I wrote a 10 page analysis of a film the other day. I gave it to a friend of mine to edit and well - it was hard on me. lol. I’m not necessarily a wimp but I always hated having my things critiqued. I am trying to get use to it - but it’s difficult. Anyways - I’m mentioning this because of something that came out in the critique. I said something like … well, it doesn’t matter what I said - but what I did was basically brag about something that I had. Which would have made my teacher feel pretty bad. Kinda like that nah nah nah nah nah kind of kid who has icecream and your mama won’t let you have any cuz it’s too close to dinner time. I don’t wanna shove this compliment (which I’ve posted below) as a kind of nah nah nah nah nah moment. But I do want to brag. I do want to say that I feel INCREDIBLY blessed - so lucky to have some of the most talented, most friendly, most … real - customers ever. When I received the compliment that I’m posting below in my email box the other day…my heart just melted. When I read the blog that Tiffers has created for me - I completely lost it. I got tears in my eyes…like the kind of tears I get in my eyes when I hear that song “All By Myself” when I’m feeling particularily lonesome. Or that tear in my eye that I get as soon as I hear that song Mandy Moore sings in A Walk To Remember - “My Only Hope”. This just moved me so much - and I wanted to share it. I wanted to honor it - and give it a little space right here because it’s worthy of it.

Thank you so much my sweet dear friend for this gift. You got that chapter.

”niteflirt - the final frontier…to make CeCe cum HARDER than she has ever cum before…*cue music - an Hitachi Wand flies towards screen while music swells…*

I tweaked your line a little to more fit my mission objectives during our call which I think I achieved, well good enough for jazz anyway. So here’s the deal, well what happened from my end of the line anyway.

I found myself in, well, a bit of a mood over the last week or so. We all interact with CeCe for our own reasons, all good ones. Earlier in the week I suffered from a touch of insomnia, got up saw CeCe was available and decided to give her a call and check in for a few. I ended up running my approximate forty-five minutes of time out well um shopping with her. LMFAO. There’s a side story there but it has to do with (hopefully - YOU PRIMISED CeCe) a future blog entry of hers. Let’s just say in about a week or so the ball will be totally in CeCe’s court. During that call I got to know her a little better too.

So it’s Friday and I had managed to get her IM ID from her and tiffy wanted to play. I saw that she’s available and I IM’d her to see, you know, if she was in the mood for tiffy’s particular brand of bullshit and tease her a little about an idea I had that came from the course of our previous calls. I’ve discovered that if I can get CeCe engaged mentally, a little curious, well we both have more fun.

Well some lucky dude managed to get in before me so I had to wait, but wait I did. I finally get her on the line and she was quite playful answering the phone in fluent Spanish. I dropped the ball there CeCe and was so flustered by it I couldn’t even play, LMAO You threw me for a loop there! It turned out to be tiffy’s lucky night. It was the last night before CeCe’s folks returned and so she could be a little more vocal. I asked if she wanted to make some ‘noise’ and she giggled and said, “sure!” So CeCe ended up heading to her loft with her arms filled with toys and gizmos like a demented Santa Clause on Christmas Eve, got all comfortable and relaxed and we started to play.

One final note, my writing style is allegorical so I might be describing things in a manner that isn’t exactly true. I might say something like, “CeCe came all over my face” well of course not really. You’ve done CeCe calls before you know how ‘real’ she can make it. Keep it in mind. I plan on having lots of adventures with CeCe, ALL of them will occur ONLY on the phone. Capiche?

So CeCe breaks out one of her toys and we convene the ‘High Court of CeCe’ so that I can plead my case, my little idea I was teasing her with in IM earlier. Soon she’s writhing, bucking, and crushed by the force of tiffy’s logic. She ponders it, views it from every angle and finally renders judgement by cumming buckets all over a very surprised tiffy’s face! In my mind’s um well not eye … in my mind’s tongue CeCe tastes like a sun ripened peach, wet, slippery, tangy with a hint of girlish musk that defines her.

I’m not sure if that’s a yes or a no but CeCe darling I’ll take that as a definite ‘maybe!’

I don’t know if you have had the pleasure of getting CeCe all ‘puffy’ or not but on this night she huffed and puffed like and 1890s steam engine. She got so into my little tale that she lost it, she was gone! That might read a little funny to you but for me it was a serious fucking compliment. We make our calls to this or that PSO and we always have a little bit of hold back or I do anyway. An element of trust has to be earned before extended. That night (and I may be wrong) I think she opened up a little, dropped her guard a hair, trusting that I wasn’t gonna clock her with some weird psychological roundhouse.

We chatted about stuff, what is really none of your concern but inconsequential things. Nothing like bank numbers or blood types, nothing secret really. Well except for our secrets and that’s what they are, our secrets. CeCe and I play our reindeer games and we have a few in progress and a few that we’re entertaining, but they’re ongoing and fun for both of us I think.

Once she caught her breath and settled down I fucked her again. You should have heard the wicked giggle she gave when I asked if she wanted to go again. If there were no financial considerations on my end I would have fucked and chatted with her all night long. And my pretty pretty CeCe came very, very hard again, followed by more ‘pillow talk.’

CeCe has her gal-pal tiffy a tad squirmy at the moment. She’s considering bending poor virginal tiffy over a table and deflowering her bottom! GASP! But CeCe also knows this, if she wants to play that reindeer game she’s gonna have to send tiffykins a URL to the dildo/vibrator whatever that she wants tiffy to use. Cause that’s the nature of some of our games and the price of the ticket is an email with a URL. I’m not going to imagine it, I’m going to do it. Tiffy is unconcerned though since CeCe is too busy to email me a link.

Did tiffers cum? Oh yes but CeCe was too busy, too puffy to notice. CeCe was in her ‘happy place’ when her cock (yeah I forked over the keys to that too, it’s her cock now) standing tall and proud fired off a thankful salute like a perverted roman candle, before turning into the phallic equivalent of the Wicked Witch of the West raging at CeCe, “Ohhh — you cursed brat! Look what you’ve DONE! I’m melting! Melting! Oh — what a world, what a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness!?” So tiffy came right about when CeCe did the first time and came hard!

And so you have it. That call was ALL about CeCe, getting her off and getting to know her a little better. Why would I spend a buck eighty a minute to do that? Simple, I like her as a person and I’m growing to view her as a friend, buddy, pal and if she is an amigo well maybe every now and then it SHOULD be all about her. Whatever, it’s irrelevant to me if you ‘get it’ or not, but I think CeCe ‘gets it’ and appreciated it for what it was.

I will continue to try and turn her ‘maybe’ into a ‘yes’ and maybe one day she’ll agree but even if not, if we continue to enjoy each other and have as much fun as we did this call who cares? I do hope to earn ‘a page in her heart’ though.

I think CeCe liiiikes me … happy smile!

CeCe, you know I adore you,
Tiffy

Tiffy’s love blog can be found here: (until I get around to linking it properly)It’s all about CeCe