I’ll be taking calls Wednesday night on my new toll-free direct dial line at . Look for me after 9:30pm EST! If I get back from the gym early or late I’ll update my to let you know when to start salivating, my Pavlovian pets.
Niteflirt has been steadily making progress with their site updates, so if you’re already a Niteflirt member and want to try the new beta system I’ll try to be available for calls on Niteflirt as well.
More (multimedia!) updates soon…
After , your favorite stocking-wearing tease is going fully independent! I’ve had my new direct dial site in the works for a while and have my brand new toll-free number set up: 1-888-809-8060. Write it down; I own it. That number will stay with me. I’ll now be able to offer extended availability to my favorite callers…
I’ll still be taking calls on Niteflirt’s beta site for my Niteflirt callers, of course. And this blog isn’t going anywhere — but my phone sex specific blog entries will show up at SabrinaMorgan.com first.
I just found out from Niteflirt Customer Service that the full site will be down for another week. Aw…
If you’re feeling adventurous, you can call me on the Niteflirt beta site: Just remember it’s a test site! It might take a couple of tries to get connected, and for now, only the click-to-call buttons will work; I’ll let you know as soon as our phone extensions are working again. If our erotic experiments get too technically frustrating, trust that I’ll take care of you accordingly. Just think, for once your orgasm will benefit someone else… *grins*
I’m looking at a couple of direct dial phone sex providers and I’ll post here as soon as the new line is live. This is a step I was going to take in the next few months anyway, but now instead of launching my other semi-secret project or my fetish site first, I’ll be launching my direct dial line so I can tease my favorite perverts in between photo shoots.
If there’s anything you desperately want to see, or any thoughts you have about my potential new members’ site, leave a comment, drop me an email (sabrinamorgan at gmail dot com) or . I want your feedback so I can sweetly exploit you down to the last drop.
xx
Sabrina
I’ve missed you too.
Niteflirt (the primary site I take calls through) went down for scheduled maintenance and upgrades on Monday night. They’re switching over to a new system, which will mean many good things over the next few months (like improved mobile accessibility! I’ve been passing on your requests), but in the meantime means a few glitches. Right now Niteflirt’s tech team is working around the clock to bring the new system back online. They’ve run into a few snags, but they’re not going anywhere, you won’t lose anything, and the site will come back as soon as they can do so safely.
I know my favorite perverts have been missing me as much as I’ve missed chatting with, toying with, and teasing you. Since you’ve missed the sound of my voice and the sight of my wicked smile, here are a couple of treats from the archives:
HNT – Flash (microfiction, photo, and mp3)
While Niteflirt is offline for upgrades, you can call me at Phone Encounters:
(2.99/min)
(2.19/min)
Phone Encounters is an established, reputable site, though not as robust as Niteflirt. I’ve also had a direct dial site in the works and that (among other goodies) will be going live over the next few months.
I’ll be available for my Niteflirt pets as soon as the site’s back up. Callers: I post my availability and schedule changes via Twitter. If you follow it, you’ll know exactly when to look for me. I also post the occasional cameraphone pic… not that you’d be interested in anything like that, of course. 
I was feeling very wicked this morning and decided to share. I’ve just recorded and uploaded a new erotic audio mp3 for all my submissive cuckolds, beta husbands and wimpy boyfriends.
NEW! – The long-awaited recording mentioned in my dominant girlfriend love letter. I left you a voicemail, letting you know I won’t be home tonight… and explaining our new arrangement. 5 minutes of sweet erotic humiliation. (high quality.MP3 file)
Listen to the teaser, then .
Oh – and in case you missed the original “love” letter:
– A love letter, dominant girlfriend style. I sweetly explain why you’re a wimp, a failure as a man, can’t fuck me properly… and what I’m going to do about it. (There’s a surprise inside the mail, if you look closely.)
Call to my phone domme line:
We introduce ourselves. He’s calling after reading my listing – he likes the idea of a dominant girlfriend.
He tells me he’s a shy guy.
“So you need a woman who’s very take-charge.”
“Exactly. One who will take advantage of me sexually.”
I purr out that kind of thing’s right up my alley.
He pauses, breathes, and -
Click.
Aw. I hadn’t even started to tie him up yet.
I’ll be a phone-in guest tonight on international sexologist (and fellow phone sex maven – with that voice, no wonder!) ‘s radio show, RadioSuzy1, along with the founder of lesbian social network and Krystal Mazzola of . You can or starting at 11pm PST – I’ll be calling in between 11:30 and midnight and will be available for calls immediately after the show.
Care to join me?
You can call into the show at 1-866-289-7068 and call me afterwards to talk about it at 1-800-TO-FLIRT, extension 01621402. All new Niteflirt members get 3 free minutes, and new callers who mention either this blog post or RadioSuzy1 will get a previously unpublished tease photo of yours truly.
18+ only, $2.19/min
UPDATE: The show was a blast! If you missed me live, you can still download and listen to tonight’s (right-click to save). Be prepared for some incredibly sexy people saying “penis” repeatedly.
Bacchus has published a truly powerful guest post — no, not a post but a sermon, :
Nature sends us into the world with all sorts of X’s. Maybe your X lines up neatly with your actual situation in life. But then again, maybe not. The world is full of people — competent, successful people — with X’s that are imprudent, or immoral, or illegal, or indeed outright impossible. Maybe you have a thing for inappropriate would-be partners, or for non-consensual interactions. Perhaps your X is being a pirate — or being taken by pirates. Your X might even be monumentally weird — at least to others. There are people who claim to have been turned on by the scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory in which .
If this is your X, I do not recommend your trying to blow up an actual girl in this manner.
So what should you do?
Well, as it happens the world is full of hard-working artists [...]
I find myself nodding my head and saying: Yes. That. Exactly.
No one overlaps perfectly with their partner or partners’ turnons, fetishes and fantasies. And so: here I am, teasing those bare edges, limning those white-hot secret thoughts with my words, my body, my voice.
There is a beauty in this that’s hard to describe. But you feel it, don’t you?
Quick question for my phone domination callers (and curious would-be callers): I know you’ve mentioned wanting an easy way to keep track of my schedule. Now that I’m posting on Twitter fairly regularly, it’s easy for me to just publish my availability there as it changes. You can subscribe via Twitter or any RSS reader (or just refresh my Twitter page obsessively like a good stalker).
Thing is, my existing Twitter account also contains blog update notifications, interesting links, replies to friends and the usual bits of fluff you’d expect in a Twitter feed. (I’m not that bad. There’s only been one tweet about my new kitten.)
I’m sold on the idea but debating one thing: Should I create a separate Twitter account strictly for phone sex and cam schedule updates, or is it easier for you to stalk me all in one place? If you’ve been trying to catch me on Niteflirt, let me know honestly: is this something you would use or do you have another suggestion?
Comments, email (sabrinamorgan at gmail dot com) or Twitter responses () much appreciated…
(For my 3rd blogaversary I’m publishing select previously private blog entries. Originally drafted in Summer 2007.)
When you’re a sex worker of any stripe, one of the first things people want to know is whether or not you’re “real.” Real pictures, real name, real encounters, real breasts. After a while for a lot of clients that fades away and what takes central importance is a different kind of reality.
They don’t care so much whether or not my stories are real* as whether or not those are my actual fantasies. They want to know if the kind of sex I have or portray at “work” is the kind of sex I have at home.
To that I say: not always.
Anyone with a fetish can relate to how hard it is to find a fellow fetishist, someone who understands and shares your seemingly irrational turn-ons. Any polymorphously perverse kinkster can understand how unlikely it is to find someone who you not only have physical, mental, and emotional chemistry with but who shares every last one of your various kinks and doesn’t want anything on your hard limits list.
Any sex worker, present or prior, will know that sometimes having a tangible difference between the kind of sex you have with your partner or partners and the sexual persona you take on at “work” helps you become and revel in that fantasy without taking any lingering unpleasantness from one side to the other in either direction. Sexuality is a messy business and it helps to have boundaries between public and private life. There is such a thing as being too naked.
I love living authentically, with all my warts and tender underbelly out in the open, but that kind of brutal honesty can be very uncomfortable especially when other people are involved. I respect the others in my life by keeping enough privacy for myself to cover them as well.
There’s a beauty and a glamour in playing pretend and why are any of us in this business if not for the dirty glamour? I write stories because I like to make things up. I fantasize because reality is limiting. I can’t really kidnap my objects of lust. (Legally.) I’m not (always) a stockinged siren of a gun moll out to ensnare the hearts and cocks of men.
But I could be.
And so I fantasize, and I create a persona where my fantasies and those of my fellow fetishists intersect. There, I go and put on a tarted-up version of my own sexual dark side; I slip her on and flash her under my skirt.
This is my private sexuality, the sexuality I had back when I was a virgin, back before I knew what sex was aside from kissing and making babies. I liked power play, pulp adventure, and wearing pretty things.
I love wearing femme-y lingerie and stockings with real garters that snap against my thigh and silky, satiny slips (why don’t they sell more slips? it’s ridiculous special ordering something that used to be so basic). I wish you could all understand how intriguing it was for me when I found out that some men not only got lingerie and nylon like I did, they were more turned on by underwear than nudity and some even wore it themselves.
(And women that wear? Ooh. Yes, please. I’ll take my bisexuality with a side order of high femme.)
I can dress up for myself in private a la Buffalo Bill or I can put on a show and share a little thrill with someone else. This satisfies my fetish for mass sexuality while respecting my actuality of a kinky man who gets me in every last regard except for the way I get turned on when I sneak a little nylon under my dress.
Real? Yeah. I’m real.
…And this is what I want. Come and get it.
(18+, $2.19/min)
*Strangely enough most of mine are. What can I say, it’s good to be a sexual deviant…
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