It’s been 4 dates with the girl you met on that online dating site. You like her. She definitely seems to like you. You want her to be your girlfriend, but you’re not sure if it’s too soon to mention this to her. Things are going so well that if you just relax and let it play out, you’ll likely be a couple soon anyway. You just have to be patient sweetheart. I know that’s easier said than done. Even though you realize that there’s a real risk of pushing her away, it seems equally feasible that her eyes would light up at the mere notion. In this scenario, she’d throw her arms around you, utterly beam with elation, lock eyes with you and blurt out “Yes”. You even indulge in pondering for a moment (and only for a moment) to ask yourself if this is foreshadowing.

But you can’t call her and ask her to be your girlfriend and live happily ever after. You can’t take that chance. You begin to grow a bit afraid of yourself. You’re nervous that you’ll talk yourself into it all being okay and pull the trigger. There’s nothing that seems to distract you from thinking about her, which inevitably leads you down the path of action, when it’s inaction you need right now. Nothing, that is, except me. I am the ultimate distraction. You like her a lot. You’re ready to pour out your heart to her. I’m not in search of your heart. I’m on the hunt for your cock.

She and I are not competitors. She does it for you. I do it to you. When you’re with her, as excited as she makes you, you have to be on your game. You strive to look your best in front of her. With me, you lay back, relax, and plug into Ashlee. You don’t need to be in performance mode for me. Eventually she might jerk you off as you lay back and enjoy it, yet I promise you that it will still take way more energy on your part than when it’s your hand stroking your own cock with me in your ear, invading your mind. Is there any chance she’ll be as good at hand jobs as I am at phone sex? Of course not! However, you’re not asking her to provide you the very pinnacle in lust fulfillment. She has her place, and it may be a big place. But I have mine as well.

Back to your need for a distraction (sorry, I guess I got distracted). If you plug into me for a call (or two) tonight, you know as well as I do that she will not be front and center of your mind. Within minutes I’ll be rocking that cock. I invite you to tell me about her. I won’t be jealous babe. I actually embrace the opportunity to coach you along and advise you on how to close the deal. I’m guessing you might have a female friend, a literal girl-friend, who can provide you with decent advice on dating. I’m sure she knows how women are wired and can even wake you up to mistakes you might make without her advice. But will you talk about your insecurities with her the way you will with me? There’s nothing a man can’t share with a woman he lays naked in bed with. Because being close does not have to be about what you read in fairy tales. Our relationship is living proof of that.

Call me love.  Let’s shed our clothes and get into bed together.

And by all means, let’s talk about her (or me, if you insist).

This is a story I think that every man can appreciate. I say that because having gotten to know you, I’ve learned a few things. I know that every man that lays eyes on me wants to sleep with me. I’ve known that since my early teen years. After I developed breasts, I found that even my girlfriends’ fathers and older brothers would take long glances at me and their faces always lit up when I entered the room. At first it was a bit intimidating. When I caught my own uncle checking out one of my girlfriends in high school, I realized that they were not being creepy; it’s just that males have an involuntary need to take in beauty and hotness.

I can’t fault a dog for barking at a squirrel or a smoker from wanting to light up a cigarette. It’s in their nature. The same goes for men. It’s in your nature to get excited about a hot piece of ass that saunters by. How a man deals with that excitement, however, is what separates gentlemen from the obnoxious types. A long time ago, I concluded it was okay for men to look at me, even longer than most girls will tolerate. It’s the price I pay for being cat-call hot. I can’t dress to impress and then expect only the guys I’m interested in to notice. It’s all or nothing. I choose all.

With the onset of spring (officially yesterday), and the weather warming up, flesh comes out. Girls all over put their legs on display. Tits are the ultimate tease because in order for a man to really take them in, he has to be obvious about it. A quick glance is rarely ever enough with flawless breasts like mine. Legs, on the other hand, are another story. You can walk behind me and stare to your heart’s content. When I wear a short, flimsy dress, just a slight gust of wind is enough to blow open a view that turns excitement into an erection. That’s what happened to me this week.

I went to my local cafe for lunch this week. During the middle of the week, there are only so many people around. That’s part of why I enjoy going out there. I can wear what I want to and only have a few guys who cross the line into making a fool of themselves. During the weekend everyone is about, so I find myself being a bit more conservative when I’m just running errands or bip-bopping around. This day in particular though, I wore a little mini skirt that barely covered my ass. Most of the people who work at my favorite spot are female, so I’m more likely to get treated with resentment than hard stares.

When I made my way into the cafe there was a man there that had no manners. He stared and stared, despite my making eye contact with him that said “Stop”. I decided to ignore him. After about an hour he came up to me, put a note on my table and left. I picked it up and read the following in blue ink, “I just needed to tell you that I and my cock won’t be able to think about anything but you for a very long time”. It was at that point that I realized that I need to put jeans on or else this kind of attention was going to follow me the rest of the day.

Shortly after the note, I left to go home. I took the long way because it was such a beautiful day, the first in a long while. There was a construction site on the way. I had passed by it numerous times, each time seeing that the workers were inside the worksite, too busy to take notice of the passersby. It was just my luck, however, that I was happening by just as they were on their lunch break. I eyeballed about a 20 yard distance that I’d have to walk during which I’d be in full view. As I approached, still a bit away, the men started to gather near the fence that separated me from the site. I kept going, figuring they’d gawk, but also hopeful they’d be respectful enough to not say anything. I was wrong. “Holy fucking shit; this girl is the shit!” one of them yelled. With the opening volley thrown out, the rest felt licensed to join in. “Girl, your tits are looking fine today!”

At first I pretended to ignore them, but I was unable to maintain a straight face. The irritation I must’ve shown only egged them on more. “Damn baby, if you let me bend you over, I’ll give you everything I have.” That caught my attention. I decided to tease him a little. I walked towards the fence, stopping about 2 feet away. “What else do you want to do to me?”

All of them suddenly went silent. I don’t think they were ready to be confronted. If my attention was enough to stun them, I wanted to do even more. “Sir, I can think of more than one thing that I could do to you that would make you want to give me all your money.” Two of them grabbed their crotches. The cat-caller’s eyes bulged wider than his crotch. I continued, “What would you do if I got on my knees right now and asked you to put your cock through this fence for me to suck it? Would you take it out right now?”

The others started goading him. He couldn’t move. There was more banter and yelling, but I was fixated on this one man and the spell that I put him under. What I have learned from you is that when a man falls in lust with a girl, it’s not enough to massage his cock. He wants more than anything to put it in me. Short of that, he wants—no, needs—to be able to express himself out loud. It’s like yelling when you’re angry; you have to let it out. Telling me how hot I am, how much he wants to bend me over, spread my lips and thrust his massive erection into me is not a choice. It’s a frantic need for release. A release as powerful as the cum building up inside his balls. He needs for me to know. Thank you for teaching me that. I am grateful for it.

I want to reward you for your enlightenment, and give you the chance to tell me how hearing my voice leaves you no choice but tell me how much you need me. Call me babe. Because that construction site cat-caller can’t be the man only man who I pleasure today.

I welcome the cat-call of the wild when it’s coming from you.

After I made Sean cum over the phone, he was actually really sweet to me. He could tell I was excited about my first sexual experience. Maybe it’s because he wanted to do it again at some point, or because he wanted to do more things with me (and to me), or maybe, just maybe he actually cared about me. Regardless, he was sweet and nurturing, and told me that he felt close to me because of what we had just done together. That’s what allowed me to fall asleep so soon after we hung up.

The next day, when I woke up, it amazed me how easily I had taken control of the situation with Sean. I knew that he was completely mesmerized by my voice and I realized that something had changed deep inside of me. I had a developing body that even older guys couldn’t resist staring at, but from what I’d heard, a lot of hot girls didn’t know how to get a guy, much less take ownership of one. This story is about how I came to realize that I could tap into my sexual powers at will, and fill any man with uncontrollable desire.

This was right around the time when cell phones were becoming ubiquitous, but text messaging was still for the truly technologically savvy. I wanted to get Sean off again, but I couldn’t just summon him over to me. Instead, I bicycled over to Foot Locker where he worked and I waltzed into the store. When I found him, I whispered “You want to talk me on the phone again, don’t you? Before he could answer, I said, “we can play on the phone again, or actually even do the things you want me to do to you, but I need you to do something for me.” He nervously asked, “Whaaaaaaat do you want me to do, Ashlee?”

“How about you take me and my girlfriends to the Aerosmith concert next week—you pay for the tickets and drive us.” He was a bit stunned, but he was trying to maintain his composure. This was his first time seeing me in person and he was taken aback by my visually arresting looks, and the ultimatum I had just given him!

“That’s quite a lot. Those tickets are not cheap and it’s not like I’m rolling in the money with what I’m getting paid here. I’ll do that if you promise we can get together,” he replied.

I agreed, but I told him my parents would be home, so we’d have to do it at his house. I had to admit that I really wanted to see his cock. I had only seen a cock in magazines and on television, but I never actually saw a man’s cock up close. I knew that he would do whatever I said because my voice and body controlled his every action, so I wasn’t worried about him trying anything that I wasn’t comfortable with. Since I had him completely thunderstruck, I could play with him as I wished.

Not too long thereafter we were on his parents’ couch, just talking. I wasn’t sure when this was all going to happen. Just then he started brushing the back of his finger along my right nipple. It instantly tightened up and became erect. I instinctively put my hand on his leg and squeezed. “Are you going to take it out?” he asked me. I was about to reach for his belt, but he was too aroused and anxious to let me, instead he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I watched as he pulled his pants off and his big phallus stood up at full attention (he had been hard as a rock well before we sat down). It was beautiful. I wanted to rub my face on it, put my lips onto the head and suck it hard with my lips. I wanted that cock so badly, but I was nervous.

I then remembered who was in charge (me of course) and I slowly stroked his cock and listened with pleasure as he moaned. I knew that I could control guys with my voice, but in that moment, I discovered that my voice coupled with my body gave me a one-two punch that no other girl my age had.

The next 2 minutes lasted a lifetime. I continued to jerk his cock slowly, but after about thirty seconds my pace quickened. I was a girl on a mission. I wanted to see my first fountain of cum. I couldn’t stop staring at the head. It was amazing. I knew that one day I would have one of these inside of me. My forearm morphed into a machine, fueled by adrenaline. I could feel his cock tense up, and then a gusher emerged from it, a big stream of shiny whiteness pouring into the air.

So there you have it. Having my hand on a cock for the first time lit a fire within me and I knew that it had all started from getting a guy excited over the phone. Since then I have definitely honed my sexual powers. I love getting you off and you can feel that every time we speak. It all dates back to that first time when I realized how exhilarating it was for me to get in a guy’s head, explore our magical realism, and listen to him as we explode together with eardrum splitting orgasms.

I love you babe. But you love me more.

You may have noticed that I recently updated my website. I’ve added a brand new page to my menu and some new pictures throughout the site (with several more to come). In addition, there will be lots of updates to my Tidbits page this week as well. So stay tuned, and let me know your thoughts! I love being your eye-candy and nothing gets me more turned on than knowing that your erection belongs to me!

I decided to reveal a bit more of myself with this refresh underway (when a girl you’ve already seen naked wants to reveal more, you pay attention). On my Tidbits page I shared that my first phone sex call happened when I was only 14, and that I swallowed my first load three years later. I thought you might enjoy those little nibbles from my autobiography as much as I enjoyed divulging them. I liked the thought of you visualizing me when I was younger. I wrote out my words on a piece of notebook paper, but when I saw the words “First time I swallowed: 17” live on the page; I decided to share the backstory and the torrid details surrounding the unveiling of my innocence.

I regard the summer of 2002 as the time when I awoke from innocence. It was the months in between my 7th and 8th grades. I had dated boys, but never went beyond kissing and letting them feel me up (I was already a C cup at 13; D cup by 15). The night where things began to change was a hot July week day. My girlfriends and I were hanging out, no parents around, just killing time in the air conditioning. This was before cell phones took over the world and most prank calls were made by kids instead of scam artists.

We used to entertain ourselves for hours by calling cute, older boys at stores in the mall in hopes of flirting with them. At some point we stumbled upon a high school senior named Sean when we called him at his job at Foot Locker. My best friend Suzanne kept him on the line for a good 2 minutes (a marathon in prank call time) the first time he answered. The next time she called him a week later, they talked for 10 minutes, and he ordered us a pizza and soda. We thought it was the coolest thing ever, and that he was the coolest guy ever. I wanted to see what would happen if I called!

So, back to the July week day… when someone proposed seeing if Sean would send us pizza again, I insisted that this time I be the one to talk to him. Suzanne was taken aback, perhaps even a bit jealous of the thought of another girl talking to Sean, but after some peer pressure from the others, she caved. We all sat around in a circle with me in the middle. I dialed him, got him on the line after two rings. “Hi Sean, this is Ashlee. I’m a friend of Suzanne’s.” That was all that he needed to hear in order to start flirting with me. It was not my first time, but he was older than the other boys I had previously engaged in this game with. He was charming and funny, and he told me I had a sexy voice. Finally he asked “Are you wet right now?” I slammed the receiver down (this is 2002 we’re talking about) and turned beet red in front of my girlfriends. Despite their protests, I refused to share with them what he just said. I couldn’t. I couldn’t because I knew they’d ask if I was, in fact, wet right now and I also knew they’d know I was lying when I told them I was not. I was only 14 years old, my panties were soaked and I was giddy over garnering the attention of a senior in high school!

Riding my bike home was a bit uncomfortable given how moist my crotch was, but I made it there quickly. I took the key my mother left under the mat because no one was home, which is just what I was counting on. I ran upstairs to my room and took my shorts off. I was about to get in bed and love myself to orgasm, but the phone rang. It was Sean. “Hi Ashlee he said.” Please don’t hang up. Please, please, please,” he begged. He apologized profusely, insisting that he didn’t know what had come over him and that he just found my voice to be so incredibly hot. I knew that high school boys were supposed to be horny and found it hard to resist temptation, so I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“How’d you get my number anyway?” I asked. Apparently all it took was another pizza delivery to convince my friends to give up my contact information. That actually turned me on. An older boy, one who was only a year away from college, when I was still in junior high school, had told me that my voice was hot. I found myself getting wet again, though this time my guard was down and I could relax because he was being so sweet. I wanted to summon my verbal hotness on command, but when I spoke, my nerves crept up again, and my attempt fell flat. Finally, without it even feeling like it was voluntary, I said aloud “I want to touch your cock!”

“Good, because my cock has been out since you picked up the phone, Ashlee.”

The next few minutes were a blur. I don’t really remember what I said or what he said either except at the very end when he told me he was going to cum. I just remember thinking that I was a slut for having let him phone-fuck me. I just wanted to curl up into bed. That’s what I did, falling asleep on my side with my hand between my legs and my 14 year-old C cup tits pressed together. The feeling of being a slut passed after a few weeks. That’s when I decided to meet up with Sean in person.

To be continued…

In part one of this experience, I found myself lusting over a volunteer I’d hired when I was a head librarian. As we continue, I’m about to tease and seduce the unsuspecting Reuben in my office. What I didn’t know was that he had a few tricks in his repertoire as well.

After we entered my office I closed the door and said, “I have one more task for you tonight.”

“What’s that he asked?”

“The other librarians think you will do anything I say and they tell me you’re always trying to kiss my ass.” Reuben looked upset, but before he could say anything, I added, “I’m going to give you the opportunity to actually kiss my ass.” He looked confused, but he started to understand when I turned around, put my glasses on the desk, pulled my hair clip out, bent over my desk, and lifted my skirt, revealing my shapely cheeks and white silk thong. “Go on and kiss it,” I said, “show me how loyal you are to me.”

He squatted down and placed his hands firmly on my hips as he began clutching the fabric of my skirt and pulled it straight off my body. He then sent chills up my spine as he sensually held onto my ass in his strong hands and kissed my left cheek. I was about to give him my next command when I felt his tongue on the bottom of my right leg. He ran his tongue up the back of my leg all the way to the top of my right cheek. I liked his initiative.

When he was standing, I turned around, sat on my desk, and said, “Let’s see how you do with the front.” I spread my legs for him and after moving my wet panties out of the way; he dove in and provided me with what would be the first of many orgasms for the evening, this time with his amazing tongue technique. After instructing him to come up for air, I told him to take his clothes off. He did so and revealed that he was rock hard. I was hungry for him, but I decided to tease him a little more.

I looked him over and said, “I don’t know if your cock is capable of satisfying me, I’ll have to measure it.” I walked behind my desk and pulled my scarf from my neck, so I only had on my blouse, thong and bra. He started stroking his cock and caressing his balls in an effort to gain every millimeter of length that he could. I told him to keep his hands off his cock because he might be getting himself worked up for nothing. After taking a ruler out of my desk drawer, I walked back over to him and pretended to measure his cock. While I was holding the ruler next to his erection, I wanted to devour it, but I was having too much fun with my little game. I told him that he was borderline and I wasn’t sure if he could fulfill all of my needs. I then told him to give me one reason why I should play with his cock.

Reuben smiled as he said, “I have an excellent reason for you. I have complete control over when I release. I can go as long as you want and I won’t climax until you tell me to. It’s basically cum on command.

“I’ve heard that before,” I replied, “and no one has ever come close to living up to that claim. However, you’ve been such a good boy, I feel like I should give you a chance to prove yourself.” I was thinking that it would be a fun challenge to make him cum as quickly as possible. We would see who really had the control.

I walked over to a sofa that I used for naps during my lunch breaks. I took a blanket off the sofa and spread it out on the floor. I told him to lie down on his back. He did as I instructed. I stood over him and his cock was at attention as I took my blouse off and showed him my matching white bra and a glimpse of my magnificent tits. I then pulled my thong off and walked back over to my desk to spread it out so he got another great look at my ass. After turning back around to face him, I undid the bra clasp and let it fall. He said, “Wow” when he got the full, unobstructed view.

I then straddled his stomach and pressed my ass up against his cock and leaned over so I could shove my tits in his face. He sucked one nipple and pinched the other while his free hand reached back to squeeze my perfect ass. I was getting seriously worked up so I scooted back a bit and rubbed his cock all over my wet pussy lips. I really wanted to hop on for a ride, but I remembered my goal of making cum involuntarily. Normally when I ‘m giving head I take my time, kiss and lick, tickle the balls, and slowly work my way toward taking it all in. In this case, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and immediately took all of him into my mouth.

He gasped and I thought it would be a matter of seconds before he let go, but he maintained control as I went up down while cupping his full balls. I eventually moved my hand out of the way and was able to get even more of him inside my mouth.

He showed amazing stamina and I couldn’t believe that such an incredible BJ didn’t cause him to explode. Undeterred, I continued on.

I mounted him slowly, just allowing the head of his cock inside. I slid down at a relaxed pace and when I had all of him inside me, I squeezed from the inside and he moaned. I felt the end was near. I rode up and down and had wave after wave of rolling orgasms, but he maintained his erection. I experienced shock and awe as I continued to use him for my own selfish pleasure. I thought about giving in and ordering him to cum, but I’m very competitive and I wanted to win.

At some point he said, “Let’s switch to the missionary position.” I did not want to let his cock out for even a second to change positions. When I finally needed to pause and take breath, I asked why. He said that he wanted to feel my tits pushing up against his chest while he was inside me.

That sounded good to me so I reluctantly got off and we switched positions. I immediately grabbed his cock and led him back into my needing pussy. I dug my fingernails into his ass and arched my back so my tits were pushing up into his chest. After wrapping my legs around his body, his in-and-out thrusts became more urgent, and I came again. By this time I was ready to concede defeat so I said, “Cum now Reuben, I command you to cum right now!” He unleashed an epic orgasm, both in terms of quantity and intensity.

When we were able to rise, we put our clothes back on and left the library. I was about to offer a goodnight kiss at my car when he said, “I want a souvenir.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He then bent down in front of me, ran his hands up beneath my skirt, and pulled my thong down. I decided to allow him his treasure so I stepped out of my panties. He then stood up and put them in his back pocket. Reuben then came in for a kiss and as he pressed up against me, I could feel through my skirt, and his pants, that he had a hard-on. “You’re hard again,” I whispered.

Reuben then pulled his pants down just far enough to get his cock out. He lifted my left leg and entered me again. I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. Standing in that position wasn’t very comfortable so I knew I couldn’t go through another marathon. As soon as I felt like I was on the verge, I said, “I want to cum together this time. When I start my orgasm, I want you to cum.” I began to convulse and then he let go with another load. It wasn’t quite as massive as his first, but it was still an impressive performance.

As I watched Reuben walk over to his car I could see my white panties hanging out of his back pocket. After starting my car, I made a mental note to change the schedule so I could close with him more often!

In the early stages of my professional career I worked as the head librarian of the city library near where I live. In my private life I am outgoing, fun and flirty. I embrace my inner goddess openly when I’m not at work. However, my career is important to me and during my time as the head librarian, I was particularly intense. I dressed conservatively and I wasn’t mean or unfriendly, but I was very focused and diligent in making sure that I, and the other employees, always completed the tasks at hand.

We had an opportunity for a volunteer to come in and help out and only one person showed up to interview for the position. The man’s name was Reuben and he seemed qualified so I welcomed him aboard. I considered him to be a good looking man. He had broad shoulders, well defined arms, and fetching hands. But being that I was in charge, and I didn’t want to lose my one and only volunteer, I didn’t have any plans to test those waters. However, I didn’t mind having some eye candy in the library and I enjoyed watching him put books back on the shelves, shoving them in place with his long fingers.

One day while I was working, one of the other librarians called in sick and he was supposed to close so I had to stay late and close up. Toward the end of the evening there were only a couple of patrons in the library and we were set to close in 15 minutes. Reuben had completed all of his duties so I told him he could go. He asked me if I wanted him to wait so he could walk me out to my car. It hadn’t occurred to me before he asked, but I didn’t like the idea of walking out to my car in the dark by myself, so I accepted his offer.
He hung out in the magazine area while I let the last of the looky-loos know they would have to check their books out soon because we were about to close. I could feel Reuben’s eyes peeking over his magazine as I made my way around the library. I had on a white blouse, a little leopard print ascot scarf, and a pencil-length black skirt, all of which were a size too large. Completing the stereotypical librarian look, I kept my hair in a bun and wore glasses during business hours. Despite my attempts at shrouding my assets, I can’t completely hide my curves and I knew Reuben was wondering if my panties were as conservative as my outer wear.

When everyone had their books checked out and they were finally on their way, I locked the front door and told Reuben that I needed to pick up my purse in my office and we could go out from there through a side door. He followed along and as we were walking I started having naughty thoughts. It wasn’t a long walk to my office (just long enough for me to wonder how his cock compared to his strapping hands ), but by the time we got there, I’d already imagined Reuben’s fingers gently pinching my nipples, massaging my clit, and probing my dripping wet pussy. As I felt the burning desire between my creamy thighs, I imagined his cock entering me from all of my favorite positions and I wondered if he had any clue of how ripe and ready I was for him. (To be continued…)