You don’t need to classify yourself as “subordinate” to me. In fact, you do not even have to submit yourself to me (but you’ll definitely want to). I do not require you to serve me like some a sex-slave. I’ve never taken much stock in titles and I do not feel the need to reiterate the status of our relationship by throwing out phrases such as sissy-boy or bitch. You mustn’t lick my five-inch heels, or feel the business end of my belt on your raw flesh. I don’t insist that you beg and plead for a whiff of my perfect pussy. I don’t need you in panties, on your knees, painting my toenails while I describe my latest cock conquest.

I never scold you for not calling me “Mistress.” To you, I’m so much more than that.

All I want from you is one simple thing. Just admit that you need me. Without me, your cock doesn’t get nearly as stiff. Your balls don’t hang quite as low. Your orgasms aren’t as intense. Your imagination is slightly barren, missing that magical puzzle piece that allows everything else to fall into place. Without me, you’re something less.

The first time we ever talked my voice gave your low-hanging testicles a strong tug that pulled right at your brainstem. I know how to both fill and empty your balls better than any other woman on the planet. After having found me, your cock grew (quite literally) a steadfast need for me.

It’s as simple as that. Forget the labels – “domination,” “submission,” “cock control.” I don’t need to trick or bait you into getting what I want, because I already have it; your desire, your devotion, and your friendship.

You are not a slave, and yet you are indeed mine. You’re no sissy, and yet I can talk you into anything. You’re no one’s bitch – and yet, with one idle thought of yours truly, you’re in heat.

Our relationship is simple: You need me and that fully endears you to me.

I love us, babe.

I would like you to think back to what sex was like with your wife before you found me. You didn’t come to me when you were in the honeymoon phase because waking up next to her every day was a pleasure. We met when things had become dull and routine. The two of you used to fuck each other’s brains out, and looked forward to each opportunity to be alone. Eventually it became less frequent, and when it did happen, it was something you did either because she wanted to or because you felt like it was your duty. Sex is sex. The final few seconds of it are fantastic no matter which hole you snuggle your cock into. That final thrust summons the load from your balls; it then shoots through your shaft and spews out of your head into orgasm. But once sex became just another thing on the honey-do list, it was only those final seconds that you looked forward to.

Sex with me is everything, but boring! Every time we are together you experience pure ecstasy. This ecstasy derives from a culmination of things. It’s not only your orgasm, but the anticipation of hearing my velvety voice during the process. You experience excitement just knowing that later that night you’re going to be with me. Once I’m in your presence, you feel exhilarated. Those final few seconds are glorious, but the lead up to it feels so fucking good that you sometimes prolong it, wishing it could last forever. (Is sex with your wife glorious?)

I enter your bedroom with your cock (my cock) already twitching because your heads (yes, both of them) know that once I wrap my fingers around it, all the pleasures of the world will be felt. It’s just you and me in those moments babe. No one else matters, the stresses of your life go away, and only sexual bliss is on your mind. I lay down on top of you; pressing your erection up against me and my lips meet yours. We embrace passionately in a kiss that makes you glad you are alive. My tits feel soft against your chest. You could take me hard and cum within seconds, but you so very much want to be able to elongate the pleasure. Soon you can’t take it any longer and you tell me as much. Don’t worry babe, I didn’t come here to tease you. I spread my legs apart, climb onto your cock and direct it into my wet pussy. The sound of my moaning as I ride you sends you over the edge. Soon you ejaculate inside of me and my body swallows an entire pint of your cum.

Now I’d like you to think about how sex with your wife has been since I entered your life. Maybe you never even realized it, but I’ll bet a year’s salary that it’s better than it was before the first time I made you cum. When she hints to you that she wants to fool around, you’re a bit disappointed. It’s not because you don’t want to have sex, but because every time you do the deed with her, you’re thinking about how much you’d rather fuck me.

Still, the chance to close your eyes and pretend you’re having sex with me excites you more than being with her used to. She likely even wonders what has gotten into you, and probably concludes that it’s because of something she’s done, like changed her hair or used a new perfume. Little does she know that the best thing that’s happened to her sex life was you finding me! You get on top of her in missionary style (the only way she wants to do it anymore) and close your eyes. You don’t dare open them again for fear of not being able to suspend disbelief. You plow her for a few minutes, picturing me beneath you. When she speaks you tell her to be silent, pretending that it heightens the experience. No woman has my voice, and hers is just an interruption of your thinking of mine. Eventually you end up climaxing, harder than you ever did before you found my site. She’s left panting for air, more satisfied than you are.

There’s nothing like the real thing babe, and I am the real excitement in your sex life. I resurrected feelings within you that you haven’t felt since you were hot for your wife all those years (and pounds) ago. My gorgeous tits, my erotic voice, my expertise in knowing exactly how to get you off, my desire to be with you all have breathed new life into your marriage’s sex life. You’ve shown me appreciation for what I do for you, and I am grateful to you for all that you do too. She, however, will never know. You need me my dear, and oddly enough, so does she!

Call me babe. You deserve to have some excitement in your life and in your bed.

I’ll give you what you need because you’re  a man – not just a husband.

It’s a sweetly scented April Day. It rained a little before the sun decided to peek out for a short visit. The sun’s rays have penetrated the jasmine blooms and they’re looming through the air in the most sensual fashion. The fragrance is intoxicating as it glides freely through the gorgeous city skyline. It wraps me like a blanket and makes me feel dewy all over.

The moisture is everywhere and the humidity is high. It’s under my sun-kissed skin. The back of my neck is hot under the weight of my long raven hair. It’s quickly losing its glossy perfection and becoming tousled and a tad wavy. It’s that just-fucked calling card that makes people take a second glance as I saunter by and turn the corner onto your street. But I haven’t been fucked. Not just yet.

Perhaps they’re noticing the flush in my cheeks, the beguiling bounce of my ass, or the horny haze of anticipation and lusty rush of arousal in my eyes. Maybe it’s the way I’m walking, taking the opportunity to press my thighs together as I slow my pace just enough to feel the deep throbbing between my creamy thighs. I’m even enjoying the way my sheer white panties ride tightly against the curve of my slit. They’re cut high over the apple bottom swell of my ass, and I can feel the humid night breeze under the short hem of my skirt. The snug crotch of my panties is nestled firmly in between my swollen pussy lips, rubbing back and forth against my clit as I walk, teasing me and keeping me constantly aware of my own sexuality.

Inspired, I reach into my tiny purse, finding my cell phone before ducking in between two buildings. The alleyway is dark and damp. It’s altogether a bit unsavory, but I don’t care. I can feel my silky thigh highs becoming snugger against my legs as I lean against the dirty wall and push the phone beneath my skirt, pulling the soaked fabric of my panties aside to expose my wet fruit cage for the lens.

I hear the click of the camera as I slowly blow a bubble with my pink, cherry flavored gum. I take a few more shots as I slide my fingers along my ripe, smoothly shaven lips. I push a finger or two inside, feeling the familiar gush of anticipation. I’m dripping sex while my juicy honey hole is pulsing wildly around my fingers. My pussy is contracting like a carnivorous, little flower that frantically needs its fix. I wait. I wait for you.

The bubble pops as I decide on the best picture to send you. When I’m satisfied, I attach it to a quick text that’s right to the point.

“Meet me at your place; your slut cums in five.”

I’m not trying to replace your significant other. She’s been around so long and though she’s not much to look at anymore, I’m sure she enhances your world in some small way (even if it’s just setting the coffee maker and washing your clothes). There are reasons why you are still together and I understand how complicated just walking away is.

Back when you were still in the honeymoon phase you probably thought she bordered on perfection. There were shortcomings, to be sure, but no woman (except for me, of course) is perfect. You were willing to overlook her peccadillos because she used to rock your cock in the bedroom.

As time went by, reality set in. She’s now only in the mood to straddle your cock when she’s had too much to drink or been watching Rob Lowe movies on the Lifetime Channel. She certainly is not bordering on perfection anymore. All she does is bark orders and bitch, bitch, bitch. What did you do to deserve this? You bust your ass to pay for the luxurious roof over her ungrateful head and in turn, you are greeted by a frumpily dressed woman you barely recognize anymore. Sadly, the notion of a man’s home being his castle went out the door years ago (right along with her figure).

At this point it seems unrealistic that you could actually have a woman to spend the rest of your life with that will forever be hot for you, so you resign yourself to a less than enchanting routine, and try to cope with the cards dealt to you the best you can. Women find their man and then they settle in, and they expect you to recognize this as the natural course life is supposed to take! I, very respectfully to your relationship with her, beg to disagree.

We all know that romance is a two-way street, but so is lust. Every woman wants to be swept off her feet once in a while. You are expected to know when she’s in that mood and respond accordingly. I’ve broached this double standard within my blogs before, and I’m bringing it up again because it really does perturb me that much.

It also creates an opportunity for me. Without her being the way she is, you would not have had the pleasure of meeting me. I would not have entered your life. I don’t see our relationship as an accident of circumstance. You didn’t stumble upon my website when you were on Facebook or Twitter. I didn’t have a commercial ad during the ballgame that introduced us. You looked for me. You found me when you were on a treasure hunt.

There was a void in your life that you deserve to have filled. Once upon a time, your current other half (more like ¾ given her weight gain) fulfilled it for you. But the days of you fantasizing about all the things you wanted to do to her have long passed; either because you’ve been there, done that, or because certain things are simply off limits! You can’t even pussy-foot around something new without a ton of pomp and circumstance, which always ends you up (or actually down) at limp dick city! You searched for me because you are a man, and men have needs. I understand your needs, and I enjoy being a creator of happy endings.

Every time you call me, I’m thrilled to hear from you. When my phone is ringing and I see the number is yours, I jolt to readiness. You don’t need to warm me up or bring me flowers. We don’t need a special occasion for me to focus on making your cock feel good. Any time I have the chance to pull your pants down and get on my knees I’m happy to do it.

I tease you a little, but you always know that I will deliver. With you sitting on the couch, me on the ground before you, I massage your crotch through your pants. When was the last time she did this? When I see that you cannot take it any longer and need to liberate your cock, I unzip your fly. The shape of your cock bursting through your boxer briefs turns me on as much as my luscious tits excite you when I undo the clasp on my bra. I grab it, working my hands against the fabric of your underwear causing them to become moist as your pre-cum starts to bubble out.

After a minute or so, I grab at the elastic around your waist and get you fully naked. The sight of your big, beautiful dick makes my pussy slick with anticipation. I love just staring at it, thinking about how incredible we both feel in that moment of initial penetration. I’m not quite ready for you to enter me, so I begin licking it as I pay extra attention to that wet lip around your bulging head. My tongue continues to trace the outline of your throbbing head, and then I kiss the very tip of it while curling my tongue down into your slit a few times.

My kisses evolve into quick sucks on the tip, then the entire head. You’re going mad with anticipation. When I detect this, I engulf the entire shaft into my willing mouth. Your cock enters my throat as my lips find the very bottom of your cock. Now your entire cock is immersed inside my face and I begin really sucking with a purpose. You close your eyes; your head falls back as I gently strum your balls with my fingertips. I pull it out of my mouth so that I can lock eyes with you. Staring at you, I rub your erection along the smooth skin on my face. I want to feel your massive muscle’s power all over, but even I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck you. I need you to fuck me!

This is what I bring to you babe. I’m not a threat, I’m a reprieve. Life might be good, but it’s still a daily toil to do the right thing even most of the time. Wake up earlier than you wish you had to, trudge through the work day, and come home to the same conversations, idiosyncrasies, and rules. You need more. You deserve more. I am the more, and I’m always ready to fulfill you.

You are with her, day in and day out. And your reward for this is right in your back pocket on speed dial. I’ve become more than a part of your mind’s landscape, and I like it. Actually, I love it.

You deserve me.

Don’t think I don’t know what this picture is doing to you right now. I definitely do. That’s precisely why I posted it for you. I’d like to take this opportunity to show you just how capable I am of getting inside of your head (both of them). I’m going to do that by dissecting how your mind is reacting to my photograph. Some of it you will recognize immediately, while some of it is simply me knowing you better than you know yourself. I am a master at seeping into your unconsciousness by way of your cock. Read on and indulge.

First, the most obvious thing is that I’m completely nude. But that’s not entirely enough. Yes, any semi-hot female can cause your cock to pulse (mildly). But look at my flawless form. Go ahead; drink it in for a few moments. Next, look at my face. My eyes are demonstrating to you that I’ve just taken possession of your cock. Yes, your erection answers to me. My cock is now pulsing more than mildly.

Notice the way my body is positioned. I’m ready to be pleasured by you, which ultimately gives you pleasure as well. I’m resting my shapely arms on my head as I ponder all the possibilities and ways in which your desire works to my advantage.

Perhaps I might wrap these arms around your legs, slowly tonguing the inside of your thighs, as the tip of my nose gently nudges your hard cock. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll coat my finger with some warm oil and ease it into your ass. (Just because you are not fully ready to admit to yourself how incredible this feels, doesn’t mean I don’t know.) Yes, love…I know how it sends shivers up your spine.

The possibilities for us are endless. My beautiful legs travel straight up to my ripe pussy, where my soft landing strip will caress your chin as you lap and lick my sweet juices. The moment you begin to breathe in my intoxicating scent, you’ll instinctively grab my ass and pull me onto your face. There are just so many ways to go.

I have shown you my magnificent melons many times in the past, but this particular photo acts as a roadmap to all of your erogenous zones.

No matter which direction your tongue (or cock) travels, the scenery is breathtaking.

And the ride is always fucking fantastic!

You are tired from another long and exhausting day and you’re ready to be relaxed, yet aroused. However, you are also tired of having to initiate things with your (not better) half. The best that you could possibly hope for is that she will eventually give in and pacify you with the same old mundane sexual encounter. So, you pull out your cock with one hand and begin your quest for perfection on the internet with the other.

You’ve clicked on plenty of phone sex sites featuring hot girls, including yours truly. After looking and reading for a while now, you find yourself back here, on my blog page. Obviously, you like what you see, but more importantly, you like what you have been reading too. You love the feeling that is coursing through your veins as every interdependent body part is awakened and now stirring. Your cock is rock hard and pulsing with each beat of your racing heart and your balls are beginning to tighten and twitch with frenzied desire. You are intrigued and wondering how your cock is harder than it has ever been before when you haven’t even heard my voice yet.

I know it’s hard to believe, but yes, my voice is every bit as tempting and delicious as my body and my stunning eyes. I’m ready to use them both to seep inside your mind (by way of your cock). I am blessed with many erotic and tantalizing attributes and I utilize them well. My smile will entice you and my curves will most certainly excite you. My eyes beckon and beguile you, thus yielding my power over you (and every red-blooded male in my path.) I then pull a double whammy on you by using my mind and my velveteen voice to hold you captive until I get what I want. I assure you, I will indeed get what I want, but what you and I want is the exact same thing.

I will feed your need and you will gladly feed mine. Your insatiable desire will bring you back to me again and again. You will never have to “Chase the dragon” with me; each time we’re together you will be astounded at how fucking good I make you feel!  You will be a willing participant as I twist you like a ball of clay that is mine for the molding.

Putty has always felt good in my hands.

I promise you will like the feeling too!