Have you ever wondered what it is about the word “free” that we are so drawn to? Even as a child, I remember begging for the cereal boxes that contained a free prize inside, never mind if I actually liked the cereal or not. Every day thousands of people make phone calls, purchases, or show up to places for the promise of a “free” gift. Most of us at one time or another have also probably been roped in by a “free” trial of some sort as well.

What do all these things have in common though, aside from the allure of the word “free” appearing somewhere in the price? In the end, none of them are really free at all. That free toy (that broke within a day) amounts to a week of suffering through a cereal you didn’t even care for just the chance to retrieve the next hokey toy inside the next box.

That colorful flashing ad for free phone sex looked enticing, didn’t it? The word “free” lured you in and you ended up dropping $150.00 bucks upfront to shave a mere $20.00 bucks off of the total. The ad looked good and sounded good but, she certainly didn’t! So you ended up hanging up on her not even ten minutes into the call.

If there is one thing I’ve learned since my “free toy inside the box” days, it’s that you get what you pay for. Whether it’s a car, a bottle of wine, an electronic device, or a phone sex call, in the end, quality always comes with a price tag and it is never “free.” A skilled professional will always cost a tad more as well. There is a vast difference between a highly skilled doctor or lawyer and the sub-par ones appearing on T.V. offering a free consultation.

The same goes for phone sex. There are a ton of websites out there that advertise free this and free that, but let’s take a closer look at what you are (not) actually getting. Those alleged “free” minutes they offer might sound appealing at first, but is the person on the other end of the line really going to meet your needs? Did you get hit for an additional “processing fee” that was conveniently not disclosed on their sparkling banner ad?

Do they have the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard? How easily are they going to be able to tap into your likes and dislikes? Can they effortlessly surprise and delight you with a new twist on your fantasies? Hell, are they even going to remember your name 5 minutes after you hang up? The quality you are going to get amounts to little more than the flimsy, plastic trinket that came in those cereal boxes and the amusement will wear off just as quickly as you dialed their number when you saw the word “free” flashing.

I, on the other hand, am the real deal. Think of me as a real live toy that is built to last! A toy that every kid on the block wishes he could play with. A shiny toy equipped with all the bells and whistles that is capable of doing multiple things properly. A quality toy that is custom built just for you!

I don’t resort to gimmicks or tricks to try and swindle anyone out of a few dollars and I don’t offer specials because I AM special. The level of quality you get with me is unparalleled. I am a REAL, live, beautiful woman and the life and desires I share with you are indeed about my REAL life and authentic desires.

I challenge you to find a woman on earth with a voice as sensual as mine. You will not experience another woman with a mind as creative as mine either. I alone possess the ability to hit the target every single time you call. There simply isn’t a woman in this industry that will invest as deeply in our time together as I do. That is not an opinion, it’s a fact!

So, the next time you see a “free” blinking ad, ask yourself what you are really getting. I guarantee it won’t be the biggest or the best blast of cum that has ever escaped your balls.

For that, you’ll have to call me!

As you can imagine, I get asked about my breasts on a regular basis. Whether they admit it or not, it’s probably the first thing most people notice about me, regardless of their being male or female. The funny thing is that other women are definitely the most curious. Even in public, they often can’t contain themselves from abruptly asking “Are your boobs real?” I can’t help but retort with a quip of the NOYFB variety such as “Define real?” or “If by real you mean really fabulous, then that’s rather obvious, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t really bother me when women simply ask about them, it’s the jealousy that I can see written all over their faces and inflected in their body language as they attempt to procure my attention in hopes of having a full on conversation about them that grows a bit tiresome for me. Women can be so petty and needy, it’s ridiculous. I admit that I take pride in their feelings of inferiority when they are near me. What woman wouldn’t feel a bit insignificant when put up against a divine beauty of my magnitude?  Oddly, I pity them a bit too, it must be quite a slap in the face witnessing firsthand that I have so much more to offer the opposite sex than they do.

I have always preferred the company of men. Men are so much more straightforward and genuine. They never hesitate to show their attraction or appreciation. I consider displaying my tits the very least I can do for the men of the world. Besides, It arouses me to no end knowing that my girls are capable of making cocks everywhere rise up and salute them!

Most men could care less if they are real or not. Being able to suck on them, reaching up to squeeze them while I’m riding their cock, or simply being able to see them bounce when I’m wearing a tight top – that’s real enough for them.

So in the end, does it even really matter if they were “enhanced” or not? Would that make them any less beautiful or commanding?

Just look at my gorgeous tits and I’m sure you will cum to your own conclusions.

Lately, the temperature has really been going up and I can’t help but think back to my recent trip to New Mexico. I was invited by my bestie, Susan, who I’ve known since high school, to come visit her in her new home where she lives with her husband Tom. I hadn’t been to New Mexico in years and I was really excited to spend some time with Susan. She is always so much fun and boy, the stories I could tell about the trouble we used to get into! That was years ago though and all we had planned for this visit was to have a good time together catching up and sharing some laughs over a few cold drinks.

Susan and Tom’s home was absolutely beautiful. Nestled in the hills, it had a sprawling patio and pool area with an amazing view. Most of the patio was shaded and the large ceiling fan did a great job of creating a welcoming breeze. We spent a lot of time that first evening sitting out there, recanting memories and enjoying a bottle (or three) of wine. Susan was just as vivacious as I remembered her and as the wine flowed, we fell easily back into our old flirty banter and girlish giggles.

The next day she and Tom both had to work, so I spent the morning leisurely curled up with a good book in a chaise lounge on the patio. As the afternoon approached and the sun began to beat down around me, I found myself eyeing the pool more and more. Susan hadn’t mentioned that they had a pool, so I hadn’t thought to bring a swimsuit with me. I pondered borrowing one of her suits (I knew she wouldn’t mind), but in the end, her bikini tops proved to be a tad too small. So I decided to take advantage of the fact that I was on vacation and in a very private backyard. Besides, I always avoid tan lines whenever I can. Then I threw caution to the wind and decided to go skinny dipping!

I still remember how incredible the water felt as I dove in completely nude. The sensual feeling of the cool water rushing against every inch of my hot thirsty body gave me goose bumps. It felt absolutely divine and so I lingered there in the pool, floating on my back and feeling the hot summer sun on my breasts. Eventually, I decided to get out and fix some lunch and make myself more presentable for when Susan and Tom got home from work.

As I was climbing out of the pool and enjoying the feeling of the water slowly dripping off of me, I was startled by a loud splash behind me. It was Susan and Tom! They both had arranged to leave work early and happened to catch me in the throes of my sensual little swim. The shock of seeing them both home so early was quickly replaced by the shock of realizing that they too, had jumped in completely naked, leaving their clothes scattered along the patio at the other end of the pool.

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. That was so like Susan – but Tom? I have to admit that surprised me a bit! He was always a bit quieter, but I had always suspected something more lurked behind his subtle charm and capricious demeanor. I smiled at their antics as I slinked back into the water and made my way towards them. Susan laughed with me and then said with a sly grin, “You didn’t think we’d let you get away with skinny dipping alone, did you?”

As we all laughed about their little surprise, I couldn’t help but notice Tom’s body so close to mine. I knew he was fit, but I was stunned to see exactly how toned he really was when he was in the buff. Instinctively, my eyes wandered down his chest and flat stomach to what could only be described as a rock hard erection. I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting to risk offending them and found that Tom was eyeing me just as intently as I had him. Susan slid up next to me in the water and asked, “Do you like what you see? I know Tom definitely does.” She then slid her arms around me and gracefully cupped my breasts.

I admitted that yes, I did in fact, like what I saw and she began to giggle. “I so hoped you would she purred.” She now began slowly kissing my neck as Tom watched and told me how he had wanted me from the first moment we met. Susan knew this and said that she couldn’t think of a better time to share him with me. I was momentarily speechless. Susan and I had always shared everything, but I never imagined we’d be sharing Tom!

Slowly Tom made his way towards me, gently stroking his cock as he watched Susan and I touching each other. Then he carefully lifted my legs around him as Susan held onto me from behind, still gingerly running her fingertips over my erect nipples. He pushed his steel rod against me and at first; I feared he may be too big. But with a gentle thrust, he slid it deep inside of me and I gasped. Arching my back, I threw my head back onto Susan’s shoulder as I felt the enormity of his cock inside me. My glances through the water did not do justice to the heft and girth of his size.

I turned my head and began slowly making out with Susan as Tom placed his hands firmly on my ass and began fucking me hard while I was in the arms of his wife. I felt her tongue playfully dancing against mine as we kissed more deeply and her hands began to tighten their grip on my breasts. I could tell that she was just as turned on as I was and I slid my hand down behind me to find her clit and started rubbing it in sync with Tom’s thrusts. She moaned with her lips against mine and that was all it took for Tom to lose control completely. With a few more powerful thrusts, he came hard inside me and I let myself go into euphoria with him – taking Susan along with me for the ride.

Afterwards, we all stayed there for a moment, breathless and in awe of what had just occurred. After a moment, Susan looked at me and we both burst out laughing, “Ready for round two she asked?”

That was my Susan, always up for anything and apparently so was Tom. None of us got much sleep during my visit, but by the time we parted, we were all most definitely satisfied. It’s no wonder they call New Mexico the Land of Enchantment!

Call me, I promise to leave you enchanted too.

As much as I love that you think of me when you cum, I know I’m not the only one that is capable of making you cum. Somewhere there’s another girl, one you’ve likely never told anyone about. She is a special girl that never ceases to stir up a response when she does cross your mind. She might be the babysitter that sends a thrill of excitement down your spine when she shows up to watch the kids for your “date night” with the wife, or the cheerleader next door that’s always practicing in her skimpy little skirt in her backyard. Is it your son’s girlfriend that he’s always bringing around in her short shorts and crop tops? Your wife’s younger, firmer sister that makes your cock hard every time she brushes up against you?

Or maybe it’s your wife herself, but the version of her you knew years ago when she was still tight and eager. Perhaps your secret fantasy girl is locked away in your mind because she falls into the “can’t happen zone?” Someone from an earlier time that is still so vivid in your thoughts you could almost touch her. Was she your high school sweetheart or the popular girl that was totally out of your league? Her pretty little details etched so well in your memory from countless nights of fantasizing. When you see me wearing ponytails does it take you back to thoughts of her? I’m ok with reminding you of someone else; in fact, I hope I do.

Whoever she is, you don’t have to hide her from me. Not only will I not judge you for your youthful fantasies, I can help you bring them more to life than ever before. I love role-playing, and I’m very good at it. What happens between us stays between us. Doing a phone sex call with yours truly allows you to have your cake and it too! I can be your secret fuck crush and nobody but you and I need to know who I’m representing or how horny she really makes you. You can have your way with her vicariously through me and never have to feel guilty about it.

Give me a call and tell me about her babe. Let me bring her to life for you in a way you never thought possible.

It’s okay to be tempted by the fruit of another.

Earlier this week I ran into an old friend that I used to work with. Seeing her in itself was not all that thrilling, but it did briefly take me back to where we used to work and how I attained that particular job. Imagine, if you will, me at 24. I was every bit as sensual and visually arresting as I am today, and I was on the hunt for a new position with better…”Benefits.”

Finding a job has never really been that difficult for me. My powers of persuasion have always served me well. Those same powers are also what helped me convince my friend to line up an interview for me. This was for a position we both knew I was nowhere near qualified for. A small, but very profitable, financial firm was hiring for a new personal assistant to one of their Vice Presidents. The qualifications list was extensive, and I didn’t meet half of the requirements, but when have you known yours truly to let silly little details like that get in the way of what I want?

I knew going into the meeting that I had big shoes to fill, so I had every intention of flaunting all of my assets!  After carefully selecting every item from my peep-toed pumps to my glistening lip gloss, I arrived positively dripping in sensuality.  Ignoring the resentful glares from the frumpy temp at the front desk, I sauntered into the VP’s office owning my confidence and proudly wearing my tits. It was no surprise that I  was met with exactly the reaction I expected.

Scribbling on a notepad he did not look up right away. “Ashlee, I understand you’re interested in…” his jaw dropped as he caught sight of me. Frozen in silence, he surveyed my curves that were accentuated even more by my formfitting summer dress. He tried not to salivate as he attempted to compose his reaction (ahem…”Erection” that was evident even from behind his desk.)

“I’m hoping you have a position for me” I said with a coy smile as I slid into the chair across from him. He stammered for a moment, and replied “Yes, of course. A position…he uttered.” Shuffling a few things around on his desk, he commented that he did not seem to have a resume for me. “Is that really necessary?” I asked, leaning forward slightly to afford him a better view of my heaving cleavage.

“Well, I suppose not” he murmured before loosening his tie a bit in attempt to come off as cool and collected. I studied him across the desk, noticing the perspiration forming on his brow. There I was, not 5 minutes in and I already knew I had him.

Having done my research beforehand, I had a pretty good idea of what kind of man I was dealing with. He was Middle-aged, attractive, hard-working and quite successful. He was married to a typical suburban housewife who he likely thought was hot (Okay, I embellished a bit “Lukewarm”) at one time. But now she only put out on his birthday or after a few too many drinks at the office Christmas party. Even when she did gift him with sex (her word, not mine!) it seemed contrived and awkward.

On paper he appeared to have it all. The trouble was that he was lonely, overworked and underappreciated. It turns out that I was indeed qualified for the position. In fact, I was qualified for many different positions!

Give me a call…I just love expanding my resume (wink!)

Have I ever mentioned to you my favorite time of day?  Well, to be fair, I have more than one. However, at the top of my list sits those first hazy few minutes right after I wake up in the morning. I’ve always found it so fascinating how just upon waking, nothing is quite real yet. Practical thoughts of errands to run or responsibilities to fulfill haven’t yet entered my mind and even my body itself, hasn’t fully reported in from slumber.

Those moments, those precious dream-like moments, are so often when I think of you. In that sweet space between full sleep and wakefulness, anything can feel real. They are full of possibilities and sensation, and this morning was no exception.

It began like it always does. I slowly become aware of the golden glow through my closed eyelids. The feel of my cool cotton sheets against my bare skin and the warmth emanating from my body. Not yet fully awake, I can almost smell your aftershave lingering in the air and the presence of your body next to me.

I keep my eyes closed and slowly trace a finger along the curve of my breast, feeling the tingle that it spreads awakens my desire. A torrent of yearning washes over my body as I imagine your hand touching me. I remember the things you love to whisper to me in the heat of our passion. Stretching languidly, I arch my back slightly as I continue tracing down my body to the soft mound between my thighs that is now pleading for attention.

In that moment, I could still feel your kiss on my lips. I run my tongue along my lips to savor the remnants of your tongue connecting with mine. I could almost feel you, pressed firmly against me with your pulsing cock as I slipped a finger into my pussy and moaned your name.

Can you picture it baby? How erotic I must have looked in the morning light? How sensual I sounded as spontaneous moans escaped from my mouth? And finally, how my entire body shuddered as I came so deeply?

Do you have a favorite time of the day, babe?

Call me; I will redefine “Favorite.”