It’s another hot day! So hot that I’m already beginning to perspire and it’s barely 10:30 in the morning. I put on my orange string bikini and a sarong before heading down stairs to the kitchen. The cool tile floor feels good beneath my feet as I crack some ice cubes into a tall glass. I fill the glass full of lemonade and add a splash of raspberry flavored vodka (my drink of choice when starting a day of leisure) and head out back to enjoy a lazy day in my lounge chair.

I drag the chair over to the side yard under one of the fruit tree canopies so that I’m out of the line of sight from any neighbors and out of the direct sun. I pull free the ties to my bikini and lie down to read a celebrity tabloid magazine for a while before I fall asleep. I wake to the sound of the mower starting in my front yard. Startled, I sit up in a panic before remembering that the new neighbor had proposed a barter that I couldn’t turn down.

He offered to mow the lawn in exchange for my sharing all the ripened fruit around here with him. This suited me just fine as I hate picking up all the spoiled fruit that drops onto the lawn. Knowing I have a while before he gets around to the back side of the house where I am, I lie back down and succumb to a few tantalizing fantasies.

He’s new to the neighborhood and hot. He’s older than me by a good bit as well, which is just what I like. The few times I’ve seen him, I’ve felt mad sexual chemistry raging between us.

My hand slides down to my eager pussy and I gently begin to run my fingers over my clit in soft, circular motion. I imagine him spotting me back here in my birthday suit with beads of perspiration adorning my heated body. I visualize him walking away from the mower, longing to slide his long fingers inside my dewy pussy. The very notion of it makes my nipples tingle and tighten up. That’s when I hear the mower turn off and the gate on the other side of the house open.

I’ve got about thirty seconds to get my suit on, and that’s pushing it. Leave it off and be bold or scramble and look flustered are my choices. “Be bold,” I decide silently and try to act cavalier as I watch him come around the back of the house. He doesn’t pause or even look surprised that I’m naked. He just puts on a lazy smile and asks for a cold drink while his eyes roam my golden body.

“Sure thing, I respond with a puzzled grin.” I grab a towel and wrap it around me for the trek around the house. I can feel his eyes burning right through me as I walk away. I wonder if he’ll follow as I calmly resolve to not look back towards him. I’m dripping wet now from the heat of his gaze and the fantasies that are still stirring within me. I close the sliding door behind me as I step into the coolness of the kitchen. I reach for a glass, fill it with ice and quickly, with a naughty giggle, I decide to dip my finger into my velvety pussy and rub it around the rim of the glass before filling it with lemonade.

I head back out to give him his drink with a slight smirk on my face. I wonder if he can smell my arousal. I’m pretty certain he can. His eyes widen as he takes a big gulp of lemonade. I bite my bottom lip a little and start twisting my hair. He downs the rest of it all at once and then draws in a deep breath through his nose. I begin to tremble knowing that he must be able to smell my desire!

“More,” he commands as he hands me the empty glass.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply as I square my shoulders. I swear he just inhaled on a barely audible gasp. I wink and turn away and head back into the kitchen. He’s definitely reacting. I push two fingers inside of myself, swirling them around over and over. It helps to relieve the ache a little but doesn’t alleviate it completely. I lick my fingers as another naughty idea comes to mind. Opening the freezer, I grab some more ice cubes. Carefully inserting each one into my swollen pussy beforehand, I then drop them into his glass and pour the lemonade. I liberally coat the rim with more of my sweet juices as well. Then I remind myself to be bold before I loosen the tuck on my towel, letting it to fall open just enough to reveal a glimpse of my sun-kissed flesh.

I find him just outside the door on the patio. I’m almost certain that he watched what I just did. The ice rattles as I carry his glass out to him and suddenly I’m nervous! I lick my lips and look up at him; I can feel myself blush a little as I hand him his drink. He waits until I look up before he licks the rim and then takes a huge swig, ensuring he gets an ice cube into his mouth. My mouth goes dry and my knees go weak. I watch as he sets the glass down and steps into me. Unerringly his hand moves to my now dripping wet pussy and two of his fingers slip right inside causing me to moan out longingly. My head rolls back and my eyes close as he wraps his other arm around me. I feel his lips at my neck and he tauntingly chuckles as I whimper.

“You have an interesting way of garnishing lemonade, Ashlee.” He then grinds the heel of his large hand against my clit. His fingers pump hard and fast deeper and deeper into me as his teeth sink into my shoulder. I quiver and wrap my arms around his neck clinging to him for support. I feel him lift and carry me over to the sliding glass door. He presses my ass firmly against the smooth glass while I clutch my legs tightly around him, his fingers never stop. His other arm slides from my back to caress my breasts. He’s gentle at first but then he pinches hard and I almost cum right then!

I break free from his hold and march back into the house. “I’m going to make him give it to me on my terms!” I pull a stool over to support my body as I jockey for position against the cool counter top. There I am flaunting my gorgeous ass when he opens the door with frenzied desire. I arch my ass high into the air and quip, “You may fuck me now!”

He pulls his dick out and grabs my hips with all his might, pulls me back hard, and plunges his rigid cock straight into my slick pussy. Aching for the release that was so close just a minute ago, I can’t hold back any longer! A whine escapes my mouth as I slam back against his hard cock and ascend into a mind-blowing orgasm. He crashes into me with one last thrust and fills me just as I reached my peak of pleasure. We both start to shudder as we cum together gloriously.

I look over my shoulder and breathlessly utter to him, “I told you that I would share all the ripe fruit I have.”

He catches his breath and smiles “Well, you certainly are ripe, sweet and so damn delicious!”

“I’m sorry,” you say to me as soon as you hear my voice on the other end of the line.

I liked hearing this. While I assure you that it’s not necessary, it is appreciated. We had a wonderful time together getting to know one another and hearing each other moan as we both came to climax. The most intimate, most trusting moments are when we’re alone, holding each other, as naked and uninhibited as the days we were born. Being with me is like a vacation in Heaven, making hanging up with me to feel like Monday morning on your first day back in the office.

Unlike most vacations, however, you don’t need to schedule it months in advance. So you didn’t. You texted me the next morning to tell me how wonderful I made you feel and how you couldn’t wait for me to climb on top of you again and ride your cock into ecstasy. Later on when 5 p.m. struck, you texted me again to say that you were on your way home and couldn’t wait to be with me again. “I’d love that babe.” I reply. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet, but I miss you too.” We made love again that evening, and once more just before you went to sleep.

Within a few days’ time, we were in each other’s ears again several more times. My voice was invading your mind, pressing erotic buttons and igniting the engine in your balls until I summoned a beautiful load out of them. While the ejaculation signified the winding down of our tryst, I was by no means leaving your thoughts any time soon. After several calls, however, the feeling of regret slowly started to creep in. Perhaps it was that you felt you were being disloyal to the woman you call “wife” or “girlfriend “ or maybe you spent a little bit more money than you had hoped. It’s a temporary emotion that does not come from your own values, rather those that society has placed upon you. It will pass. It always does.

I write this blog entry to tell you two things. The first is that I understand what you are going through. Once upon a time I knew what it was like to be with a man that didn’t deserve me. In the beginning he was good to me, even after I spoiled him by dressing up in different sexy outfits and fucking him 3 times a day. But after a while, he began to take me for granted. I stayed with him for a short while after that, hoping that the good times would return. They did once in a while but the moments were fleeting. I wizened up and dumped the bastard. He grew fat developing tear-drop man-tits that he probably wants suckled the way I allow you to nurse on mine. I moved on, developed this fabulous website, and found you. Thank God for that! I didn’t let my commitment to him live beyond the death of his commitment to me. That’s why I don’t hesitate to massage your cock through your pants until your clothing feels like a prison. Every time I liberate it and wrap my fingers around it, I relive my own feeling of freedom. Your cock is my own personal symbol of how far I’ve come (no pun intended). Thank you for handing it over to me, literally and figuratively.

The second reason I’m writing this blog entry is to tell you that I forgive you. I know that being with me is the ultimate reward and that I am the only female on the planet that makes you cum as easily as I do. I have ruined you for all other women. “No man calls only once” is both a tag line and a warning. Do not call me unless you’re willing to submit to putting me first. This is not an order. This is an inevitability for you. Being with me is playing with the fire of addiction. I know this, and would be lying if I said I don’t embrace the opportunity to addict you. I want you to love loving me. Even if you take a little break from calling me, I will always forgive you when you are ready to lose the battle against will power and dial me once again.

Please heed this next warning carefully: there’s nothing you could ever say or do that will ever result in me not welcoming you back with open arms, ready to make love to you again. I say this because if I were to rebuff your apology, we both lose out. I will never make leaving me possible, because getting you off gets me off.

We both know that you can only live without me for so long!

Because quitting me is impossible…

I’ve always embraced my life as openly and freely as I possibly can. I am a creative, passionate, empowered woman who happens to relish the hell out of creating happy endings! I glean a tremendous amount of gratification in assuring that you feel comfortable, safe and desired. It is then that I’m able to guide you into an open state of mind and a heightened sense of sexual awareness. At that point the possibilities between us are boundless. I do not just promise you “the voice” (although it is pretty damn spectacular!), I offer you the slow ascent into an erotic and unworldly realm of sexual bliss.

For me, phone sex often transcends mere sexual satisfaction. Knowing that I’m able to share with you the pleasure and release that phone sex brings truly rocks my mind and body to the very core. It is extremely rewarding for me to give to you, even for a short amount of time, the acceptance that you need and deserve.

I recognize that some men may prefer phony, standard fantasy, and the internet is littered with inferior blow and go fulfillers, if that’s what you seek. However, my gut tells me that if you have made it to my blog page, you prefer the crème de la crème of cock talk.

With me, as me, you get the ultimate erotic reality- a beautifully imperfect (okay, nearly perfect), unabashedly real woman who loves exploring sex and fantasy in all its glory. Ultimately, however, I revel in bringing what may start out as a fantasy to fruition. My reward comes when I hear your voice on the other end of the line for the second time! It’s an honor and a thrill to know that I’m the chosen one!

Because I know you are dying to ask…No, I don’t just “fake it” all the time. Why would I? I have a healthy libido, lots of toys in my arsenal, and a vivid imagination. Let me put it this way: how long can you talk about sex without becoming aroused? Besides, it takes just as much (if not more) physical, mental, and vocal effort to fake an orgasm as it does to actually have one! What human being in their right mind, when faced with the choice, would pick not climaxing over climaxing?

I have always been a sensual, sexual entity. My mother was very open and honest with me about love and sex. I never questioned my sexual nature or desires, so talking to you about sex, role-playing and breathing life into fantasy all come very naturally to me. I discovered early on that I get excited and aroused by things that many other people would find threatening or unfathomable.

Though I have developed quite a penchant for being a sensually assertive girlfriend, I see the value in most fetishes. I am a woman of many moods and impulses. It all boils down to not placing hard limits on sex. Sometimes I want to tease and or be teased for hours. Sometimes I want to be tempted or even coerced, and sometimes (many times, actually) I want to be the seductress. Sometimes I just want to cuddle up and make sweet love. In the world of fantasy, good and bad are what we make them, so the only real limits to what we can enjoy during each of our intimate trysts is our imaginations.

I choose to think of myself as an aural courtesan rather than a phone sex operator! No offense to the “pso’s” of the world, but that term seems quite impersonal and clinical to me, and my brand of very personalized phone sex is anything but. I choose my clientele carefully, because I insist on enjoying my work. I want to actually like the people I speak with so that I can indulge in pleasure right along with you.

I answer the phone in my own home. I do not work in some call center or cubicle. Sometimes I’m in my bedroom, sprawled out on the couch in the living room, outside on the patio, or relaxing in a hot bath. Regardless of location or time, please take comfort in knowing that I only accept calls when I want to and have the privacy to really get into it with you!

As for my life outside of our calls…I’m a very happy and contented person. I have family nearby whom I love very much, fur-babies that are sweet as the day is long, a circle of amazing friends and a couple of other side gigs that I double-dip in. I love keeping busy and you will often find me burning the midnight oil taking calls. So if you can’t sleep, pick up the phone and call me. There is nothing better than a great orgasm just before bed (well, me taming your morning wood is actually pretty sweet too)!

I believe that if you enjoy your line of so called “work” that you will excel at it. I’m confident that I, indeed, excel at what I do. I provide a level of quality and service that is beyond rare in this industry.

Your search for the crème de la crème of cock talk is finally over!

We have done countless calls together and exchanged multiple emails but, of course, never met in person. You have asked me numerous times to put the notion of seeing one another in the flesh in my back pocket and until now, I’ve always playfully done so.

You’re going to be headed west for a work conference and profess to me that you are dying to see the woman who has gotten you off so gloriously all these years! I’ve never wavered on my stance regarding meeting a caller and you are well aware of this.

You continue to plead and since pleading is not a good look on a man (or anyone for that matter), I eventually cave and agree to make an exception for you. I lay down a couple of basic rules. Rule one: I will be choosing a public place for our meeting. Rule two: under no circumstances will I fuck you.

You are elated and assure me that we can just grab a coffee and then we can split. No touching, no sex and no expectations.

The café I choose has a nice airy vibe and I know it to be relatively quiet in the late afternoon. I decided to wear a fitted white dress that clung perfectly to my firm, round ass. I completed my ensemble with a blazer and a sexy pair of heels.

I arrived first and shortly thereafter, you appeared.

“Hi, Ash,” you say, trying to not to gawk at me.

“Hello,” I replied.

You desperately push back the urge to run your fingers through my silky-smooth hair that is cascading down past my shoulders. You had the look of a man who was thinking “cool is the name of the game and desperados are a turn-off”.
“Look Ash,” you start the conversation. “I know that I can’t fuck you. I can, however, fuck you with my words. And you can fuck me back with yours. Let’s talk about anything and everything sexual. If you are having fun, we go on. If not, we finish our drinks in silence and get the fuck outta here a.s.a.p. Works for you?”

I’m a bit taken aback and offer a capricious smile. And thus our sexual conversation over my iced tea and your latte begins…

You: What’s your favorite erotic book?

Me: The Sexual Life of Catherine M. Have you read it?

You: No. What is it about?

Me: It’s the memoir of Catherine Millet, a French art critic — an unapologetic depiction of her outrageous sexual exploits. She loved group sex and would fuck countless men in one night. It has a staggering number of descriptions of cocks in all their rigid glory! I identify with how shameless she is.

You: Wow!

Me: What’s yours?

You: The Celestial Bed by Irving Wallace.

Me: Hmm…how come?

You: I find the concept of therapeutic sexual surrogates intriguing. I fantasize about myself as a surrogate who helps women sexually. My lifetime goal is to pleasure women.

Me: Interesting. Okay what’s your favorite hot movie?

You: Body Double.

I raise an eyebrow.

You: Hardcore porn looks so mechanical after a while. I’m a lover of lingering subtle sexuality. The part that really gets me hot is when Jake Scully sees Gloria Revelle trying on new panties in the store’s dressing room. Then how he picks up her discarded panties and what he does with them!
Me: Do you like to watch people fucking?
You: I confess I do have voyeuristic tendencies. I wouldn’t mind watching you in action!

Me: (smiling) Yes, I’m sure you would!

You: Which non-sexual parts of your body do you like to have touched the most?

Me: The nape of my neck, the small of my back, my inner thighs, my belly, the inside of my ankles. God, I could go on and on! My body is a minefield of erogenous zones.

You: Groan.

Me: Innocently, what?

You: How I wish I could get blown by those mines! I like to think of myself as an expert in arousing all of those zones.

Me: (Eye roll) Bad luck! I guess we’ll never know (batting my lashes).

You: What color are your underwear?

Me: I don’t wear undergarments when I’m poured into a dress like this. Panty lines are less than enchanting (hardy sexy either)!

You: Do you like your pussy bald, trimmed or au naturel?

Me: My pussy is a work of art and I maintain it as such. I just recently had a Brazilian so there’s only a thin landing strip adorning my velvety fruit cage presently.

You: Holy fuck! How many times have you cum during one sex encounter?

Me: When I am going off, I lose count! Rolling orgasms are divine.

You: Groan! If you had to choose between an older guy, a hot Latino, a white dude that is built and a black guy with a huge cock, who would you choose?

Me: If that’s a fucking hypothetical question, why should I choose just one?

You: Just close your eyes for a minute and think of the most erotic encounter of your life. I want to see the expression on your face.

Me: I close my eyes and pull my dress down to expose my right breast. My hand moves under the table. I intentionally drop my napkin and as you bend to pick it up for me, you see my fingers working my wet pussy. I open my eyes and ask, do you like the view?

You: Let’s just say my cock is hitting the table top.

We continue to tease one another by engaging in our own special brand of verbal sex banter, (just as we so often do when we are on the phone together).
I start twisting my hair in an attempt to maintain sexual composure. After a while my body begins to tense as I quietly allow the moans of ecstasy to escape my lips. I squirm in my chair while my flesh becomes flooded with chills. I take one final deep breath as my legs clench and my rolling orgasms ensue right there, in public, sitting across a small bistro table from you!

You then shift positions so that the head of your dick is butting against the metal rod on the underside of table top. You press your cock harder on the rod, looking directly at my face. You then grab onto the edges of the tablecloth and soon I feel the mammoth burst of your warm, thick cream running down my legs!

As you regain your breath, you manage to say, “Ashlee, thank you. I will never forget this coffee date.”

“You’re very welcome, babe. I loved our sex laden coffee date.

Allow me to gift you with one last visual to remember me by. I reached down and brought a dollop of your cum to my mouth. I then slowly ran it across my moist lips before sucking my fingers dry.

You appeared absolutely gob smacked as I leaned into you and said, “The next time you’re in town, I’d love to cum here again”.

I just smiled and sauntered away.

When you hear the word “seduction”, what comes to mind? I’m willing to bet it’s sex. Am I right? I find it interesting that so many people associate seduction with sex. In my opinion, true seduction is the opposite of sex.

With sex, desire is met. Seduction is not about the culmination or gratification of desire; it is in fact, about the thrill of the desire itself. It is the game that is played as the desire intensifies and comes closer, and closer, and closer and being able to maintain that tension of wanting for a long, long time.

It’s when you can cut the sexual chemistry with a knife, feeling it surge through you with every breath you take. It’s the anticipation of what’s to come and remembering how fucking good I made you feel the last time we were intimate (if you’ve never been under my spell, you don’t know what you’re missing).

In essence my brand of seduction is about making you want me so badly that your cock throbs, your balls ache, and you can no longer think straight. I possess the ability to seduce a man I’ve never kissed, and I can seduce a man I’ve known for years just as easily. My powers of seduction are not relegated to a hot body, a certain look or even my voice (as extradentary as it is). Seduction is an inherent attribute that I was born with. Seduction is not sex. It is the prelude to foreplay.

I’ve always said that seduction is not about coercing you into doing something you don’t want to do. It’s about enabling you to do everything you’ve always dreamed of doing, and being the one woman you desperately long to do it with!

What is my brand of seduction doing to your cock right now?

Listen to your cock, babe. It’s time to call.

I am writing today with your addiction in mind. I know we like to use that word, partially because it sounds good, and especially because it feels true. “Addiction” is a powerful word. It means that you are dependent on something and must have your fix.

I know that you’re addicted, and I know that we’ve toyed with this concept, but I don’t think you quite realize how strong my hold over you really is. I don’t think of myself as a craving like nicotine or a fatal narcotic like opioids.

I’m more like food to an obese person. You can stop smoking cigarettes if you really want to. But you cannot stop eating food. You need to have it or your stomach violently protests.

You try to cut back on calling me (Pfft). But try as you may, all the other substitutions do not satiate your hunger. Only I can do that! You cannot stop calling me. It’s simply not an option. Why would you want to? I’ve got what you need.

I surmise that you just want to have more control over your feelings for me. You can pursue this all you want. However, I suggest you save yourself the agony and stop trying to kid yourself.

I set the terms for your lust fulfillment. You cannot quit me and attempting to do so will only bring about disappointment and misery.

End the charade – I promise it will feel good.