<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:17.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathleen's Confessional   866-309-4803</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an exceptional phone sex operator with a sultry, sexy voice and a wickedly creative imagination...

I welcome calls from sweet, wimpy sissyboys and cross-dressers. I will transform you into my devoted slut!
I take command of men who need CONTROLLING, DOMINATING, HUMILIATING. I will have you on your knees begging for more!  866-309-4803</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-1842427774251378519</id><published>2007-05-03T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:42:33.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise was Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu8jgv8Dh_g/RjqAr_2LV0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Qi0aa77KEp4/s1600-h/Find+Pics+1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060498624665573186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu8jgv8Dh_g/RjqAr_2LV0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Qi0aa77KEp4/s320/Find+Pics+1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I played with lots of young men on the cruise.   Got drunk and horny and did 3 of them in the disco on the last night!   Bad girl....   I'm still masturbating every night thinking about all the fun I had.  Give me a call and I will be Delighted to share some of my stories with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-1842427774251378519?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/1842427774251378519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=1842427774251378519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/1842427774251378519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/1842427774251378519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2007/05/cruise-was-awesome.html' title='The Cruise was Awesome!'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu8jgv8Dh_g/RjqAr_2LV0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Qi0aa77KEp4/s72-c/Find+Pics+1013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-2742915859073701808</id><published>2007-03-06T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:33:09.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu8jgv8Dh_g/Re3c3-c3q6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/F4Pc6wYZ7v4/s1600-h/celblkling032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038926412312456098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu8jgv8Dh_g/Re3c3-c3q6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/F4Pc6wYZ7v4/s320/celblkling032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey there!   I'm going to be around for calls until March 10th, 2007 at which time I am &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;off on a cruise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be gone for a week (March 11 - 18) and I have every intention of coming (cumming?) home with many stories of my decadent and hedonistic adventures!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They say it's "better in the Bahamas".    I'll surely let you know!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So..... until the 11th I'll be taking calls during my usual hours (9am to 3am Eastern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love and kisses,    Kathleen  866-309-4803&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-2742915859073701808?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2742915859073701808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=2742915859073701808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/2742915859073701808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/2742915859073701808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-there-im-going-to-be-around-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vu8jgv8Dh_g/Re3c3-c3q6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/F4Pc6wYZ7v4/s72-c/celblkling032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-117069704593057439</id><published>2007-02-05T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:37:25.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming .....</title><content type='html'>New Studies Show That Global Warming Is Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even President Bush is now acknowledging that global warming is an established fact, and that steps must be taken to reduce the likely effects that will arise from the warmer temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A panel of world renowned scientists have recently published reports that have many people taking a second look at global warming, and it's effects.   In language considered "strong" in the scientific world, they have announced that global warming is no longer a theory.  It's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;There used to be many theories  regarding what causes global warming, but NO MORE!!   The cause has been found!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9 out of 10 scientists now agree that  the cause of Global Warming  is because of the SIZZLING HOT girls at FindPhonesex.com", said one reliable source.  "Those scientists used to think that it was because of increased burning of fossil fuels, but I don't know.  (I think) it's more likely that it's all the increased body heat released whenever someone calls one of those numbers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions? Get a hybrid car and check into car-pooling if you are really concerned.  However, this reporter suggests that you should go ahead and give one of those smoldering  HOT girls a call and let her help you release that tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: we're not sure about ice caps, but your PHONE might melt from the smoldering conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-117069704593057439?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/117069704593057439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=117069704593057439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/117069704593057439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/117069704593057439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2007/02/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming .....'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-116621520226091323</id><published>2006-12-15T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:40:02.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Check out the following link.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.12daysofaphonesexchristmas.com/?wp_ml=0"&gt;www.12DaysofaPhoneSexChristmas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-116621520226091323?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/116621520226091323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=116621520226091323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/116621520226091323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/116621520226091323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-out-following-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-116606746660891123</id><published>2006-12-13T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:37:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas Story for people having a bad day....&lt;br /&gt;When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee elves didNot produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa wasbeginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit.This stressed Santa even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three ofthem were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and wereout, heaven knows where. More stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boardscracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of applecider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered thatthe Elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. Inhis frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and itbroke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He wentto get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of thebroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to thedoor. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great bigChristmas Tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa.Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would youlike me to stick it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of theChristmas Tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-116606746660891123?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/116606746660891123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=116606746660891123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/116606746660891123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/116606746660891123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-story-for-people-having-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-116594493119827554</id><published>2006-12-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:35:31.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1942/1616/1600/491730/Kat-Xmas%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1942/1616/320/353398/Kat-Xmas%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-116594493119827554?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/116594493119827554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=116594493119827554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/116594493119827554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/116594493119827554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2006/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings!'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-113959809240209082</id><published>2006-02-10T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:01:32.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/1616/1600/kat%20-%20v-day%20-%202.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/1616/320/kat%20-%20v-day%20-%202.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this article....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Reach Out And Touch Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO IN NEWS&lt;br /&gt;A Sad and Tedious Ritual of Intolerance&lt;br /&gt;February 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Stat of the Week&lt;br /&gt;More (547)...Dateline Boise--BW news editor Nicholas Collias and I meet at a Basque watering hole to discuss story ideas; he's nice enough to buy me a beer, so I don't complain too much about stuff like paychecks and weather. That's when he drops a hot Idaho spud into my lap: "How'd you like to write an article about phone sex for our Valentine's Day issue?" I'm not sure he and I are quite at the stage in our relationship where we can glibly discuss the ins and outs of personal manipulation whilst sending digitized signals only God and the Department of Homeland Security knows where, but what the hell--he's renting my time and the beer's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the angle?" I ask. I have no idea where he's going with this; I only hope it doesn't involve a ride in the country, a dozen wee people, and the soundtrack to Miller's Crossing. If that is the case, however, I could be in for some serious therapy and copious amounts of prescription drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boise's the angle. I want you to talk to some people in town that do this for a living, see how they got into it--that sort of thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, no dwarves in fedoras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with three e-mails as contact information, I head into the dark, unspoken place of the Boise phone sex industry. Surely everything will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are no large signs to indicate where one might find out about phone sex in Boise. Perhaps I envision a sweltering warehouse with cinderblock walls and an octopus-tangle of telephone lines jockeying for position jammed through a hole near the ceiling through which one could spy dozens of be-robed, fuzzy-slippered, chain-smoking and slightly-mustachioed lonely housewives in the act of spewing forth words of indescribable naughtiness, proposing acts unseen since the age of Caligula, reciting credit card numbers to Samoans in three-piece white business suits. Perhaps I see desperate actresses, community theater rejects seeking the spotlight one last time with lonely audiences who can't see their expanding waistlines or varicose veins or the fact that they still refer to the script once in awhile. Perhaps I don't have a clue, and need to make contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my information in this caseleaves a bit to be desired. In this age of immediate communication, walkie-talkie telephones and illegal Blackberry devices, even e-mail has begun to feel like the snail mail of 10 years ago; the only bonus is that now, when a communique goes to the dead-letter office, we're treated to the following in our e-mail in-box: Delivery failure to ________@yahoo.com. Gave up after 19 hours, last error: recent slow open age=54 delay=189 399 TCP Read failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good lord," I think, "I'm lost in the wilderness, surrounded by satellites beaming hidden digital pornography directly to my brain, and I don't even have a map!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask my friend Sherry if she can help me out. Sherry owns the Discreet Secrets adult novelty stores in Boise, and she has had more than her fair share of customers pick up a pair of strawberry-flavored edible undies, double-ended stimulus devices and battery-operated quake-generators to go along with their double-latte from the Moxie Java around the corner. Every one of these customers has a story to tell, and the one Sherry hooks me up with goes by "Julie." Long story short: Julie lives in a community where--were her real name to get out--she'd wake up in a very lonely place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They wouldn't understand," Julie says over the phone, talking about her family. "For me it's just a job, but, well, you know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie's story goes like this: Having grown up in the Boise area and gone to school at the local football institution, she needed some "extra cash" to pay the bills. A few years ago, a friend of hers pointed her towards phone sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was awkward, yeah," she says about losing her telephone virginity, "but after awhile, it wasn't what you'd think. It wasn't blowing my mind with weird stuff or anything like that--just guys calling to get off. Most guys weren't very imaginative, so it'd be sorta like a game, with me trying to get them to talk about stuff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that coaxing is due to how Julie's paycheck was calculated: By adding the total minutes for the week with callers and dividing that number by the number of calls she took, Julie earned a weekly "hold time" average. If she took over 60 calls in a week and had an average of 10 minutes per call, she'd then make 40 cents per call; conversely, if Julie had less than 60 calls in a week and averaged less than six minutes per call, she'd make seven cents per minute and possibly lose her contract with her company. In short, the goal is to keep the caller on the line as long as possible. "I got pretty good at getting them to talk about their fantasies," says Julie. "The more they talked about it, and the more I reacted to it, the longer they'd stay in their 'happy place,' instead of me just telling them what I was wearing or what I was going to do to them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of the larger phone sex companies, there is no warehouse filled with cubicle after cubicle of lascivious, Kathleen Turner-voiced minxes: "We're called IC's [independent contractors]," she says of the company she worked for. "I know of five other girls in Boise that do this, but we're all over the country." Asked how many girls in Boise dish out adult chat for a living, Julie isn't sure, but guesses, "easily more than 100. I mean, if you can handle it, it's an easy job. We just call our service, log-in, and then work out of our living rooms, bedrooms, wherever the phone is." For those of you wondering if that grandma holding up the line at the green light is working as a "phone entertainer," relax: "You can't use cell phones because they have connection problems, and you can't even use cordless phones, because people pick them up on scanners." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping for phone sex on a scanner? How can that be? One answer is the price: with some telephone services charging up to a $40.00 minimum for their fetish chat, some people are more than willing to sneak in a little fantasy eavesdropping. Still, according to Julie, not all calls are swiped: "I was talking to a guy who must have been on a cordless or a cell or something," she recalls, "and then there's, like, this little kid talking to his grandmother on the line while I'm describing what I'm doing with my handcuffs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, it's a consumer's market, leading to big worldwide business; according to Juniper Research, sales of adult mobile services are seen as tripling between 2004 and 2009 to $2.1 billion. What this means for us is simple: more cell phone-flashed images of naked models in classrooms, boardrooms, and supermarket lines; more annoying ring tones in the movie theater (girlfriend calling? No problem: set her ring tone to your favorite Behind The Green Door scene), and more things to explain to the kids before sending them off to school in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  and this one as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's The Safest and Most Powerful Sex Toy for Valentine's Day? The Phone! &lt;br /&gt;    Vonage Canada survey finds long-distance lovers 'keep the fires burning' &lt;br /&gt;    with trust, regular communication and a hands-free phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MISSISSAUGA, ON, Feb. 8 /CNW/ - What should you do if your honey is far&lt;br /&gt;away and you're missing your Valentine's Day kiss? According to a survey by&lt;br /&gt;Internet phone company Vonage Canada and Decima Research, engage in regular&lt;br /&gt;'intimate' phone conversations, find imaginative and creative ways to keep the&lt;br /&gt;love alive, never interrupt a phone session with your loved one to answer an&lt;br /&gt;incoming call, and get a hands-free phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ooh! Aah! Wish You Were Here!&lt;br /&gt;    Canadians love to make love on the phone, and consider it an important&lt;br /&gt;part of a long-distance relationship, according to the survey. More than half&lt;br /&gt;of us (53 per cent) have engaged in 'phone sex' with a close friend or&lt;br /&gt;partner. And nearly half of us (43 per cent) consider 'phone sex' to be very&lt;br /&gt;important in a long-distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;    What constitutes a successful 'intimate telephone call'? Most people&lt;br /&gt;surveyed said 'imagination' (39 per cent), followed by 'receptiveness' and&lt;br /&gt;'creativity' (31% and 30% respectively). 'Vocalization' was the key for one&lt;br /&gt;quarter of respondents, and 20 per cent found a hands-free phone a 'must'!&lt;br /&gt;    "Loving and passionate relationships are about having a sound emotional,&lt;br /&gt;physical, intellectual, sexual and spiritual connection," says Clare Mezes, a&lt;br /&gt;Toronto-based registered couple and sex therapist with The Ontario Association&lt;br /&gt;of Marriage and Family Therapy and the Board of Examiners in Sexual Therapy&lt;br /&gt;and Counselling. "To help compensate for the absence of physical interaction,&lt;br /&gt;racy conversations, leaving sexy voicemail messages, sending cards with sexy&lt;br /&gt;notes and enjoying conversations about everyday life are all good ways to&lt;br /&gt;sustain a long distance relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ooh! Aah! Oops! My Mother Is On the Line!&lt;br /&gt;    Many Canadians intuitively know that interrupting an intimate phone&lt;br /&gt;conversation to take another call is the 'kiss of death' in a long distance&lt;br /&gt;relationship. Forty per cent of survey respondents would not put their loved&lt;br /&gt;one 'on hold'. Fifteen per cent of dutiful sons and daughters, however, would&lt;br /&gt;cool their jets if their call display indicated that their mother was on the&lt;br /&gt;line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Look On The Bright Side&lt;br /&gt;    No doubt, the worst part of a long-distance relationship on Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Day is not having your honey around. The survey found that more than half (58&lt;br /&gt;per cent) bemoaned a Valentine's Day with no face-to-face and lip-to-lip&lt;br /&gt;contact. A killer phone bill is no party either, and 12 per cent of&lt;br /&gt;respondents found high phone bills to be a drag on long distance&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;    On the bright side, the survey found some advantages of having long&lt;br /&gt;distance love versus an in-person intimate encounter. You don't have to get&lt;br /&gt;all dressed up for your date (mentioned by 32% of respondents); you can do&lt;br /&gt;other things while engaged in an intimate phone call (mentioned by 17 per cent&lt;br /&gt;of respondents); and you don't have to take any precautions (mentioned by 9%&lt;br /&gt;of respondents).&lt;br /&gt;    "Long-distance relationships have become unavoidable as more people&lt;br /&gt;relocate to attend post-secondary school and to take new jobs," said Patti&lt;br /&gt;Jordan, director of marketing and communications at Vonage Canada, one of the&lt;br /&gt;country's leading providers of Voice over IP (VoIP) and Internet phone&lt;br /&gt;service. "We're just happy to be able to do our part to help keep&lt;br /&gt;relationships healthy and happy without breaking the bank, but what people say&lt;br /&gt;and do during their conversations is really none of our business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Among the other findings:&lt;br /&gt;    -  More men than women (60 per cent vs. 55 per cent) thought the lack of&lt;br /&gt;       "face-to-face or lip-to-lip contact" was the most frustrating part of&lt;br /&gt;       a long-distance relationship on Valentine's Day. Quebecers rank "a&lt;br /&gt;       killer phone bill" ahead of "don't get to go out" as the worst part of&lt;br /&gt;       a Valentine's Day without their loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -  The survey found that nearly 40 per cent of Canadians would not&lt;br /&gt;       interrupt an intimate phone conversation for an incoming call. In&lt;br /&gt;       Alberta, more than 50 per cent said they would stay focused and ignore&lt;br /&gt;       the incoming call. Whose call would make them interrupt some steamy&lt;br /&gt;       talk? British Columbia appears to have the most dedicated work force.&lt;br /&gt;       Compared to other regions in Canada, more west coasters would&lt;br /&gt;       interrupt phone sex if the call display showed it was their boss. In&lt;br /&gt;       fact, more would answer their boss' call than their mother or best&lt;br /&gt;       friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -  More than three quarters of Canadians believe intimate phone calls are&lt;br /&gt;       "very" or "somewhat" important to a long-distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;       Atlantic Canadians are the most randy: 57 per cent said phone sex was&lt;br /&gt;       "very" important. Quebecers appear the most indifferent with only 34&lt;br /&gt;       per cent saying it was "very" important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -  When asked the biggest advantage of "phone sex" over physical sex, the&lt;br /&gt;       number one answer by Quebecers was "you can do other things at the&lt;br /&gt;       same time." Albertans ranked "you don't have to take precautions"&lt;br /&gt;       higher than any other region in Canada. Almost one in two homemakers&lt;br /&gt;       said phone sex's biggest advantage was "not having to get all dressed&lt;br /&gt;       up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-113959809240209082?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/113959809240209082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=113959809240209082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/113959809240209082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/113959809240209082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day....'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-113465469262792624</id><published>2005-12-15T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T05:51:32.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive Season Greetings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/1616/1600/kath%20x-mas%202.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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  &lt;br /&gt;  12 Days of a Phone Sex Christmas&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  On the First day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;A Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Second day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's &lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Third day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Fourth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's &lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Fifth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;FiveBlowUpDolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Sixth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Seventh day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Eighth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Eight Rock Hard Stiffies&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Ninth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Nine Strippers Stripping&lt;br /&gt;Eight Rock Hard Stiffies&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's &lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Tenth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me &lt;br /&gt;Ten Lesbians&lt;br /&gt;Nine Strippers Stripping&lt;br /&gt;Eight Rock Hard Stiffies&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Eleventh day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Eleven Virgins Fucking&lt;br /&gt;Ten Lesbians&lt;br /&gt;Nine Strippers Stripping&lt;br /&gt;Eight Rock Hard Stiffies&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Twelfth day of phone sex my hottie gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Twelve Hookers Hooking&lt;br /&gt;Eleven Virgins Fucking&lt;br /&gt;Ten Lesbians&lt;br /&gt;Nine Strippers Stripping&lt;br /&gt;Eight Rock Hard Stiffies&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Six She Males Dressing&lt;br /&gt;Five Blow Up Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;Four Cock Rings&lt;br /&gt;Three French Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Two huge black Dildo's&lt;br /&gt;And a Head Job that blew me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  .Merry Christmas from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;www.TheWorldofPhoneSex.com &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Copyright © 2004-2005 www.12DaysofaPhoneSexChristmas.com   All rights reserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is hosted by the World of Phone Sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-113408707967562763?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/113408707967562763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=113408707967562763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/113408707967562763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/113408707967562763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2005/12/twelve-days-of-phone-sex-christmas.html' title='Twelve Days of Phone Sex Christmas'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-113225364836514763</id><published>2005-11-17T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:54:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the Jazz Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/1616/1600/celpnklngcch044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/1616/320/celpnklngcch044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I recently had one of the most erotic experiences of my life; a fantasy fulfilled!   A group of friends and I went to a small jazz club in Toronto for dinner, drinks and live music.    The place was cozy, warm and the seating was almost cramped except for the fact that I was sitting thigh to thigh with a very hot guy.    I didn't mind being pushed up against this sexy boy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were both keeping time to the music, watching as some crazy couple who were feeling the music and the booze got up and danced in between the tables.   The waiters became part of the dance, holding their trays up high and weaving in and out of the dancers.   I felt his hand move from his knee to mine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The people in the club were all watching the drunken couple careening in between the tables, awaiting the inevitable disaster.     My new friend and I had not exchanged a word.   I turned his way and met his eyes and smiled.    His hand continued to move up my thigh and across to my inner leg.   No one was paying attention to us at all and our activities went unnoticed under the tablecloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I fascilitated his touches by spreading my legs apart and allowing him to come in contact with my dripping panties.    I opened his pants and pulled out his cock and gently but firmly squeezed him into a state of readiness.    Not wanting to pass up on such an opportunity I dropped my napkin under the table and while I was down retrieving it I gave him the best (and for sure the fastest) blow job ever.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During the course of the evening I went to the ladies room and removed my panties.   When I returned to the table I handed the wet lingerie to him, dropped my napkin under the table and smiled at him once again.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We both ended up having two orgasms, he went home with my panties and we still had never spoken a word!    I have been masturbating three to four times a day since then.    Great time to call; I just can't get enough at the moment.   I'm so horny and I'd love to share some of this heat I'm feeling ......  866-309-4803&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899031-113225364836514763?l=kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/feeds/113225364836514763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899031&amp;postID=113225364836514763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/113225364836514763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899031/posts/default/113225364836514763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleenmorgan.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-at-jazz-club.html' title='A night at the Jazz Club'/><author><name>Kaptivating Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08919484107769835419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899031.post-113051895963494719</id><published>2005-10-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:02:39.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween.....</title><content type='html'>Halloween Phone Sex ???  - Can it get any stranger? For some humorous adult Halloween fun visit  &lt;a href="http://www.halloweenphonesex.com/"&gt;www.HalloweenPhoneSex.com&lt;/a&gt;  They have a collection of Adult Halloween humor such as their "&lt;a href="http://www.worldofphonesex.com/phone-sex-halloween/Top10List.htm"&gt;Halloween's Top Ten List&lt;/a&gt;" with list such as "Top Ten Reason Halloween Makes your Horny" - "Why Halloween is better than Sex" - "Top 10 Halloween things that sound dirty but aren't". 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