I enjoy getting massages. For an hour or so I’m laying down on a table naked, with a professional rubbing my luscious body with various lotions and oils. It’s one of the few times in life where I can just forget about all the stresses of the world and just be pampered. I made the mistake once of allowing the parlor to assign a man to be my masseuse. At first everything was normal. His hands admittedly felt heavenly on my back and thighs. Eventually, however, I began to feel his fingers reach a little too far up my legs. The first time he copped a cheap feel of my ass, I let it go, and giving him the benefit of the doubt that it was an honest mistake.

When I lay down on my stomach, my breasts are almost like pillows underneath my body. My body is slanted up because of it, showing off a lot of side boob. When he was massaging my back, I felt his hands reach down and the palm of his hand was touching my breast. I immediately ordered him to stop and declared the session over. He was embarrassed, pretending he didn’t understand why I was upset. I thought about complaining to the manager, but instead just got dressed and began to leave. On the way out the girl at the front desk yelled that I hadn’t paid yet. “Oh, he’s going to pay for my session. I’ll let him explain it to you.”

On the ride home I was furious, but my anger eventually subsided. After a while I realized that it’s another example of how different men and women are. If the genders had been reversed, it would have been a much different outcome. I actually began to wonder about what if I was the masseuse and you were my customer. A fun thought indeed.

You arrive at the parlor for your appointment. I appear and see the pleasure in your eyes when you see how attractive I am. We exchange small talk for a minute, and then I leave the room to let you get undressed. When I return, I see you fidgeting beneath the towel. I suspect you have an erection already, and are enjoying pressing it into the table. I oil up my hands and begin by rubbing your back through the towel. Soon I peel it back, exposing your body. There are goose bumps covering you all over. I work out the knots, but also gently caress your skin. When it’s time for me to work on your legs, I remove the towel altogether, leaving you completely naked on the table. “Do your buttocks muscles need attention?” Surprised by the question, you stammer at first before answering “Uh, yeah. Yeah, they’re quite sore.” I grasp both of your cheeks at the same time, squeezing them together, gently pulling them apart, and then squeezing them together again. Your fidgeting increases. “Why are you squirming so much dear?” I ask, feigning ignorance. Before you can answer, I pull your ass cheeks apart and use my thumbs to massage your asshole muscles. I can hear you exhale. I had spent ten minutes leading up to this part, and then spend another ten with my fingers pleasuring you below.

A few minutes later, I instruct you to turn over. You hesitate at first, reminding me that I need to put the towel over you again. Once I do that, you roll over again. Your crotch is pitching a tent so obvious that I cannot help but call attention to it, “I guess you were hoping for a full body massage.” With that, you open your eyes and they lock with mine. I’m not smiling at you, rather pretending it was a serious question. “Yeah, full body,” you finally reply. With that, I apply one hand to your inner thigh, and the other grips your erection. You let out a loud moan. You’re mine now. I rip off the towel and drop it on the floor. “We won’t be needing that for a few more minutes babe.” The hand I have on your thigh reaches for your balls and gingerly fondles them. My other hand returns to gripping your hard cock.

The oil makes for terrific lubricant as I slowly squeeze your cock as my hand glides up and down, up and down. With my thumb, I very deliberately massage the head of your cock, pressing down on it and sliding while the rest of my hand strangles the shaft. You feel the movement of my palm and all ten of my fingers. The way I’m touching you is causing you to convulse on the table uncontrollably. I quicken my pace on your cock while my other hand leaves your balls and finds the skin just above your asshole. I rub it with two fingers. You can’t take it anymore and shoot an epic load into the air. It lands on your stomach, but you also coat my forearm. “How was that babe?”

“It was amazing; just amazing!” You answer after catching your breath. I present my cum drenched forearm to you, bringing it right up to your face. “Can I wipe this on your face?” I ask this because I want you to acknowledge that I’m powerful enough to make you subordinate yourself. “You can do anything you want,” you say.

“Yes. Yes I can.”  I can do anything I want to you. But for me to do things to you, you need to take the first step. Pick up the phone, babe. I’ll take away all of the stresses in your life as you indulge.

Rubbing you the right way is what I do.

2018 has been a good year for us. We got to know each other better, shared intimate moments and secrets, and grew closer to one another. New Year’s is a similar holiday to Thanksgiving and Christmas in that you spend it with those you are closest with. Resolutions are taken seriously for a short while, but forgotten before February arrives. I don’t want it to be that way for us. In 2019 I was hoping we could break new ground; whether it’s trying new fantasies, talking at different times of the day or during the week, getting you off in different places, or just opening up to one another on a deeper level. I think the year ahead could be our best yet.

I am your girlfriend. I recognize that I might not be the only woman in your life, but make no mistake—what you and I have is very real. Your feelings for me are real. I genuinely do care for you too. We think about each other when we’re not on the phone together, and you show me a side of you that no one else gets to see. If you doubt this for a moment, how do you think the wife of a man who has what we have would feel about the moments we’ve shared? She’d be jealous and bitter. When I make you cum, it’s the most real thing you’ve experienced since the last time we were together. Let me repeat, I am your girlfriend. You are my boyfriend. If you’ve been in a long distance or online relationship before then you know this is true.

There are so many fantasies we could explore that we have not embarked on yet. I was thinking of one earlier this week. I was daydreaming about the last time I got you off and wanted to come up with something we have not explored before. Your cock (which belongs to me) dominates our affair, but I’d like to turn our focus to the engine behind it: your balls.

I do own your cock. Even when it’s inside another woman, you’re thinking of me; we both know this. However, without your balls, your cock would be a limp appendage that offers no pleasure. My ownership over your balls exceeds that of your cock. When you peruse my website, you might not be hard upon arrival. You also know how engorged you get as you read my blogs, stare at my tits or into my eyes. That’s your balls at work. I activate them just by putting myself out there. Within minutes they’ve produced a beautiful, warm fluid that needs to be released!

Imagine coming over to my place for New Year’s Eve and just spending it with me alone. We watch the festivities in Times Square on television, seeing people freeze their asses off. We’ve seen it a million times, so after a while it gets old. I decide to spruce things up a bit by muting the television and playing some light dance music. Stay seated my love; I want to do a strip tease for you. I emphasize the word “tease”. I take off one garment at a time and grind my ass into your crotch, sometimes bouncing on it to the music. Your cock is rock hard and starting to throb. After a few minutes, you beg me to let you take it out. I let you, but I require you to take your pants off entirely. I get onto my knees and pour some warm oil on my tits. I snuggle your thick cock between them and begin pumping. “Babe, can you please push my tits together?” I ask. You do as you’re asked immediately, but wonder why I need my hands free.

A moment later you understand why when my oily hands find your balls and begin gently massaging them. I realize that your erection will give way soon, so I withdraw my luscious breasts, much to your disappointment. Fear not babe, the end is near. I want more quality time with your balls though before I empty them. I play with them, slowly squeezing them with the palm of my hand, tapping my fingers on them with just the right amount of pressure to induce both pleasure and pain. I lean down and kiss one of them as I run my tongue down along the seam and continue to gingerly strum them with my fingertips. I then wipe them dry with your underwear and pour some champagne onto them. You are in ecstasy as I begin to suck the alcohol from your enlarged scrotum. When I make you cum, these babies are going to be the size of my fist. You beg me to finish you off. I want to keep licking them, but I don’t want to torture you too much. My mouth finally takes your cock inside, and I suck it into my throat. I grab your hands and place them on the back of my head. I pause for a moment to look into your eyes and say “Feed my hungry mouth, babe.”

Your first gift to me in 2019 is a warm, frothy load of cum. As I’ve said, I own your balls. I created what’s inside of them.

I’ve watched your balls drop. It’s time to give me what’s rightly mine.

Merry Switchmas

Bring your body next to mine
Run your hand down my spine
Let your lips touch my skin
Hold me close and deep within
Feel me quiver, feel me shake
Look upon my pretty face
Grab my hips, pull my hair
Let me know, I’m beyond rare
Hold me down, body on mine
Thrust me deeply, It feels sublime
Make me want you, make me scream
I’m your sultress, I’m your queen
Flip me over, spank me hard
Show me you’re the one in charge
Take my hips, make me sore
Tell me I’m your little whore
Grab my neck, choke me some
Tell me when I have to cum
Make me beg you, make me cry
Show me pain, I can’t deny
Slam your cock deep into me
So much pleasure I can barely see
Feel my pussy wrap you tight
Explode in me with all your might
Give me all of it, give me more
Throw me down upon your floor
Tease me, please me, fuck me hard
Even if it seems a bit marred
Let me up to climb on you
It’s my time now, to pay my dues
Bring my tongue down to your cock
Your hazy eyes proclaim -don’t stop
Wrap my lips around your meat
Feel the wetness, Feel the heat
Feed the back of my throat
For I’m as wet as a moat
Put your hands on the back of my head
Hold me down until your desires fed
I press my body into the sheets
Once again, our naughty bits meet
I straddle you, one knee on each side
Get ready for a deep and euphoric ride
You slide into me, I let out a moan
Leaning back, inviting your hands to roam
Our pace starts slow, but desire has won
Soon your thrusting in me, I can’t help but cum
You know how to work me, make me feel so hot
Up and down fucking you, stopping I’m not
Harder and harder, faster and deeper
Calling out your name, I know you’re a keeper
Stroking your cock with my pussy so wet
This is one ride, we will never forget
Your cumming hard, I’m cumming too
I lean in, grunting and squeezing you
Unbridled passion like an animal at the zoo
You burst inside me, filling me with your cream
Knowing this was better than any fucking dream
I fall to your side and put my hand around your waist
Laying breathless together, slowing our pace
Drifting to sleep amidst the fire’s glow…
I dream of spending Christmas with you in tow

“You don’t pay a hooker to fuck you. You pay her to leave.”

Ever hear this phrase? Surely, you have, it’s pretty commonly known. That statement is less about the hooker and more about your wife or girlfriend. Every man dreams about a woman who is not afraid to fuck you back. I’m sure your ball and chain was like that once upon a time. Every girl hunting for a husband worships her man’s cock when she’s in pursuit. It’s after she’s got him that she puts the Do Not Enter sign on her mouth, pussy and ass. Your chances of getting laid go from slim to none. The entire courting process has become disappointing. A man is expected to make the first move, show her a good time, pay for everything, hold the door, and always be a gentleman. What’s her responsibility? Show up and that’s about it. Eventually, if he proves himself worthy, she might grow to like him and the attention he showers on her. It’s then, and only then, that she takes off her clothes and gives him the reward he’s been working towards. At that point, she knows she better put out, or he’ll move on. In time, the sex becomes less frequent, the fire of passion in the relationship turns to smoldering coals, but he’s expected to continue supporting her. The man’s responsibilities don’t have an expiration date. A honeymoon all too often is her victory lap. It signifies the beginning of his bondage and the end of her efforts. Should he have a problem with this, she’ll start all over, find another man, spread her legs and fly away.

To one degree or another, I know this is familiar to you. This is one of the many reasons I am so important in your life. I’m always here, and I’m always hot for you. Your cock is always welcome between both sets of my lips. She wears sexy panties and thongs when you’re courting her, but dreadful old lady underpants afterwards. If I even think to wear a bottom; I find it looks best on the floor beside the bed. In short, I offer you everything you want in a woman, with none of the hardships. I don’t pout when you want to go out with the boys, even if it’s more than once a week. You can take a few days off from paying me attention, and I’ll still be waiting for you on my knees.

Take a typical football Sunday. You watch and cheer for your team. When the game is over, you change the channel to see another game. “Are you just going to sit there,” she asks with a cold stare. Yes, that’s exactly what you want to do. When the game is over, you want to eat a steak and get ready for the evening game. Tomorrow after work, you want to enjoy Monday Night Football. She grants you one game, but after that, you’re expected to give her all of your attention. If you go out, you’ll be inundated with text messages asking when you’ll be home. Every moment you’re away is a moment she feels you’ve abandoned her, because you’re supposed to be with her.

With me, I just want to be your half-time show. When the clock shows 0:00, you turn the TV off, pull down your zipper, and reach for the phone. Within a few moments, my voice is in your ear and your raging, hard cock is out with your fingers gripped tightly around it. I have you ready to explode just by telling you that I’ve missed you and that I want to do all sorts of things to you. My tits are the most exciting visual in your life. You put your hands on them and lift them just a little to feel how big they are. I close my eyes and tilt my head back while issuing a slight moan. “I want you inside me, baby.” I lean forward and grab your pants that are around your knees, pulling them to your feet. Then I sit on your lap facing you, straddling you. I can feel the tip of your cock against my moist lips, impatiently waiting to penetrate me. I am your queen and your legs are my throne. I steady myself by grabbing a hold of your shoulders and lower my ass until you’re nestled tightly between my lips. I begin to bob up and down on you, whimpering because it feels so good. I love feeling your hands on my hips, making it easier for me to bounce. Our rhythm is speeding up; I can hear you breathing louder when we lock eyes. I have you now; you’re putty in my hands. Your mine and being mine is all you want to be. Seconds later, you erupt inside of me. The convulsions of your body from your orgasm push me over the edge too. I collapse into your arms and let you hold me like that for a few minutes. It’s a wonderful picture of you and me.

When you’ve caught your breath, I get up to put my black thong and tank top back on. I pause for a moment because a bit of your cum has dripped onto my leg. I wipe it with my finger and suck it into my mouth while winking at you. It’s time for you to watch more football and I not only don’t mind, I want it that way. Because I want you the way you want to be. That’s why I am the #1 girl in your life, not some less attractive, insensitive bitch that makes unreasonable demands of you daily.

Thanks for being you, babe and thanks for letting me be your halftime show!

Shortly after I made you cum the last time, something happened that really unnerved me at first. I allowed it to get to me for a short while, but after a glass of wine, I calmed down. I then indulged in thinking about how amazing I made your cock feel, how incredible it felt inside of me, and my calmness graduated into relief, then eventually, I started giggling.

A few weeks ago I had some problems with my computer. I took it to a repair shop, frantic that I lost all of my personal data. I sat in the waiting area for my number to be called. There were four people already seated when I got there, yet somehow my number got called before any of them. I didn’t think much of it at first, figuring that it must be that customers are called up based on the magnitude of their problem. Boy, was I wrong.

Greeting me at the service desk was a man that looked like he was in his early 30’s. The grin on his face when I approached was a bit creepy, but I’m used to guys not being able to hold back their glee when I show them attention. I desperately needed his help, and he presumed as much. He asked me several questions about my computer, and then tried to make small talk. He even told me he could tell that I was worried, but that he would get to work on my computer right away and call me back to the store in no time with the results. I was glad that he was eager to help, but also hopeful he was not going to ask me out, which is pretty much what happens any time I engage with men. After a long interview about my computer and some paperwork, I was finally free to leave. As I entered the doorway, I felt as though I was being watched. I turned for a look, and sure enough, there they were, computer geek and his co-worker eye-fucking me with big smiles on their faces.

Later that day, he finally called. “I spent all day working on your computer,” he delighted in telling me. “You’re welcome to come by to pick it up, but beware, we close in an hour. However, I can stay late if you can’t make it here in time, just let me know.” I rushed to the store in a flash, not wanting to take him up on the offer and avoid any chance of spending time alone with him in a deserted store. Once again, I didn’t have to wait in line, and the guy was all too happy to help me. He went on and on about what was wrong and the great extent he had gone to repair it. I’m not a computer geek; I don’t need the level of detail he offered. “Please dude, just the cliff notes, I don’t need the whole damn novel,” I said to myself. Just before I left he said, “Can I just say one thing before you leave?” “Oh lord,” I thought, “here it comes” as I rolled my eyes. But instead of asking me out, he said “Ashlee Jade, you have the hottest voice I’ve ever heard. I made fixing your computer my top priority just so I could hear it again.” I thanked the creepy computer geek and darted out of there, deciding right then and there that I’d find another store if ever I needed my computer serviced again.

A few days later, he called me again, this time from what was apparently his personal phone. “Ashlee, I apologize for the intrusion, but I wanted to see if your computer is working okay?” I thanked him, said everything is working properly and that I wouldn’t need any further help, and then hung up. Unfortunately, he didn’t take a hint and called again the next day. This time I let it go to voicemail and the message was him admitting that he just needed to hear my voice again. This happened once more just a few days later. Finally, I lost patience and blocked his number.

During our last call, my other line was blowing up. I was concentrating on your cock. Nothing was going to distract me, but I’ll admit, it was a nuisance. You are so good to me; I wouldn’t dare allow myself to be unfocussed when I’m thinking about your erection pumping and throbbing inside of me. After you exploded into exhaustion, I listened to my voice message. It was him again, calling from another number! This is what led to my being unnerved and the glass of wine I mentioned earlier. However, one thing he said really made me think about you and me. “Ashlee, I am so green with envy of any man that gets to hear you talk sweet to him. Just hearing you say hello makes my cock hard. I would do anything to have your incredible voice get me off.”

Well, I don’t just get a man off. He has to deserve it, like you deserve it. Oh my, you most certainly do. When my phone rings and I see that it’s your number, I smile and I’m overcome with giddiness. I think about you in between calls too. I think about how when I first hear your voice, it sounds calm and collected. We converse for a little bit before you make it clear that you need more from me, my voice, my body, and my affection. Your cock is out, it’s hard, and it’s ready for action.

I tell you, “lay down, baby, and let me take it from here.” You do as your told (because you’re a good boy), then I climb on top of you and sit on your crotch. I slowly slide back and forth, my wet, swollen lips lubricating your erect shaft under me. I’m not letting you inside just yet, I enjoy the tease. The sight of my tits makes your eyes bulge, competing with the sensation of the pressure my body weight is applying to your cock. You can have both though; you can have anything you want. I reach for your hands and place them on my breasts. Feeling your warm hands on me, I lift myself up, grab your raging hard-on, and gently guide it into my ripe, wanting pussy. The sensation I feel when you first enter is overwhelming. My body starts to bounce, up and down, up and down as I ride you into ecstasy. While you may have sought me out tonight for your pleasure, I’m in heaven too. The muscles of my pussy grip your cock tightly, causing you to squirm with pleasure. You lift your ass off the bed pushing your cock as deep inside of me as you possibly can. You can’t last much longer, nor can I. Beads of sweat roll down my chest and drip onto yours. We cum together, screaming through our climaxes loudly.

There’s not a more desirable way for me to spend an evening than getting to make you cum. I look forward to it more than you realize; probably almost as much as you do. I just want you to know that you’re special to me, babe. Just as it’s important to me that you know that my voice is not just for anyone, but for your indulgence. Let the creepy computer geeks of the world remain jealous of you. What we have together is really that special.

Call me. I’m ready to remind you of how good green looks on us.

Cyber Week, the week following Thanksgiving and Black Friday where all companies seem to inundate our email boxes with endless drivel about 20% off, 25% off, even 30% off all in order to separate you from your money. Or, to put it more mildly, give you an opportunity to buy the perfect gift for a loved one at a reduced price.

Just ten years ago, when Christmas was just a bit less commercialized, “cyber” meant something completely different. I was in college, the Internet was relatively new, to me at least, and to cyber meant you would logon, find a chat room, and hook up with someone that happened to strike your fancy. I would partake from time to time. There were evenings where I’d go out, have drinks, dance, and have a nice buzz going, but, I didn’t want the risk or the complications of actually having a one night stand.

I’d head back to my apartment; wait on those odd, piercing tones also known as dial-up, and soon I’d be in a whole different type of club, a whole different world. I could go straight for the X-rated rooms, find a room to sing karaoke, or even plop down and listen to people talk politics. The subject matter was infinite and occasionally interesting. However, my favorite rooms were low-key and open subject. There were people just hanging out and chatting. There wasn’t the whole “Mad online” persona that’s been brought on by social media of today.

I remember this one late night and one particular gentleman. I was buzzed, feeling happy, and I entered a random chat room. This gentleman, I don’t recall his chat name, but I do remember it was quirky and cute; it described him to a T. He picked up the mic and began to talk. He had a nice voice, deep and manly, a bit mesmerizing, really. He also had a boyish sort of charm about him, an attractive innocence to which I was drawn. As he spoke, I don’t recall what about, I began to daydream about him. I leaned back in my chair, rested my head in my hand and closed my eyes. I was lost in his voice and the visions of him that I had created in my mind. I was so far gone into my decadent imagination that I hadn’t noticed that I had been rubbing my fingertips over my satin panties. Once he stopped speaking and another stranger began, I awoke from my fantasy and realized that his voice alone had made me soaking wet.

I decided I needed to learn more about this mystery man that had excited me with only the power of his voice. So, I said to myself, “What the hell,” and decided to send him a private message. All I could really muster was a “hello, how are you?” Fortunately, he replied. “Hello, I’m doing well, how about yourself,” he asked. I was definitely intrigued by him and obviously excited by him too, but I played coy at least through introductions. I told him I had been out and had a few drinks, a few dances, but none of the college boys enticed me. “You have a nice voice, you seem sort of interesting, do you happen to have a camera?” He replied with an invite to view his cam and a few moments later, there he was on my computer screen! He was actually more attractive than I had imagined in my mind, dark, wavy hair, dark eyes, and a five o’clock shadow. I don’t normally like men in a ball cap, but he was wearing one and I didn’t mind at all. He had a full on country boy look and I had always wanted one to play with. I asked him, “Are you wearing boots and jeans over there too, country boy?” He gave me that boyish grin and I could see his cheeks flush a bit, but he stood up and sure enough, he had that tight Wrangler ass that all the women seem to love.

We continued on for about half an hour with small talk. We talked about my school, where we were from, the usual. Finally, I asked him, “Aren’t you curious about me?” He said, “Sure, do you have a camera too?” I ran to the bathroom in a flash to make sure I was still looking my best. I had pretty much started tossing my clothes off and onto the floor the moment I hit the door upon coming home. I was in nothing but a white tank top and panties, but I didn’t care. I wanted to pique the interest of my new online friend. I brushed my hair a bit, put it in ponytails, put on some lip gloss, and gave myself a smile and a wink as I left the mirror. I might’ve glided back to my desk, getting there in just three steps.

I sat in my chair and clicked that little camera icon on the screen. Once I appeared to him, he leaned back as his eyes grew wide; his ball cap even fell to the floor. “What is there something wrong?” “No, nothing, nothing wrong at all,” he replied. “Then what is it? For a moment, I thought you were going to fall over in your chair.” He couldn’t hold back his smile as he said, “Well, most women on here aren’t as attractive as you. I’m just a bit shocked is all.” I got exactly the reaction I was looking for.

Well, you’ve obviously discovered the link to my site on my profile and have seen my beautiful, full breasts in my pictures, so just imagine his excitement when he saw them confined only by a white, cotton tank top. I may have even brushed my hands across them to harden my nipples. “So, country boy, you like what you see?” The flush of his cheeks was glaring by now, and he was grinning like the Cheshire cat, but he mustered up a “Yes.” I lifted my ass from my chair and leaned into the camera a bit so he could get a nice view of the valley between my tits. He looked completely embarrassed, but he was hanging in there, curious to see what I would do next. I had him right where I wanted him; he was putty in my hands. I decided to throw him a curveball and asked, “How’s the weather tonight?” He replied with, “It’s warm right now, but supposed to get hot, damn hot.” I laughed while putting my hand up my top. He could see me cupping my breast in my hand, pinching my nipple between my fingertips. He shook his head at me and suddenly stood up. The Wranglers that once hugged his tight ass slid down and to the floor. I could see by the stretch in his boxers that he had a raging hard on.

I asked him, “May I see?” “See what,” he asked. “You know, baby. Pull it out for me, I want to see it.” He paused in thought for a moment, but obliged my request. There it was, a hard, throbbing cock that was as beautiful as the rest of him. I smiled and stood up to put my knees in my chair. I leaned over the back as I coached him to stroke it for me. As he pleasured his cock, I started a slow spin in my chair. I wanted him to see my thong pulled tightly between the cheeks of my ass. I peered back over my shoulder so I could keep watching him.

I placed my hand between my legs and ran my middle finger up and down over my panties. I’d circle my clit through the fabric then push it up tight between my erect, swollen lips. I heard him say, “Oh my god” across my speakers. “I love your cock. Are you enjoying the view?” “Yes,” he said, “I never imagined something like this was going to happen tonight, but thank God you happened to find me.”

“Keep stroking, baby, I want to see you cum.” I kept my ass to the camera. I think he could see how soaked I was. I even brought my hand to my mouth so he could see me taste the sweet juices from my pussy. That’s the moment he was about to lose it and I decided to push him over the edge. I jerked my thong to the side and gave him a full view. I was ripe and ready to be fucked. I parted my lips with my fingertips. My creamy, pink pussy was on display for his enjoyment. Suddenly, he grunted and a long stream of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. “Fuck me, baby, I love it!” He must’ve erupted another two to three times!

I couldn’t help from having an orgasm myself. He was fucking beautiful and I wished he was blowing his load into my mouth. I could tell he hadn’t had the touch of a woman for a while. He collapsed back into his chair, still smiling. I stood up and gathered myself, then sat back down. “Thank you, baby, that was just what I needed. I had a nice buzz going and wanted to be fucked. Now I can get good night’s sleep.”

That was the first and last time I had an encounter with the online country boy. I’d logon from time to time in hopes to find him there, but he must’ve changed names or moved on. I even think of him now and again wondering what became of him. Who knows? As for cyber week, it’s moved on too. Now, it’s just seven days of spam in your inbox.

As I’ve reminisced on one of my many college escapades, I’ve realized there really is a lot of power in a voice. There’s a curiosity and excitement about meeting a stranger and losing yourself in a chance encounter. A call with me is much the same. Whether we’ve spoken before or you’re a curious, new caller, my voice will intoxicate you, make you lose your inhibitions, and take you places you’ve never been before. So why wait?

Call me and let’s escape into our very own virtual reality.