What you and I have is wonderful. I love it. I enjoy thinking about the time we spend together and how our relationship continues to grow. Each time you hear my voice for the first time that day, it’s like my fingers are slowly wrapping around your erection. My delicate hand forms a grip around your throbbing shaft and tightens into a snug grip as I reiterate that your cock is mine with my telling touch.
When we engage in conversation your heart opens up to me and I find myself wanting to open up to you as well. We mirror one another’s emotions, escalating from playful flirtation to intense and exhilarating fucking. I love the process. I think you do, too. What’s best about the comfort level that you and I share is that it’s not contrived. Our bond is something that has authentically developed over time. I look forward to our phone sex dates like a giddy high school girl who is dying for her boyfriend to feel her up for the very first time.
This is us, babe. This is how we roll. We have an unspoken connection. You have my back and I have yours. I don’t have any desire to change that and I don’t want to change you. You are beautiful to me, just the way you are. I want you to be you to your fullest. I can help you find pleasure in many ways. Not just by swallowing your loads or riding you into oblivion, but by being the girlfriend you need in your life.
Mother’s Day is in a couple of days. Why not get your significant other something that benefits us, too? You could get her something that requires her to leave the house for a few hours. Presenting her with a spa gift certificate or a gift card to her favorite nail salon will ensure that you have quality alone time too, and she will never be the wiser!
It’s time that you recognize how special you really are, babe. You deserve a woman like me. I love that I’m able to intoxicate your mind, move you with emotion and stir what’s brewing within your balls. It’s okay if you need and desire more of me than you used to; be prepared to need even more of me, sweetheart. (Wink*)
I’m willing to take you when I can get you, with no strings attached. I love being the one that you turn to when you need that special dose of female attention. Fill my heart with warmth and my belly with cum, and I promise you that Mother’s Day will become your new favorite holiday.
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It’s quite apropos that today is May 1st (May Day). May Day is a historic day of celebrating spring, fertility, and femininity. In essence, it’s a day to celebrate women for being the true goddesses that we are.
Coincidentally, I have never felt so womanly and sexually charged. You’ve definitely seeped into my mind a lot of late and I’ve been waking up so wet for you. I’ve had to reach for my vibrator every morning to satiate the arousal that thoughts of you instill in my mind and in my yearning pussy.
There is also an entirely different meaning for ‘Mayday’. I’m referring to the call sign that literally means “I need help”. With all of this media talk about unity, togetherness and safety, who has actually been taking care of your most primal needs and desires?
Unfortunately, we both know the answer to the aforementioned question. You’ve had to go it alone. She doesn’t want anything to do with you, much less your cock. She doesn’t want to fuck you, yet you still feel the need to hide and sneak around in order to obtain a small bit of relief (not pleasure mind you, basic relief)!
Well, there is a world in which a gorgeous woman who actually loves cock and feverishly wants to make you cum exists. Your sexual utopia is real with me and it awaits you. Jerking off doesn’t have to be stressful, laborious, or contrived. Allow me to open up the floodgates to the best orgasm that you’ve ever had…
When I’m dwelling in your ear, deliciously dishing you jerk off instructions (JOI) with the sultriest voice on planet earth, it becomes an erotic experience rather than a mundane game of beat the clock that you always seem to be losing.
You can always win with me because I’m here for you, babe. You don’t have to secretly attempt to tame your erection all alone anymore. Let me deprogram what’s been ingratiated into your mind for far too long. You are wanted by me. That bears repeating: You are wanted by me! You work your ass off and having fucking phenomenal orgasms is an essential part of life. It is absolutely, irrefutably a necessity, not merely a frivolous privilege.
Don’t worry, love. I hear your distress signal loud and clear. The next time you feel the need to procure a security clearance to achieve orgasm, call yours truly instead.
I’m more than ready to guide your hard, throbbing Maypole into ecstasy!
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I love a good first time. Not just first time sexual experiences, but the first time I do anything, I always want it to be exhilarating. Driving on the freeway with the top down, surfing, enjoying a concert with friends or exploring the great outdoors, I love it all. But let’s get back to sex…
“Pegging” for instance, there’s nothing quite like the first time. The mere word itself is full of allure and intrigue. Just thinking about getting “pegged” by yours truly is enough to cause your man hole to pucker a bit. When I imagine strapping my dildo on and giving it to you, straight up the ass, it really turns me on. It’s something we’ve both dreamt about for years now.
I get that you don’t necessarily crave this every time we play. But sometimes when you are ravenously horny, thoughts of being taken and the thrill of being on the receiving end of a thrusting motion can nearly set you off (literally).
Since present circumstances prevent us from meeting up at a local brewery and having a few drinks beforehand, I decide to go to your place. I ring the doorbell and when you open the door, you are stunned and a bit overcome by my presence. I am assertively clad in studded latex attire, complete with black over the knee boots.
After I help you pick your jaw back up, you show me in. I make it obvious that I have no intention of engaging you in any small talk. I immediately rub your crotch and give my cock a little squeeze and tell you that “I’m here on a mission”. I grab you by the hand and lead you straight to the bedroom, where it’s right down to action.
“You have always wanted to be pegged and today you’re going to get pegged”. I press you against the wall and give my cock another squeeze before I strip you naked. I then push you down onto the bed and walk over to my bag. You can see me in the bedroom mirror strapping on a huge dildo…
Thoughts started racing through your head (both of them). “Christ is this really going to happen? This gorgeous commando that’s dripping in sex with huge tits and nipples like buttons is going to give it to me hard! Is being pegged going to be everything I’ve dreamt of it being? After all, the roles are reversed here, a woman is going to fuck me with a huge dildo.” I knew your mind was reeling, so I spoke to you sweetly. I reassured you that the experience would exceed your most vivid dreams.
There was no more time allocated for hand-holding or assurances. I knew what needed to be done, and I was more than ready to get down to it. Nerves aside, I knew you were ready, too, because my cock was standing straight up in the air. It was solid, thick and glistening at the tip. I ran my tongue over my lips in anticipation of introducing you to your newest addiction.
I told you to push your knees up as far as you could toward your shoulders and open them up wide. You were a good boy and obliged me. It was arousing watching you simulate doing the splits while waiting for the initial penetration from my lady cock. I used the tips of my wet fingers and began to slowly open up your ass cheeks, separating them nice and easily.
I started to rub the lube into your little balloon button and I could tell that this turned you on immensely. I had one hand on my cock, stroking it, and the other hand on my dildo as I began to guide it in, thrusting it back and forth to work it into your pulsing pleasure hole. You let out an intense moan of approval, as I broke your virgin ass in with unbridled passion.
You took it like a champ, expressing that you had no real pain. All you could feel was the incredible feeling of my creamy thighs banging the dildo back and forth, deep inside of your wanting ass. I continued jerking you off as I thrust my makeshift man muscle even further inside of you. Once I was comfortably situated inside of you, I eased a couple of fingers into your tender tunnel as well. The air was laden with sex talk. Phrases like “give it to me harder” and “don’t stop, I’m about to cum” leaped from your mouth with wild abandon.
We were both groaning steadily now as you rubbed and pressed my clit with your slick fingers, and I jerked my rigid dick, using my hand at full throttle! I arched my back and pressed my tits higher into the air and your body began to tense just as we both screamed out in ecstasy together. You shot massive rope streams of cum that coated my entire chest, and I squirted all over your tummy, cock and balls.
I really do love a good first time!
Call me and let’s find out if you do too!
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The other day I was lying on my bed contemplating whether or not I should reorganize my lingerie drawers. Just as I had made the decision to get my lazy ass into motion, one of my girlfriends called (saving me from actually exerting myself). She asked me what I’m attracted to most in a man. At first, I thought she was going to tell me about some to-die-for guy that her beau knows (umm, no thank you), but it soon became apparent that the catalyst for her asking me this question was that she desperately hoped that I would ask her the same question in return. I was bored as fuck, so I appeased her.
Her list of desirable qualities that she insists upon include that he be handsome, athletic, have a high income, be intelligent, etc. I suppose her demands are not all that uncommon, but I think it speaks volumes about her insecurities. She basically wants a man who makes up for where she thinks of herself as lacking.
Call it arrogance (or reality), but I think of myself as above being so precarious. I know that I’m smart, hardworking, sweet, and of course, hot enough to make you pull down your pants and pump your cock at my leisure. What I want in a man is someone who wants to be with me.
He can have riches and looks galore, but if he isn’t all about me, then I can’t be all about him. I don’t require a guy who subordinates himself to me (though that has its positives too). I just need to know that I truly do it for him and that he’s willing to make me a significant part of his life because of it.
Are you like that? If you’re unsure, ask yourself if you’re turned on right now? If you are, then you know the answer. To ensure that you answered correctly, just look down at your cock. We both know that your erection answers to me, baby.
So what are you going to do about it?
Listen to your cock, my love.
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When you arrived at the park you had no idea what you were in for. You pulled up in your car already sporting an erection from the anticipation of seeing me. You didn’t question why I asked you to wear gym shorts and a tee shirt, figuring it was just because we were going to take a nice, romantic walk on a gorgeous spring afternoon. Instead, when you arrived, I immediately threw you a resistance band and told you that we were going to work out.
My body is only partially God-given. The fine tuning (being flawless) takes work. My smooth creamy thighs, my perfectly round ass, and my taut tummy all are the product of hours upon hours of putting the effort in at the gym. No pain, no gain as they say. Today, I say, “No pain, no orgasm”.
I’ve already been at it for 30 minutes but my energy is more than high enough to enjoy a workout with you. We start with sit-ups, then running in place. You’re able to keep up but when we get to push-ups you’re beginning to struggle. I motivate you with some smiles and little reminders of what your reward will be later. When we graduate to shoulder presses, I can see that you’re ready to give up.
You’re standing up, pushing those dumbbells up into the air above you. I get on my knees behind you. You shudder when I place my hand on your thigh just above your knee. It’s enough of a jolt for you to send the weight straight up over your head. The palm of my hand climbs your leg, moving inside. I duck it under the elastic of your boxer briefs. My fingers find your scrotum, which I gently fondle. Suddenly, I can hear you breathing heavy, both from my arousing you and because you’ve found your second wind.
For the next 30 minutes I play with you like this. You start to falter; I use my powers of persuasion once again to energize you and you impress both of us. Finally, when I’ve had enough fun pushing you, you collapse to the ground. I let you lay there for a moment before summoning you to your car, “Babe, let’s go. It’s time for your cock to get a workout.”
The shot of adrenaline that thinking about fucking me produced came on quick, but was short-lived. By the time your car pulls into your driveway, you’re lethargic again. I sense this and think fast, taking off my sports bra as we walk towards your front door. “Holy shit, Ashlee! The neighbors will see.”
“Then move quickly, babe. Let’s get naked. We need to shower.” You fumble around looking for the key. My spandex shorts are on the ground before the door is opened. I throw my arms around you as we enter your house. I reach for your cock and massage it through your thin gym shorts. You try to pull me to the couch in the living room, but I resist. I insist that we shower first.
In the shower, I soap up your entire body as the hot water beats down on us. I worked you hard today; this is your reward. You stand there, tired, horny, and increasingly impatient. I turn you around so that I can lather up your back. When I get to your ass, I rub in-between your cheeks with the bar of soap before dropping it, causing a thud sound. My middle finger traces the crack of your ass from the top down. When it gets to the bottom, you feel it sneaking its way between those tight cheeks. Soon it shoots straight up, deep inside of you. Your whole body convulses as your interior muscles tighten around my finger.
I spend the next several minutes dishing you intense pleasure by finger fucking you. I press my soapy tits against your back, wrapping my free hand around your chest. I kiss the back of your neck, driving you even wilder. “Oh, Ashlee, I need you!”
“That’s what I needed to hear,” I say as I pull my finger out of your slick ass. I kiss your neck once more as you feel my hand reach for your cock. It’s as hard as a lead pipe. I run two fingers back and forth on the tip and play with the head before gripping your shaft. I begin to pump; you begin to moan. Soon your breathing stops. Your hips lunge forward as you try to fuck the steamy air. My hand is pumping fast now as a gusher of cum shoots out onto the shower floor.
You fall to the ground as the water is still raining down on you. I step out of the shower to get you a towel and when I return, I turn the water off and wrap you in it. I take you by the hand and walk you to the bedroom. I tuck you snugly into bed, kiss you on the forehead, and softly utter, “Thank you for being such a good boy today, baby.”
“Good boys always get their reward.”
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Monday morning, you’re just getting settled in at your desk in your home office. You’re waiting for your computer to boot up when I text you. “When will you be done working today?”
“Around 5:00 p.m. I suppose. Why? What’s up?” you reply.
I decided to just pick up the phone and call you. I explain that I really want to give you a slow, erotic hand job. I’ve been fantasizing about it for days now and I like the thought of experiencing your cock after you’ve already been turned on for a while. When you’re already aroused it’s raging hard, the head is a proud shade of purple, and the rim is ultra-sensitive to my touch.
“Meet me at the supermarket downtown and text me when you’re in the store.” For the rest of the day you find it impossible to focus on work. As you replay my words in your mind, it makes it tremendously hard to think straight.
You attempt to make a few calls and try to occupy yourself by checking your emails to ensure that nothing is blowing up whilst you are enthralled in your own tawdry thoughts. They announce on the news that the stimulus will be arriving in a few weeks. However, you are far more excited about the stimulus that I’ll be delivering much sooner!
At 4:59 you’ve already logged off for the day, staring at the clock, silently cheering for the final 60 seconds to arrive faster. When the clock strikes, so do you. At lunch time with your wife you planted the seed for your needing to brave the apocalypse and run to the market when your work is completed. She wanted to come with you, but she backed down when you insisted that it’s safer for her to just stay at home (pfft).
You weave through traffic like a champ, taking a huge chance on getting a speeding ticket. At last, you’re at the store and you text me find out where I am. I reply and tell you that I’m in the single stall handicap rest room and to knock twice when you’re outside the door.
I open the door for you a few moments later and you pounce on me like a cheetah. Our lips meet for a passionate kiss. I feel your hands feverishly roaming my body. Your erection is pulsing against my stomach because you are so much taller than me. You start to lift my blouse up when I stop you. “No, babe, I’m here to give you a hand job. That’s how I want to make you cum today.”
You don’t protest in the slightest as I reach for your belt. I pull it loose and ambush your pants. I start to struggle with the zipper when you try to help me out. “Babe”, I giggle, “I got this. Let me do it. I’ve been dreaming of taking your cock out myself! The last thing I want is to be denied that privilege.”
I crouch to my knees as I pull your pants down to your ankles. I feel your hand on the top of my head, as you jockey for position to steady yourself. I pull your boxer briefs down and your hand gently motions my face towards your engorged cock.
I take the head into my mouth for just a few seconds and leave my saliva dripping off of it. To your disappointment, I stand up. I see the deflation in your face. I kiss you again. “I want you to stare into my eyes, baby. Please don’t close them. I want you to watch me.”
I place my hand in the middle of your chest and gently push you backwards against the tiled wall. My right hand finds your cock again. It’s as straight as an arrow, and as hard as stone. I wrap my fingers around the meatiest part of your shaft. Your cock is a very impressive muscle when you’re fully erect!
It’s throbbing in my hand even before I start to jerk it, and jerk it, I do. I slowly pump your dick back and forth. I gradually speed up as I strengthen my grip around your girth. Our eyes remain locked the entire time, as I work my knowing hand to its full potential. I can tell what you’re thinking just by your glaring gaze. You’re horny as hell, then ravenous, and then finally, you’re beaten. You no longer have any will whatsoever, as my hand delivers the ecstasy that’s been consuming your brain power all day.
Your stimulus cums immediately with me, lover…
It’s time to call me and claim it!
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