Hi There, Twitter-ers! I’m @ms_bbwliz

Thanks for clicking on my Twitter profile. Before we go any further, I have to say this:

I’ll bet you clicked on my profile because you’re either curious about my life as a Phonesex Operator and BBW Goddess…or because you want to hear me talk dirty to you.

If you’re interested in talking to me, feel free to explore the rest of my site, and if you’re new to NiteFlirt, take advantage of my free 3 minutes offer. If you’re here for a peek into the world of weird fetish phonesex…keep on reading, sugarplum.

Who I Am

I’m 36 years old, and have been working as a phone sex operator since I was nineteen. I’m married, the mom of a teenager, and work from home full-time slinging dirty talk in the back bedroom/office. I’m a Scorpio, a toppy bi-butch in a femme body, polyamorous, an occasional swinger, a lifestyle BDSM player, agnostic former pagan, and proud to proclaim myself a D&D playing-SciFi-obsessed-movie-and-film geek.

What I Do

I talk dirty to men on the phone for money. I am a modern-day geisha, an erotic storyteller, Scheherazade spinning 1001 filthy fantasies down a phone line. When a caller rings my bell, I perform a one-woman erotic improv show — with only my voice and imagination. I have to be a quick thinker and expert fetish interpreter, listening for my caller’s cues (both verbal and non-verbal, monitoring his arousal via voice cadence and breathing) and staying two or three steps ahead of his fantasy, anticipating the twists and turns of his desire.

My specialty is fetish, specifically in the areas of BBW kinks (think “more cushion for the pushin”), Femdom and BDSM, and the really, really weird stuff.

I mean REALLY weird. In the course of a work shift I might go from talking to a guy who lusts for big women, to one who lusts for BIG women: like giantesses who are 50 feet tall. After that I might spend an entire call sitting on a man’s face and farting while I laugh, talk to a few sissies who want a ride on my strap-on, tease some cuckolds, and transform myself into a cum-stealing succubus before I hang up my headset for the night.

But I’m more than just a pretty face and a filthy mouth. My husband shoots my pics and video and I edit them. I do all the graphics, writing, coding, and promotion for my sites as well. In the past I did adult website design work, but due to arthritis and chronic pain, I now limit my design work to my own sites.

Why I Love My Work

I honestly can’t think of a job I would enjoy more. I get to stay home with my family, take calls in my underwear, be creative every time the phone rings, mold and build with pixels and code when I work on my sites, play dress-up and strut my diva stuff for the camera, and make my dear, perverted “gentleman callers” very very happy. I also have chronic pain issues that make staying home much more comfortable than trucking to an office every day.

For many of my clients, I may be the only person they’ve ever confessed their desires to; they may have a fantasy that just isn’t possible in real life, like giantesses or body inflation; they may be married to a partner who has expressed distaste for their fetish — for whatever reason, my callers have found that phonesex is one of the easiest and safest ways of living out fantasies that they are otherwise denied.

To be able to give these men, who happen to have a kink that society disapproves of or looks down on — to be able to give these men a slice of fantasy wrapped up in a sexy voice and a dirty mind is a joy to me. The altruistic rush of helping someone else cum (and cum hard) is a perk of the job that still hasn’t lost its shine after all these years.

My Weirdest Calls

The first thing anyone usually asks me, once they find out I’m a phonesex operator, is “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever talked about?” Here, in no particular order, are some of my weirdest (and almost always most fun) calls I’ve ever gotten.

• For a few years, I had a regular caller who escalated his desires throughout our “relationship.” By our final call, he had worked his way up to needing me to get bigger by overeating, and for me to get orgasmically turned on by the mere mention of food; when I got bigger, I got hornier, so I would begin to transform into a sort of sexual werewolf with long nails and teeth and a gutteral growl; when I started to transform, it would make me crave a cigarette; smoking a cigarette would make my belly inflate, which made me fart; farting would make me even hornier still, and I would start to lactate.

To sum up, I roleplayed as a massive fat woman who orgasmed at the mention of a cheeseburger, howled like a werewolf, smoked cigarettes, and had a huge inflated belly that made me fart while I sprayed breastmilk around the room. Beat that.

• Another caller was into vore, and requested the following custom video clip from me (it was never filmed due to “budgetary constraints”): I was to be dressed very elegantly in a full evening gown with matching satin opera gloves. While so impeccably dressed, I was to eat a whole roasted rabbit with my hands, savagely tearing flesh from the bones and letting the grease splatter on my gown. (I completely ruled out his original request, however, which was that I not only eat the rabbit but be filmed slaughtering and preparing it myself.) Once finished, I was to smoke a cigarette (a Marlboro Medium, specifically) and talk to the camera as if it was the bunny I had just eaten and tell it how I had made its flesh part of my own, forever. It was never filmed due to my requirement that the client purchase the soon-to-be-completely-ruined gown and gloves for me.

• A different vore caller wanted to roleplay as Hansel to my Wicked Witch, so I fattened him up into a butterball and cooked him in my huge oven.

• One of my favorite roleplay callers has a kink for dickgirls, and the character I play for him is an older, extremely wealthy and powerful white woman with a long, fat, uncut black dick. My adventures as the Rich Bitch include lots of bleached-blonde biker bitch street whores getting fucked by my big black dick in truckstop bathrooms and in the back seats of limos.

• Here’s one that isn’t weird to me at all but that seems to stump every vanilla person who hears about it: BBW facesitting. I swear, my ass is more popular than the Beatles — to a certain segment of the Fat Admirer population, that is. Some nights on the phone are a real Ass-O-Rama, with every caller wanting to be crushed, squished, and queened by all 250 pounds of my gorgeous ass. You know all the jokes about fat women crushing their partners during cunnilingus? That scenario is a wet dream for a facesitting fan.

• I also have a few clients who are excited by scenarios that most people wouldn’t consider sexual. One of my humiliation callers never wants to actually be sexually humiliated, he’s much more turned on by social humiliation.

He casts me as the big, brassy, bitchy and overbearing female boss to his lowly employee, and I gleefully visit upon him all manner of social torment: making him carry a sign out in front of the shop dressed as a German milk-maid complete with big poofy dress and blonde pigtail braids, making him rub my smelly sweaty feet in front of co-workers and customers, making him give free carwashes out in front of the shop in a tight pink girls’ tee shirt and daisy duke cutoff jeans, and on and on.

Another one of his favorite roleplays involves me roleplaying as two female characters: a bitchy fat white trash Texas-accented housewife, and a poor Mexican maid. Same sort of humiliation, but usually focusing on the maid having to rub her employer’s feet or kiss her pasty white ass, literally. He is enthralled with my ability to switch instantly from character voice to character voice — I’m having a little less fun, since I’m basically doing a two-character variety show all by myself, making it up as I go along. I ought to have been on Whose Line Is it Anyway.