Monica Foster: From CamGirl & CatFighter To Porn Star & Back Again

You might know ebony porn star Monica Foster best from her first feature role in the porn parody of The Cosby Show called Not The Cosbys XXX (2009).

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In her role as as “Claire,” Foster relived her own college years with a flashback to having some hardcore interracial sex in her rather 70s dorm room.

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What you might not know, however, is that Foster was a computer geek whose sex work career began by being sent on a service call to fix a fax machine ~ that fax machine just happened to be at a strip club. The very next day, Foster quit that repair job. After doing some research, she became a stripper, discovering her exhibitionist side. Not long after that, Monica took her computer skills and graphic design background and put them to work with her stripping knowledge to create her own amateur adult site, posing for pictures, making videos, and being on cam.

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Not only did her site bring in enough money to support herself, but her popularity was growing. So much so, that Foster was invited to the 2005 Diva Search run by the WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment)  in Los Angeles. She didn’t get far in the WWE search, but Foster did get a gig with DT Wrestling ~ where she continues to be on the roster for “Custom Matches.” (Photo below is one of DT’s topless catfights featuring Foster against Kendra James ~ one of the dirtiest wrestling matches in DT history.)

Kendra James Vs Monica Foster

After 35 adult film scenes, Foster left the LA porn scene and returned to her roots. As a verified adult performer at NiteFlirt, Monica Foster continues to show of her tight 34C-24-34 body on cam as well as chatting on the phone as a PSO. You got a stick you want to shoot at Monica? You can now give her a call.

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Phone Sex & Sex Work: What’s Loyalty Got To Do With It?

At Divorce Darling, our very own Darla ponders the question, “What loyalty does a paid sex worker owe to a client?”

Her conclusion that sex workers are not loyal is a wise one.

A sex worker owes no more loyalty to his or her clients than any other business owes their clients. Sex workers have to compete for business and court clients via marketing, offering good customer service, and, of course, providing the sexual services as good or better than advertised. But being “loyal” would make for a business with one client. Would WalMart, McDonald’s, or The Hilton survive with just one client? Nope. Such loyalty is not a business model; it’s a personal or romantic relationship ~ “a relationship.”

Phone sex and other virtual sex services are, as we discussed, masturbatory. Real world flesh sex services may not seem so purely masturbatory ~ but they are not relationship sex either. And that’s why any sex worker who provides companionship services similar to those of a girlfriend offers or sells them (as our friend Rose does) under the label of The Girlfriend Experience, or GFE. That’s honest. Because what’s for sale is the experience, not an actual girlfriend, loyal or otherwise.

But Darla thinks this lack of loyalty is unfair. Or at least she worries that callers and clients will find it unfair.

To me it seems a self centred thing. But, worse it is likely to leave these men disillusioned.

In short, if you pay for sex you get what you pay for and not more than that. You don’t pay by the minute and get a whole lot of loyalty.

This sort of thinking is based on an assumption that men who pay for phone sex, or the professional services of any sex worker, actually want loyalty. To paraphrase Tina Turner, what’s loyalty got to do with it? Loyalty, that’s actually the opposite of what these men want. Sure, there’s an exception to every rule; but the business of sex work, the commerce of sex, is all about not having “a relationship”, just a business relationship.

whats-love-got-to-do-with-itPaying phone sex callers or clients of any sex workers services are, typically, smart enough to know that they do not want (or perhaps even deserve) a relationship. Including one based on the traditional markers of loyalty or love. Perhaps they work too much. Maybe they are selfish with their time. Some have commitment issues ~ not necessarily from any immaturity or a “bachelor attitude”, but perhaps they have recently lost someone or otherwise are in no place to participate in a relationship involving emotional intimacy. Then too there are those who simply want the entertainment experience of living out a sex fantasy. This could even be people who have loving, healthy, committed, and, yes, loyal relationships ~ they just happen to want to masturbate with the help of a phone sex operator. Or three times a year they need to crossdress in front of a virtual stranger and be humiliated because their spouse won’t do that. And then, of course, there are all the possible health reasons that make a full sex life with someone you love uncomfortable or even impossible.

There are a myriad of reasons why paying for phone sex makes sense. Ditto other professional sex services. To most ~ if not all ~ of these clients (and their partners) even the slightest notion of any loyalty is undesirable. It’s actually a burden.

Phone Sex Domination with a German Accent

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Brains and sophistication are sexy. Do you like a little German accent? I lived in Germany until 2 years ago when I relocated to the states. Strict and sensual, kinky and clever.

I love phone calls and I love Voices.

While I love a lot of things I am NOT submissive. You do not have to be sub but do not call me if you are “dominant”.

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Sunday Funnies: 4 Out Of 6 Village People Preferred The Backside

Those statistics refer to which Sex Over The Phone single cover, front or back, the Village People liked best. Of course, I am only guessing. But I think there’s data to back it up. *wink*

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Dragon Lady Toenails?

Quib asks if referring to an Asian phone sex & camgirl Mistress’s feet as having “Dragon Lady Toenails” is racist.

At the time of this posting, the PSO in question, MzKim, has not yet replied. However, a sex worker like MzKim likely has played with far worse fantasies.

Over a year ago I wrote about “Yellow Fever” and sexual fantasies regarding Asian women. Overall, I agree with the advice given to Quib. But I hope MzKim finds the post and replies.

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Missy Monroe Is One Trashy MILF

Missy Monroe, along with Mr. Pete, feature in Axel Braun’s Trashy Milfs from Wicked.

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It’s the latest release from Monroe who has made nearly 600 films and earned numerous AVN Award nominations.

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While the 36 triple-D blonde porn star has often been noted for her innocent girl next door looks, it’s her apparent lust for hardcore action and squirting which make her a fan favorite. And this is exactly what you get from Monroe in Trashy MILFs.

During the past year, Missy Monroe has also joined NiteFlirt, offering private cam sessions as well as dirty one-on-one phone sex. If you’ve seen one of Monroe’s films and have always wanted to join her in the action, this might be as close as you can get. Maybe you can even make Monroe squirt like she does in Trashy MILFs or, as shown here, in Supersquirt #3!

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While there, catch some of Missy Monroe’s “goodie bags” which offer everything from selfies and movie pics to nudes and other naughty photos.

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Ahchoo! Spring Has Nearly Sprung… So Have The Boners

Spring may remind you of the birds and bees, but what makes the world go ’round is the pollen itself. Well, the plant-sperm filled pollen getting deep enough inside the female floral genitalia bits to reach the stigma. Bees, of course, help. So does the wind. But in any case, that pollen (and other bits in the air) create that joyous thing we call seasonal spring allergies. For some, calling it “joyous” it sarcasm or even cruelty. Ahchoo Ahhh, but for others, well, this is the sexiest season of all. I am speaking of those with a sneezing fetish, of course.

sneezeWhether a person delights in their own sneezing or the sneezes of others, Spring brings so many delights…

It might be the sight, the sound, and, yes, even the dainty damp-mist touch of a sneeze that is arousing… It might be that breathy build up followed by such a violent and uncontrollable release. Perhaps all of the above. (I’ve even heard from a number of men how they like the idea of a girl sneezing and peeing her panties a bit!)

Experts remain varied in their responses to sneeze fetishes.

Some have never heard of such a thing. One one hand, it is not so remarkable when you consider such a mild-mannered (yet possibly rude, should a person not employ a handkerchief) fetish is likely to drive a person to seek help. On the other hand, why do you think folks were so into snuff back in the day?

sneezing sexy lacie pso videoOthers feel the fetish is simply a matter of a sneeze being physically and psychologically so in parallel with an orgasm. Others believe it’s a matter of one having sneezed or heard a sneeze while masturbating during those critical formative years. Still others believe that, like virtually any other fetish, it’s just too individual and complex to really be traced to any source.

In the end, does it matter? If I had a sneeze fetish, I’d be ecstatic that I literally had such cheap thrills!

If “Gesundheit!” brings you or someone you love closer to God, you may wish to check out the Sneeze Fetish Forum. And should you be so unlucky as to be without a person muddling through allergies this season, phone sex operator & camgirl Sexy Lacie is standing by.

sexy lacie sneezing on friends breastsShould she be sneezing for another, don’t worry ~ she has a number of recorded sneeze audios for you to enjoy. She even has videos! (Sneezing on her friend’s tits video?!)

Sorry, I haven’t found a man selling such things… Too bad. I bet that income is nothing to sneeze at. *wink*

Images via Sexy Lacie.

“A Strange Symphony Of Digital Escorts”

Sex tech made the news again, this time it was MTV spouting off on the “evolution” of sex. I say “spouting off” because while columnist Tess Barker may be clever & know her tech, I’m not sure if is all that sex savvy. She writes:

The old version of phone sex was always a little ridiculous, but “teledildonic” devices such as We-Vibe (along with its We-Connect app) and OhMiBod allow partners to create pleasurable vibrations from afar. These days, distance can make more than the heart grow fonder.

What’s ridiculous about “the old version” of phone sex, Barker? Talking together, be it dirty fantasy play or emotionally intimate talk, can lead to a mind blowing, orgasmic, thrilling fuck fest; because while it may employ individual masturbation it also engages the mightiest sex organ of them all, The Brain, via the ultimate connection ~ a human one.

While your partner may not be able to touch your body via phone sex, they can touch your mind. You can share a sexy mind meld, with or without the Star Trek role play.

As for the “teledildonics”, there are other ways to achieve that without pushing a button on an app; play control freak with your partner’s mind and tell them the what, where, when, why, and how of the masturabatory action. Be it their hand or a toy, controlling the scene and the action is hot. Super hot.

monkey playing a piano for dogsYou can come together to cum together, as opposed to, say, having a lazy person plunk their fingers on a keypad like some monkey playing the piano comedy bit.

Unless that’s what you’re into. Maybe you really like to monkey around; I don’t want to judge.

But just as two minds may be better than one, two minds may also be better than one and a trendy bit of sex tech.

Science and technology will make innovations in sexual toys and, once they figure out the truth of the female body, even perhaps in sexuality itself ~ but, as I’ve said before, it won’t replace the human components. It can’t.

Sex with robots will be no more therapeutic in its release than a vibrator made 130 years ago. The stimulation of our genitalia occurs, but what of our brains, minds and souls?

Sure, I admit that technology & culture are fluid bump-and-grind influencers, driving everything from changes in actual human needs to the “Because we can!” advancement mentality.

Steadfast & True robot love by leuckitBut is every innovation a real advancement? Does tech meet real needs, or does it only expose that we hunger for something that cannot be manufactured or produced with ones and zeros?

A case in point is Invisible Boyfriend (and sister site, Invisible Girlfriend). Make no mistake; the idea behind such services is not to provide human companionship, but to help the client lie to well-meaning family & friends by offering “proof” of a non-existent relationship partner. You know, to get mom off your back about being single. For a monthly fee, the platforms promise “virtual and real-world social proof” of your invisible “relationship” via texts, voicemails, and even snailmail. Mark Wilson gave it a try and found the experience, well, I’ll say a bit clumsy:

Syntax problems. Lazy wikipediaing. Look, I knew my invisible girlfriend was fake, but I began picturing what must be going on here—thousands of people typing out text messages, many pretending to be another gender, in a strange symphony of digital escorts.

Wilson’s description of his experience isn’t far off the technical reality, as he explains:

[I] learn that Invisible Boyfriend relies a bit on the artificial intelligence of chat bots, but most requests are handled another way: The St. Louis startup has teamed up with a fellow St. Louis company named Crowdsource, which manages a frontend interface to Amazon’s mechanical turk. That means Invisible Boyfriend sends your texts to a sea of micro laborers, who pick up all sorts tiny tasks during the day. They see very basic information about the character they play and text you back.

Again, in defense of Invisible Boyfriend & Invisible Girlfriend, co-founder Matthew Homann has clearly stated, “We’re not trying to help you believe you’re in a relationship. We’re trying to provide that proof [to others].” And, in fact, the sites themselves address the issue of “love” in the FAQs:

My Invisible Boyfriend… will I love him?

Seems a bit far-fetched, and a sit down between you and Jerry Springer may not be out of the question.

But nevertheless, the issue of technology ~ even that designed to meet a human “need” (I use quotes because I still don’t get the need to lie about being happily single) ~ has some issues. Not just the clumsiness of new technology, but the reality of being able to meet the human desire for connection. More from Wilson’s article:

Homann says that some early beta testers can get quite attached to their invisible partners. He describes one woman who has had an invisible boyfriend for a month and a half now. She flirts with him, but she tells him secrets, too. She’ll even ask him questions, like Siri, about movies playing in the neighborhood. (Homann says that’s an off-label use, but there’s no reason a mechanical turk can’t Google something for you.)

…”Even though I know how it works, behind the curtain, when I get a text message, I feel compelled to respond,” [Homann] says. “Technology has compelled us to respond even when it’s not necessary.”

These comments evoke visions of the film Her, in which—minor spoiler—humanity is overcome by the virtual companionship of conversational software. Right now there are limiters in place. The mechanical turk makes a lousy companion. And you can’t sext—guidelines prohibit the turk from responding to explicit content.

Which prompts the question: Should Invisible Boyfriend be thinking beyond the novelty factor? Could you fall in love with an Invisible Boyfriend? Or, could you at least sext with him? “If the marketplace wants to demand something, we certainly have the capability to deliver it,” Homann says. “We can train a workforce comfortable with adult-themed content, but it’s not something we’re trying to do now.”

While Homann likely ponders the quest for money from all sides (including both the large sums to be made from adult entertainment as well as the negative aspects of getting funding with an “adult” label), Wilson nearly hits the nail on the head:

Telephone based for-hire companionship—be it sexual or conversational—certainly isn’t a new idea. Invisible Boyfriend’s $25/100 text message premise isn’t so far from the pay-per-minute 1-900 psychics and phone sex lines of yesteryear. The business model might be similar, but the social experience is admittedly different. Those were 1:1 conversations with real people.

Yes, the one-on-one is the vital part. It’s the real human connection that matters here; even when naughty bits aren’t touching, we want to know we are in touch with another person. This is something many phone sex operators know well. And not just those of “yesteryear”, but those who thrive today, many of whom have expanded their phone sex to be true digital courtesans.

This desire to connect, human to human, isn’t limited to body parts only. Not even when we just want to get off. And the tech world, its columnists included, would be wise to realize it.

PS Also, please stop bashing everything that’s “old” or from “yesteryear”; doggy-style & missionary have been around forever and they still fuckin’ work.

Image Credits: Romantic robots, Steadfast & True by Leuckit.

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Saucy Saturday: A Man Is Whipped (Audio)


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“ [x] 5:11 | Whipping sounds, the sub is instructed to count the number of strikes.

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It’s a male Dom & a male sub; but let your imagination take you where you wish… Via @SecretPhoneSex

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Hot Flash Fiction Friday: Masquerade

sexual role-play:  / sěk’shōō-əl rōl-ˌplā / an erotic form of role-play:  sexual behavior where two or more people act out roles in a sexual fantasy.

katherine snow Masquerade“Have you ever found yourself wanting to do something wicked and completely against your nature?” he asked in sultry whisper.

“There might have been an occasion or two,” she replied. “What about you?”

“I have found myself wanting,” he said, reaching up and removing one of the pins that held her hair up. A long strand of hair slipped down and fell over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a voice heavy with growing desire.

She shook her head and he smiled knowingly.

“I didn’t think so. Want to know how I knew?”

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

The back of his hand brushed over her nipple and she sucked in her breath as a searing ache surged to life between her legs.

“These beautiful, rigid peaks…they always give you away,” he groaned, dipping his head and gently taking one between his teeth through the thin veil of fabric.

She cried out, her fingers moving through his thick tumble of hair, urging him closer.

A few moments of sweet ecstasy passed and he stood, placing his hands on either side of her face, his probing gaze meeting hers behind each other’s masks. Her lips parted slightly and he swooped in, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss that left her aching for so much more.

Slowly, he backed her against the wall, the chill of the cold tile against her back startled her and she pulled away. “We…we can’t do this…not here…” This was crazy, she thought, muffled voices of the party guests in the adjoining ball room reminding her exactly where they were.

“Yes, we can…you know you want to,” he groaned, pressing his hips against hers, the telltale bulge of his rigid cock leaving no doubt of his desire.

“Oh damn,” she gasped, a wave of damp need soaking her in response.

His fingers trailed down the delicate column of her neck and across her shoulders, making their way down the length of her arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

Threading his fingers through hers, he lifted her hands above her head, capturing them both in one large hand and pinning them against the wall.

The other hand slid down the front of her body and over her hips, slipping purposefully under the silken fabric of her renaissance themed gown.

He drew back in surprise when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “My, my…you are just full of surprises,” he said, his fingers exploring her further, moving them expertly over her mound, slipping between lips swollen and damp with desire.

His thumb brushed against her clit and she struggled not to cry out, the fear of getting caught only adding to the eroticism of the moment. He repeated to motion again and again as she pressed herself against his hand.

“Do you want me to stop?” he teased, caressing her clit in a circular motion.

“Yes. No.”

He slid his hand further down, spreading her swollen lips, exposing the entrance to her pussy.

“So wet…so ready…but ready for what?” he whispered against her ear.

She groaned but couldn’t answer him.

“Come on. Tell me what you want,” he urged, slowly sliding two fingers into her damp heat.

She cried out, a wanton sense of freedom overtaking her. “Oh, yes…please…”

“Please what?”

“You know what I want.” Damn him.

“I do, but I want to hear you say it.” He moved his fingers deeper into her.

She gasped again, aching for more than his fingers.

“I want…I…please…just fuck me!”

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About The Author: Katherine Snowe discovered her penchant for writing and sex at a young age but it wasn’t until recently she delved into the blissful art of combing both. Published in erotic romance and erotica, weaving an arousing tale for the pleasure of another is one of her greatest passions. She delivers that same blending of the written word with the aural arts as a phone sex companion specializing in GFE, indulging her clients with erotica meant to stimulate and satisfy, as well as immersive roleplaying guaranteed to provide an intense visual and physical escape. You can find her at her website, and follow her on Twitter.