I like thinking of myself as a phone sex princess. Heck, I even put a bit of a literal spin on the thing as I have long had a thing for kings and queens and that sort of thing. I used to identify with Queen Katherine Howard because I am so horny I might have snuck out to see Thomas Culpepper and got both our heads to rolling as a result! I also identified with Anne Boleyn because she was the great temptress and I have always enjoyed the power a woman can have over a man by teasing him and letting him know he must go the extra mile to get what he most lusts after. Sometimes I liked to imagine I was a youthful Queen Elizabeth I and having it off with Thomas Seymour and Robert Dudley and some nameless others. Yes, I know she was the “Virgin Queen” but I could imagine getting it off without busting the hymen. Everyone knows there are a lot of ways to have a good time without taking a chance on getting pregnant. Then there was Catherine the Great of Russia who had to have her garments made extra loose at certain parts of the year because she was unmarried but about to have a baby. I love the idea of ruling a country and having a group of lovers at my disposal.
In the era of Diana and Stephanie and Fergie, it is even easier to imagine being royal and enjoying a full and active sex life. When I was younger, fantasies about being powerful and royal starting mixing with my sex fantasies. I imagined having underlings at my royal beck and call, both male and female, and them addressing me as “Princess” or “Your Majesty.” Is it any wonder I consider myself a phone sex princess? Is it any wonder I get royally (pun intended) turned on when someone tells me I am like a princess and calls me “Your Majesty”? So, your horny folks, call Trixi, your phone sex princess and expect to let ‘er rip the royal way!