Sabrina in Stockings smartass switch sex worker

I had sex with you this morning, and you didn’t even know it.

I was recording it so you could hear… it was pretty hot, but Audioblogger ate it, and now I know exactly what robot sex must sound like. It’s too unintelligible to be funny or I’d post it for you anyway.

I was lying on my side. My hand reached around and behind to trace the line of my ass all the way down until I felt wet silk folds and I pressed my knuckles against my clit and came hard until my pink thong was soaked and there was a lot of good stuff in between (in between what, I’ll leave up to you) that you’ll get to hear soon, I promise.

I’ll try again tomorrow. My pussy’s on regularly scheduled feedings.

This blog isn’t as hot or interesting as it’s going to be in a few days by far and I finally figured out why. If you’re a girl, you’re told all your life to fear “leading people on” because it invites rape. Now I know full well that isn’t true and being chaste and virtuous (ha) is no protection, just as being a sexual powerhouse is no invitation. There is no invitation; you either have consent or you don’t (even consent for roleplayed nonconsent). If you’re not sure, you don’t have consent.

Easy, right?

The problem is that so many people actually believe that rape myth that even knowing it’s a load of crap, I’m having a hard time writing like I write in private.

This is kind of funny since riding the bus through the ghettos of Boston at 1 a.m. when I was 16 was much riskier, but I didn’t think twice about that. I knew those guys and they were a bunch of mellow, heavily armed Jamaicans who really liked to play dominos in the park. Also I was a better shot than about half of them…

So how am I going to get past this shyness and inhibition and write (and video, and phone) like I do when it’s not out there in public with my face?

I was thinking about it this morning and the answer’s actually pretty simple. I’m a phone sex operator. It’s the Diet Coke of sex work, but I already have no dignity in a lot of people’s eyes. I intend to go further (and want to - very badly). The stuff I write on the sidelines is much hotter than what’s been going in here and that’s embarrassing to me as a pervert. If I’m not turning you on, I’m not doing my job.

There. I said it.

Consider this past week foreplay, because it was just getting me warmed up. My goal is to make this blog an orgy of decadence and perversion, and I’m going to make that glaringly obvious by this weekend.

These two are stills from some video I shot for the first Sugasm AV. My mic has decided it enjoys either echoing or screaming if I have it up loud enough to record, so unfortunately I might have to reshoot, but I hate to think of perfectly good tease shots going to waste.

The problem with hold-up stockings is that they don’t always hold up. I love to wear mine out - the look on a man’s face when he realizes you’re not only wearing a skirt and nylons but stockings is priceless - but I hate that feeling of lace and nylon rolling up and slowly creeping down my thigh. There’s just no discreet way to adjust a slipping stocking if you can’t make it to a bathroom.

Since I can’t be discreet, I have to be creative.

It’s embarrassing to be seen hiding in a corner, looking flustered and trying to hunch over and tug up slipping stockings without showing too much thigh. My face flushes, my hair gets in my eyes and I always wind up not only showing stocking tops and a lot of leg but sometimes panties too.

I don’t like showing my panties unintentionally.

The key to not looking like an idiot is this: if you’re going to give ‘em an eyeful, do it smoothly and make it good. I like to stand up, put my high heel on my chair, lift my skirt just enough and then tug the wayward stocking up slowly and deliberately. I don’t watch my classmates- I watch the black become sheer as it stretches back over my skin. I take my time tugging the lace top back into place. Never rush a good show. I might flex my foot right at the ankle, stretch my leg, then look up with a big, innocent smile before letting my skirt swing back over my thigh.

Sometimes before I let my skirt down I like to pull the hem up just another inch…

Always leave them wanting more.

This of course was a quickie reenactment done in my personal den of iniquity - with my brand new digital camcorder. Yay!

(Nothing says amateur like a sleeping cat on the sofa. I didn’t have the heart to move her.)

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them, this week starting with the letter ‘V’ (and for the first time, including an entry from this blog).

• Virgins. (domequeen.blogspot.com…)
• A Conversation? (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com…)
• Anal Cream Pie to go (theholidaylife.blogspot.com…)
• A Night Off! (whatsyourpleasure.blogspot.com…)
• Anita Dark (sugarbank.com…)
• BadAss Valentines Day Sale + Free Shipping on Paddles & Floggers (tirepaddle.com…)
• CockBlogging Wednesday 14 / Reader Question (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com…)
• Disrobics (sugarpit.com…)
• Furniture babes (sexblo.gs)
• His name was Levi (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com…)
• How it might continue… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com…)
• I. Cloud City (nakedloftparty.com…)
• Indecent Exposure? (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com…
• I Want (swelteringcelt.com…)
• I was like this… (damnjezebel.com…)
• Jane’s first time wasn’t with Dick. (janeluvsdick.com…)
• KITKAST 1.13 - AVN 2/2, French Maid TV and Colombian Condom Laws (kitkast.com…)
• Leashed (talkingdirty.blogspot.com…)
• Marion, Lea and Dianne orgy Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com…)
• New Featured Gallery (seska4lovers.com…)
• …more Sugasm #19

Join the Sugasm

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links)

• New Featured Gallery (seska4lovers.com…)
• Ratios (lumpesse.com…)
• Sex blogging from the airport (hotwivesonline.com…)
• Sex & Music: Purple Haze (chaosnoir.blogspot.com…)
• Shoe Fetish (radicalvixen.com…)
• Sweet Napper Part Trois (eroticandy.blogspot.com…)
• Take My Picture, Please(4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com…)
• Tease Muse (sabrinainstockings.com…)
• The Waterfall Girls by Abby Winters (iloveabbywinters.com…)

Sugasm is lovingly policed by Sabrina Morgan

Okay, I figured out why the wp-comment-post.php page was coming up blank. It’s a bug in my template (mallow). I swapped out its comments.php with the default and everything’s working now.

Major thanks go out to the wickedly fun BadAss for catching the bug and for the review.

Sure I just popped this blog’s cherry, but I’m already moving on to the next one. (Don’t worry little fetish blog, I’ll still respect you in the morning…)

Her name is Full Frontal Politics and she likes to keep her heels on. She talks dirty, too - if you can’t talk about it at dinner with strangers, it’ll probably be there. She’s into sex, politics, the war on porn, all that good stuff.

Go take a peek - she likes it when you watch.

Right now I’m thinking of running this as an erotic experiment. I’m going to post the stuff that turns me on - mentally and physically. That means audio, photos, and text; that means fantasies and experiences and things that are about sex without being sex - things that make me think.

Can you tell I’m excited about this yet?

…Never mind. You can probably tell from the way I’m crossing my legs.

Crossing my legs even feels better in stockings. It’s more sensual than a tight pair of jeans by far. My legs don’t stick skin to skin like they do when they’re bare; they just slide against each other, with a little nylon between them. I can feel the texture, just faintly, and it sends shivers down my spine.

Honestly, I only recently figured out I had a stocking fetish. I went into Target (laugh all you want) and just walking around the footwear/hosiery section made me extremely giddy. I was smiling, and bouncing, and I saw these soft-textured pink argyle knee socks and something low in me just twisted and started to throb. I picked out a new pair of tan stockings (real stockings, not hold ups) and the thought of them on my legs, around my thighs, tugged up by my black garters made my hands shake. Some older man walked past me while I was trying to decide between lace top or classic welt and I got so embarrassed I stashed the stockings behind some tights and ran into the shoe aisle.

Why would anyone turn red and run away if they were just innocently buying hoisery? Hah. I’d been denying it for a while and trying to pass my love of stockings off as an ex-goth thing, but that would just be ridiculous at this point. I might as well admit it’s an extreme turnon fetish.

Once I was browsing a cam site and I saw a beautiful young woman in a close-fitting gray sheath dress, sitting in her chat room, chatting with her potential customers. She had more covered than any other girl on the site, but she covered it so that I knew how her body curved, how her skin shone, the heft of her breasts and the gloss of her smooth thighs. She led my eye, with her outfit and pose, but she led it so that I had to imagine her naked body every time I looked at her and didn’t see it, and I just knew that the real thing would be so much better and more perfect than anything I could imagine.

She crossed her long legs just enough to make her skirt hike up just enough, without any wrinkling aside from the diagonal creases that led my eye down her hips, without showing me even a flash of panties. An inch and a half higher would have been heaven, but she knew exactly what she was doing.

She was driving me crazy.

Her sheath dress was very tight around her breasts and I could just barely see their outline through the fabric. The light shone through it just right- she was wearing a black bra, and if I was ever faced with breasts like hers I’d touch them and just pass out.

The sad part is, I’m really not playing her up at all. She had a pretty face and an amazing body and I was just about ready to pay just so that I could keep looking at her, just like that. Who knows what I would have done for more…

Did I think to take a screenshot? No. Of course not. Suckers bewitched by sirens don’t think to take screenshots.

But I’m holding that image in my head and one day I’m going to learn how to do what she did to me.

If anyone knows of a good sex ninja apprenticeship program, I’m listening…

I’d rather have my wrists tied together than my legs.

Anything that denies me my sexual freedom, denies me. As a thinking creature I have a right- not one guaranteed by a piece of paper, but one I’ll take without asking for permission- to decide how to live my life. I have a right to make my mistakes, to choose to live my life in the way that is best for me without waiting for someone to tell me which way I’m supposed to go. I have the capacity to enjoy every nuance of sex and flirting and the responsibility to enter the deepest, darkest parts of myself and face the impulses I’m afraid I can’t control. I have the responsibility to control them rather than deny them or blame another for tempting them. I have the joy of becoming that darkest self and seeing the look of raw, hungry bliss on the face of a willing “victim” when I take that responsibility seriously.

Sex is the rush of lifeblood in my veins, it’s a source of energy, it’s a primal drive. Hearts and minds and bodies all get involved and it gets really interesting. Sometimes the tension of sex held back is more intense and charged than any orgasm.

Why did you think I flirt so much?

Did I say naked?

I’m a tease- I admit it.

You have no idea how long it took me to get up the nerve to take these pictures. It’s funny, because somewhere on the net there is a headless picture of my bare breasts covered in just-cooled candle wax. Of course I didn’t have my face or my words there and it’s the words that are really going to do me in, just trust me on this.

This is how perverts celebrate when we lose weight…

…with silky hold-up stockings, new shoes, new lipstick and a webcam.

Holy shit, I’m going to be naked on the internet.

Since I haven’t uploaded any pics yet you’ll just have to use your imagination. Don’t build me up too much- I don’t want to disappoint anyone. Think short, pale, and curvy.

I’m a 22 year old part time college student and soon to be full time professional pervert (phone sex operator, camgirl, and sex blogging fiend). This is the place where you’ll hear about my brand spanking new adventures in exhibitionism since I’ve gone too far to back out now. I’ll blog about sex, sex work, fetishes (mine and my callers’), BDSM, and the political joys of starting in the adult industry in 2005-2006.

More later today. I have to scream now.