Holy crap, I’m so glad February is over and winter is winding down. March is a winter month, but it also includes the official beginning of spring. This month will be cold, but it will also provide a few warmer days to feature some shorts and tight t-shirts just to remind you of what’s to come.

Spring is about when the first signs of growth on branches can be detected, more people going outside, baseball season getting underway, and of course, it’s when hot girls like me show off their legs and proudly wear their tits. I also have a few traditions of my own. When I look at old pictures, I can always tell what time of the year the photo was taken just by looking at my clothing, hair style, and hair color.

Right around the same age that I starting really becoming interested in boys, I started playing with hair colors and makeup. I love being able to completely change my look with a new shade of lipstick or hair color. It’s always thrilling to witness a man’s reaction to any new look that I decide to embody. This particular photo was from last year in mid-March. I’m dying to know if you think I’m just as hot or even hotter as a strawberry-blonde.

Come Spring, when that first really warm day strikes, my girlfriends and I always like to plan a girl’s trip. We toss a tent and a bunch of sleeping bags in my bestie’s SUV and head out to camp in the woods. We know the warmth will be short lived so we always make the most of it. By nighttime it’s cold, but we cuddle up by a fire and drink apple cider and Fireball to compensate. This year, however, I had some other thoughts on what to do. What if I went camping with you instead?

I imagine you calling me every morning that your weather app says its reached 60 degrees. “Nope, babe,” I tell you. “60 during the day means 30 at night. Not quite yet, babe.” Then, after about a week of it being 50-55, the sun decides to come up early and 75 is screaming off the rooftops.

I’m sitting at my kitchen table eating breakfast when the phone rings. “Yes, babe!” I answer. “Come and get me.” You pull up in your car. Before you can even put it in park, I come dashing out the front door. I’m wearing a flimsy dress that would be helpless against the breeze. I throw my bag in your backseat and situate myself next to you. “Let’s rock and roll, babe.” So many thoughts flood your mind.

Once we get on the highway, I pull up the seat dividers and cuddle up next to you. “Keep both eyes on the road, babe. I’ll do the rest.” I haven’t even touched your crotch, but I can see your cock stiffening. I plant wet kisses along your neck and suck on your ear lobe a little. Now that you’re fully erect, I gently squeeze the head of your cock through your shorts. You get fidgety and take a couple of deep breaths, attempting to maintain your composure. When you close your eyes and let out a moan, I get a little nervous. “Okay, babe… let’s just take a break until we get there. I need you to concentrate on driving.” Your foot slams on the gas at the thought of having to wait.

Finally, we arrive at the secluded campground in the woods. I start to pull items out of the car when I feel your hands on my hips from behind me. You start kissing the back of my neck as you pull my dress up and my panties down. You press your erection between my ass cheeks and say to me, “I need to be inside of you, Ashlee.”

I turn around to face you, place my index finger on your lips, and look you in the eyes and say, “I need to feel you inside of me, too.” With that, we kiss passionately. I can feel your hand running up and down my backside until you urgently, bordering on violently, pick me up and back me up against a huge tree. Next, you lower me to the ground.

I get on all fours and instantly feel the bottom of my dress being lifted from my body. Then I feel you bury your entire face into my ass, as you clench my silky panties with your teeth and rip them from my body. I’m soaking wet in anticipation of what you’re going to do to me next. You eat my pussy and ass for what seems like hours, as I lunge back to meet your frenzied mouth over and over again.

Your hard cock finds its way to my swollen pussy and plunges right in. We let out simultaneous moans as you give me that first thrust of initial penetration. God, I love the way your dick feels when it’s shoved deep inside of me and you’re powered by intimate rage.

Your next thrust is harder and by the third pierce of your cock, I can hear you panting. By the fourth crash of your hips, you let out a yell that could wake the dead as your hands dig deeply into my hips. You hold me there captive to receive your long awaited load. You fiercely explode into me which sends me reeling into my own orgasmic bliss.

We collapse to the ground and we lie there, taking in the aftershocks of our primal passion for each other.

With breathless pleasure, I utter…

“Let’s consummate spring like this every year, baby.”

It’s Friday, late afternoon, almost evening. You’re still in the office (the only one in the office) because you work harder than those around you. You’re not in the best of moods because you realize you will have to either stay until 10 pm or take work home with you to do over the weekend. Your wife is going to be out with her girlfriends, leaving you an empty house to come home to. You decide to head home.

As soon as you walk in the door, you remember your wife told you that you’d need to fend for yourself for dinner. She didn’t leave anything easy for you to heat up. Your choices are between cooking something yourself, going back out and picking up take-out, or ordering from a delivery service. You’re tired, you’re achy, and your neck feels stiff. Pizza delivery it is. You make a call. And then you wait.

And you wait. And you wait. You wonder what in the heck is taking a pizzeria that is only 2.4 miles away so long to make and bring you just a simple pepperoni pizza. You call the restaurant. After being put on hold, the dippy teenager on the other end tells you that they’re making it now and it should be there soon. Your frustration grows. After 20 more minutes, you get a call from the manager apologizing for the delay but assuring you that they are making it as he speaks. You bark at him for the situation and then hang up.

Not even 5 minutes later, the phone rings again. You don’t look at the number before answering, “What?”

“Excuse me?” you hear me say.

“Holy shit, Ashlee. Your velvety voice is the most beautiful sound on the planet. You can’t know how good it feels to hear you right now.” You go on to tell me about your frustrations at work, the long hours, and the shit-show that’s happening with the pizza. I listen attentively, uttering sympathetic bits of encouragement as you get everything off of your chest.

“Babe, you need a nice, hard fuck.” You immediately realize the value in what I’ve just said and your shock and silence tells me that you couldn’t agree more. I go on to tell you that “You need to have your balls emptied above anything else right now. I’m on my way over.”

You open the door with a scowl on your face as you thought you’d be met with the floundering delivery doofus. Your expression quickly changes to delight when you see me. I enter, pin you against the wall and begin to make out with you. You can feel the stress leaving your body. The blood flows from all places to your erection when you feel my hand pawing at your crotch through your pants. Within seconds, your bulge is causing your pants to become tighter. “Take your clothes off for me, baby. There’s no reason we shouldn’t be naked right now.”

We make our way to your bedroom. I’ve barely spread my legs before you’re on top of me, reaching with your fingers to find my clit. After just a few seconds of playing with it, I let out a moan. It’s enough to ignite your balls into overdrive. You plunge straight into my pussy with your engorged cock, driving it deep into me. Your eyes close, your head arches back, and you grab my hips to pull yourself further into my tightness.

I know that you love me, babe. I also know that you’d do anything for me. But at this very moment, it’s about you and fulfilling your primal needs as a man. “Fuck me hard, lover. I want that rigid cock slamming into me, balls deep! I want to feel your cock pulsating inside of me until all of that cum that’s festering in your tight balls explodes from them, shoots out through your cock, and sprays up inside of me.”

Moments later, you collapse on the bed next to me. I’m left panting for air and your cum is still trickling out of my full pussy. As we lay there motionless, you open up one eye and softly say, “Thank you, Ash.”

“It’s my pleasure, baby. I’ll always cum to your rescue!”

You’ve shown me over time that there is nothing that I’ve ever wanted that you’ll say no to. Part of that is because I turn you on to the point that you’ve only ever experienced in your wettest of dreams. No other female in your life has ever made you ache with lust just by knowing how hot she is for you. Our synchronization is undeniable and extremely powerful.

But another reason that you’ve never declined me is because I’ve never really asked for much. Feeling safe with me is why you’ve been willing to drop your guard. Please know that is not lost on me. I appreciate the trust you’ve placed in me. I’ve worked hard to earn it and I would never jeopardize that.

I admittedly want to know how far you’ll go for me. It’s not really about us, rather it’s more about me. When I was a teenager, I learned about the power I held over men (all men, not just boys my age). It was intoxicating and I have to admit that I was quite the little tease. I used to make guys do things for me, not because I desperately wanted a new outfit or because I wanted to own the jewelry that I asked one guy to steal from his girlfriend for me. It was a power trip and 17 year-old Ashlee needed to know how mighty her powers of persuasion were.

Fast forward to my early 30’s, and there’s still a part of me wanting to put men to the test. I’m more mature now, and it’s no longer about shock value. I suppose that I just want to know that men worship my tits as much as they did when they were still in the process of growing bigger.

I think about us lying in bed, enjoying the afterglow from an amazing episode of sex. When I made you cum, it shot out of you like a missile taking flight! “Did you like the way my cock looked as I blasted all over your tits?” you ask me. “Of course, I did. I love the way your cock looks any time it’s hard for me! However, I’d like to know if you liked the way your cock looked, baby?”

You answer an emphatic, “Yes!” You felt powerful in this moment. I stroke your forehead, wiping off a bead of sweat with my index finger. I kiss your lips gently and then rub my nose against yours. “Good. A big impressively erect cock is a beautiful thing. Every time I see it, I just want it in me.” You can’t help but smile. I ask if there’s anything that you would deny me. You answer my question correctly. “I’m glad to hear that, babe, because there’s something that I want you to do for me.”

My fingers are a little cold, but not so cold that you stop me from wrapping them around your cock. “I want you to indulge me a little by allowing me to talk about you, perhaps, one day having a cock enter your mouth for me.”

You didn’t see this coming and the thought of this startles you a bit. “What’s the matter, babe?”  You are bordering on speechlessness, so I continue. “I’m not saying that I want to turn you out and offer up your asshole to the highest bidder. I just like the idea that you would permit a cock to pass through your lips because it’s something that I want. Will you at least consider it for me, love?” You agree to think about it and let me elaborate on it some more.

“I envision the two of us in bed, getting ready to make love. You’re on your back with me straddling you. I ask you to close your eyes and turn your face sideways. I plant a big, wet kiss on your lips and then pull away.”

“It’s time,” I whisper. Your eyes are still closed and I’m kissing your neck; suddenly, you feel a strong hand cradle the back of your head. “Open up,” I whisper. A few seconds later, the head of an erect cock is resting on your tongue. “Close your mouth and wrap those willing lips around it and form a seal. We’ll do the rest.”

For the next few minutes, a cock is in your mouth. You’re being such a good boy for me. I see that you’re working your jaw and sucking muscles to make it even hotter. I tell our friend to pull out even though he hasn’t cum yet.

“Keep your eyes closed, babe.” You feel his hard cock lay down on your face. It’s still wet from being inside your mouth.

I kiss your neck and whisper in your ear, “That’s enough for today, baby. I’m very pleased with you.”

“Thank you for opening up to the possibilities to cum.”

Several years ago, only a few days after Valentine’s Day, I was hanging out at my girlfriend’s apartment. We were just listening to music, sipping wine and engaging in girl talk. She was going on and on about how wonderful her fiancé was. She told me that he took her to a fancy Italian restaurant that they couldn’t really afford and how he went down on her when they got home.

She has him wrapped around her finger. Actually, it’s more like her fingers are wrapped around his hard cock. He’s incredibly sweet to her and when I saw a huge heart-shaped vase brimming with red roses on display in the middle her coffee table, I assumed they were from him. I was wrong…

The later it got in the night, however, the more we drank. She went from tipsy to just flat out drunk, at which point the words began to pour from her mouth. She divulged to me that the flowers were from another man. Not just any other man, apparently, she’s having an affair with a married man.

When she spoke of the rush that she feels when she’s with him, I could clearly tell by the gleam in her eye and the excitement in her voice that he was the one who drives her lust. She went on to dramatize the evening that she spent in his arms, slowly playing with his erect cock until she decided it was time to reward him with a dose of her ecstasy. Hearing this made me think of my time with you.

Valentine’s Day is about being with the one woman on this earth that you want the most. After the expensive Valentine’s dinner with the fiancé, followed by being dined on for dessert, my girlfriend met up with her other lover and made love to the one she really wanted to spend that special night with.

When you think of me, and then you think of all the other females in your life, which one do you wish to be with the most?

We both know the answer to that.

I’ll be here naked and dripping with desire because I know that you’ll need to be fucked properly after going through the laborious motions with her.

Because tonight, I’m the one you really want!

Being snowed in, elevators, waiting in crowded lines. What do all these things have in common? Call it claustrophobia, cabin fever or whatever you like; but, in the end, it all boils down to the same thing: feeling trapped.

There’s another kind of claustrophobia, however, that no one likes to talk about. It’s not an immediate feeling, like an elevator door closing. It creeps, it builds, and it sneaks up on you so slowly that you don’t even realize how closed in you’ve become until it’s too late.

Your present relationship probably started off like most. Your lustful thoughts and the anticipation of putting your dick inside of her for the first time were pulsing through your veins and controlling your every thought. You constantly fantasized about fucking her brains out and imagined watching her suck your cock so feverishly that her jaws were sore the next day. The first few months were incredible, weren’t they? You could hardly keep your hands off of each other. Back then, her libido was just as insatiable as yours.

And then you took the plunge and fully committed. Why wouldn’t you? You found someone who not only complemented your personality, but satisfied your sexual needs as well. You found the best of both worlds. As time went on though, that slowly changed, didn’t it? The frequency died down and you tried telling yourself life was just too hectic. Then the spontaneity spark fizzled out and you told yourself she’s just tired.

Before you knew it, you were down to nothing more than quickies on your birthday and special occasions. Your sex life is now virtually non-existent, and to make matters worse you know getting caught watching any kind of porn would only lead to one of “those” fights.

What happened? Where did that mischievous little nymph you committed to go? When and how did your sex life become so unimportant to her?

Now here you are and even the embers between the two of you have died out. The possibility of a chance encounter is chanceless. You lie awake at night and feel the walls closing in. Things may have changed some since you met her, but you still have the same desires you’ve always had. You still get horny and crave release just as badly, but see no way out of this virtual celibacy box that you have been put into.

Well, you can relax, baby. Take a deep breath and embrace me because I am your way out. I’m ready to help you escape that box she’s been keeping you in for so long. I hold the key to your next great orgasm. I will give you the genuine dose of female attention that she’s deprived you of. I will edify you and never let you forget that you are a man first and foremost. I actually welcome your arousal and I don’t have a honey-do list that you have to complete before entertaining the notion of fucking you! My desire burns just as hot as your own, if not hotter.

With me, you can live out every one of your desires without the fear of rejection or the feeling of being indebted. Our pleasure exchange is limitless and always discreet, so she never has to know. She might think she has you put away and pining for the slightest touch from her, but little will she know that your every need is being fulfilled spectacularly by yours truly.

I’m your light at the end of the commitment tunnel and I’m ready to turn you on in ways you know she would protest and scoff at.

Do you want to feed my hungry mouth? Would you like to pump me from behind? Or maybe you want me to take the reins and ride you straight into ecstasy?

Whatever your pleasure, you can rest assured that you’ve found the dream-fuck you’ve been craving.

It’s time to escape her box and enter mine.

I stand on the wooden porch of our cozy little rental cabin and look out over the majestic scenery. You see me give a slight shiver and come out to wrap a thick woven blanket around us and hold me tightly.

“This really was a good idea,” I say as I snuggle up close to you. An icy wind picks up around us and even amidst the smell of the pine trees and freshly fallen snow, you catch my scent, so soft and feminine, and suddenly feel a stirring of arousal. Not wanting to interrupt this special moment, you say nothing and let your thoughts linger on the possibilities to come.

We eventually make our way inside our mountain retreat and I curl up on a bed of plush blankets near the fire you so expertly built for us. The heat begins to thaw the chill that the cold wind has left on me and I close my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling.

I feel you sit down next to me and gingerly brush the remaining snowflakes from my hair. I feel almost as though this trip has caused me to see you in a new light. While I’ve known your passionate and sometimes welcomingly rough side, this has been my first real glimpse of a whole other side to you. A gentle softness in the way you touch me, a caring side in the way you bring me coffee before I even have to ask for it.

I smile and you can see into me just by the way I’m looking at you. Slowly you lean towards me and kiss me with a tenderness that feels new. We’ve kissed so many times before, and yet the way you begin to languidly explore my mouth with yours makes it feel like it’s almost the first time.

I purr with pleasure, shifting my position to look towards you and lean my body against yours. I can feel your bulging erection pressing against my thigh, but you continue, slowly sliding one arm around my waist and pulling me even tighter against you.

You lean me back and I feel your weight upon me. Your slow and deliberate kisses begin making their way down my neck. You tenderly lift my top from me and pull the cups of my bra down to continue your trail. I feel your tongue play against me expertly as it always does and as you reach my nipple you slowly trace it meticulously in every way imaginable. Arching my back, I feel my desire reaching heightened levels. The need to feel you inside of me is nearly overwhelming.

Unexpectedly, you tell me that you’ll be right back. I assume you’re going to the restroom when you promptly return holding a pair of my thigh high stockings. You undress and lean down to remove my jeans and panties. Then you very carefully slip my silken thigh highs onto my feet and wiggle them up slowly onto my legs.

The initiative you took by thinking to pack my thigh highs for our getaway took me aback and literally set my loins ablaze with desire. Seeing your cock react to touching and playfully teasing me is causing me to nearly writhe from the primal need I’m now feeling.

“Please,” I beg, surprising even myself as I’m not accustomed to begging for anything.

You give me a sly smirk and begin kissing your way down my stomach, continuing right where you left off before undressing. As you reach my smooth, soft mound, you slide your tongue sensually around my swollen clit and feel me arch again. You continue taking your time even though you sense that I’m beyond ready. You lick my wet pussy lips over and over, lapping my juices as they drip into your wanting mouth.

Knowing me as you do, you can see that I’m on the verge of climaxing from your torturous titillations. Bringing your mouth up to meet mine again, I taste my sweetness on your tongue as I feel what I desperately crave pulsing against me. You begin to slowly push your erection inside of me and I feel the world nearly fall out from beneath me.

My eyes roll back in my head and everything melts away except for the feel of you inside me, your hands caressing my body, and the heat of the roaring fire against my bare skin. The combination is almost more than I can take and I feel on the edge of orgasm with every thrust you gently rock me with.

I stroke my hand through your hair as we kiss and pull away just enough to whisper to you “Release me…”

With that, you bury yourself balls deep within me. Your brace yourself with one hand firmly on the floor and lunge your hard cock into me hard and fast. Only a thrust or two later, you feel me begin to quiver and bear down around your thick cock. You let go inside of me, giving over to an orgasm so strong that you think you may pass out.

As the last bit of your hot load trickles out, we lay there with our bodies pressed together by the fireplace. We are spent and the waves of pleasure are still gloriously lingering. You rest your head on my chest and say…

“God, Ashlee, you really have a way of igniting the fire down below!”