen sometimes on my phone lines, and in my life. Some very existential thoughts as well, probably.

This is just the normal way of expanding my reign over the English-speaking internet.

Enjoy!

But I won't tell you here. You can get into the Private List if you really want to know.

PornAddict sent me a selfie and I hate to admit that he's hot now. I have this effect on men: they just get hotter and age reverse as they interact with me. I don't do it on purpose and I hate it. Stay ugly so I can make fun of you!

Well. Just know that a perv told me he has run out of money because he lost it in Doge. Gonna take his lunch money let him starve because losers don't deserve to stay alive. I don't care.

- Eat refined bakery

- Drink only fancy wine

- Little or no makeup

- Irreproachable skincare

- Meals that last 2hrs with friends and family (associate food with pleasure, always)

- Extra-marital affairs

And it's not you.

Bitch. I built it. Of course, I am.

Nights in France are starting to get really hot, and I don't feel like sleeping when it's hot.

I have... other plans.

I can tell you if you ask politely. Everything is possible.

His breath became heavier. "Yes, I do", he said, complacent.

"Do it. Five spanks. Maybe then you will learn to cum ONLY when I tell you to do so".

He started, as I counted down. He gave himself two additional spanks because he's naughty, but a zealous boy. The perks of discipline over the phone, which I don't mind.

I smiled because of course, I could hear that the spanking was turning him on. Such a slut. Such a toyboy. So easy to arouse.

Then I started. He behaved, this time, even when he was eager to cum, he really, really wanted it, but I made him beg. When I finally let him release it, it was... an explosion.

He loves cumming. And I love torturing him until he loses his mind.

I want him to like cock. Not only to like it, but to crave it. Why do I want that ? Because I know it's the ultimate barrier he will need to cross over to unlock a new dimension in his mind. His primitive slut brain which needs to be stimulated.

So of course I'm brainwashing him to crave cock. Watching him getting gang-banged will be a true delight, for me. I will sit on a chair, sip my wine, and watch the show.

He's not there yet. He will be. For now, I'm making him watch the Eurovision. It's all part of the plan.

I haven't been really active on my phone lines, lately. I'm building my very own crypto-porn-store. But this has not stopped the boys from sending me cute messages and gifts. I can't complain, really. I'm the most spoiled hacker gf down here.

When he called me, it was 2 AM where he lives. That was unusual: he's usually a very serious man, he wakes up early, works out, meditates, and heads to his high paying boring job.

I'm pretty sure he was drunk.

He was angry and desperate. He really likes me, and the last time he wanted to give me some very inaccurate "business advice", I called him a bitch.

He got angry and promised himself he wouldn't call me ever again.

But... here we are.