Sometimes a picture says it all.  I enjoy writing these blog entries because it’s a chance for me to give you some insight into my world. To demonstrate who I am, what I like, and how I think. However, photos definitely help convey my thoughts as well as provide you with some visual stimulation. You get to see me in different poses and different moods and sometimes there’s a picture that expresses more than I could ever say with a facial expression or with mere words alone. This picture is a great example. As I’m sitting here writing, I’m growing very curious to know what you’re thinking.

What do you see when you look at this photograph? Maybe you see a sexy woman, confident and powerful. A woman who knows she’s hot enough to bare it all and isn’t afraid to show it. A woman who knows no boundaries and can draw you in from every angle. A woman who’s ready to grab hold of what she wants, take it and make it all hers (and you’d be right.) Maybe you haven’t put much thought into it at all. Your eyes are fixated on the juicy flesh hiding between my legs that is barely covered by the patch of fabric on my little black thong. How much you’d like to see it, touch it, taste it, and perhaps feel it sliding up and down on your long, thick, hard shaft.  Either way, I dig knowing that I’m the object of your attention.

I know enough about psychology to know that we see what we want to see. If you’re drawn to this picture, you’re drawn to it because you love the idea of having an assertive, hot woman who’s taking life by the balls (literally.) You feel it all the way down to your cock. It makes you weak in the knees just thinking about it, thinking about me taking charge, seducing you, and executing my power over your cock.

It’s the idea of surrender that draws you in. Because the idea of your surrender, the notion of my having exactly what it takes to empty your balls, and curl your toes makes me incredibly wet and horny.

Call me. I promise it will feel good babe.

I saw a television commercial the other day that made me think of you. It was advertising a service that brings together married people that want to have an affair. I’m not an expert, but I doubt it works for most people. Too much secrecy is needed and let’s face it, are you really going to trust a woman to keep her mouth shut if things don’t work out? I’ve said it before “You don’t pay a whore to fuck you, you pay her to leave”. Unlike a whore, I leave, but while I’m gone, I remain at the fore-front of your mind. Anyway, I digress.

The commercial begins with a slightly overweight guy waking up in the middle of the night. He doesn’t seem to know where he is. He turns to face the woman sleeping next to him and makes a grisly face as he realizes he went to bed with a three-stomached wildebeest. He slowly and gently gets out of bed, careful not to wake the strange and hideous thing he apparently had sex with after too much alcohol. He can only wonder how many drinks he had before finding her tolerable. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, a light turns on. Suddenly, before a sound is made, he sees a picture on the wall of him and the creature he was just laying with. She’s not some random hook up. She’s his wife, and he’s been sentenced to marriage without parole!

Maybe your wife or girlfriend is not terribly ugly. I’m sure she absolutely does have some redeeming qualities and on rare (extremely rare) occasions she can be fun to be around. But, I want you to admit something to yourself: she’s not an attractive person. She may not be horrid, but she’s not pretty. Your friends don’t fantasize about fucking her, she can’t wear a bikini, and she doesn’t look good naked. If she did, you wouldn’t be here looking at me.

Lucky for you, all is not lost. You’re not going to find the answer, however, on some dating site. I can add mass excitement to your sex life for the first time in a very long time. Let’s start with getting down to business—the business of making you cum, that is. Phone sex with me is not a one night stand. I offer more. I offer you the chance to fall in love with my amazingly hot voice and dazzling disposition. My voice is hotter than the pictures of my tits, even the ones where they’re fully exposed with sweat glistening off of them. You will also find my personality to be a refreshing revelation.

You’ll want to pump your cock harder than you have since you were a teenager. I’ll generate such a frozen rope of cum that you’ll be panting for air afterwards. Once I know you’re hooked on me (which takes a mere 1-2 calls), I’ll introduce you to the idea of having me in your wife’s bed. Soon we’ll graduate to my asking you to leave a puddle of cum in her favorite piece of lingerie (if she still has any). Imagine the thrill you’ll feel when you see that she’s wearing the bra you decorated with the enormous load of cum that I inspired!

Don’t let the mundane, less than enchanting woman in your life rob you of a sex life. Don’t go through the hum-drum motions every single day. It doesn’t start with a call. It already started (you are hard, aren’t you?). Call me. Let’s finish what I started.

One of the longest running themes in what I hear from new callers is that there is a lack of professionalism in the phone sex industry. I am going to use this blog post to expand on this topic a bit. If you have never indulged in a phone sex call with me, I sincerely hope that this information will help you and inspire you to take the plunge. If you are an existing caller, I think you will still find this entry to be an interesting read (it was written by yours truly after all).

I recognize that every caller is a unique individual. Not all callers want to be humiliated and screamed at, called stereo-typical names, and beaten with whips (some do and for you, my cat o’ nine tails is never out of reach)! Being authentic is my method of choice and it has served me well. Being real and approachable from the get-go ultimately lends itself to a lasting connection and a near (ahem…dare I say perfect) call every time.

I enjoy spending the first part of our initial call learning about you. I like discussing your needs, expectations, true desires, short term, and long term goals for the time you and I will be spending together. I am a keen listener and by truly listening (even if you think you’re not saying much) it opens the door to discovery. I thrive on picking up on the little details and desires that have been relegated to the nooks and crannies of your mind.

Being down to earth with you allows you to relax and let down, and it enables me to get a true glimpse of your psycho-sexual personality that you can’t always show to everyone else. You will be astonished by what I can surmise about you during our very first call. Once we are comfy in one another’s ear, a genuine and lasting friendship begins to take shape. And what will ensue from there? My voice will leap from your brain to your cock, and you will cum gloriously!

As you may well imagine, I get my fair share of non-legit inquiries from men who are clearly just seeking a free slice of female attention. I’m an intelligent woman with an incredible amount of intuition. If I’m dubious about a caller, it’s rarely ill-founded. I have been very fortunate to have cultivated such amazing connections doing something I enjoy so much. I’m not a one call wonder. I derive great pleasure in knowing that I am (or soon will be) your only desire.

Quality callers understand that finding a quality phone sex provider can be quite a challenge. And once you’ve found her (me) you, in turn, appreciate her. Just as I, whole-heartedly, appreciate you! And I’m exceedingly grateful that you have such high standards.

I presume that if you’ve read this far, I’ve conjured your curiosity. It’s your move babe, make it wisely (wink).

Only 11 digits separate you from the dream-fuck you’ve been seeking.

Yes, even I will soon graduate from my 20’s and enter the world of adulthood. I say that because someone older and wiser once told me that the day you turn 30, you are an adult in the eyes of the entire world. While most people already regard you as an adult at 29, some still do not. When I turned 29, I bemoaned the idea. Now that turning 30 is fast approaching (next week), I no longer feel apprehensive. Instead I’m going to celebrate being the single hottest piece of ass in my age bracket.

When I was 16, I could make any boy in high school my own. Senior girls were jealous of me at first, but they quickly learned not to try to compete with me. The last thing they wanted to do was motivate me to pursue their boyfriends. When I entered my 20’s instead of boys, men fell all over themselves to get up my skirt. The only thing that has changed since then is that my arrogance has tempered. I no longer need to prove to the world that I’m at the top of the pecking order.

Look into my eyes. They draw you in and tell you things that you’ve never heard before. How about my tits? My beautiful melons will make you do things that you didn’t know you had in you (use your imagination). They were probably why you wanted to meet me in the first place. The single sexiest voice you have ever heard turned your attraction to infatuation. The way I’ve made you cum has taken your feelings for me to another level. When I turn 40, I’ll still be making you cum as hard as I have thus far. I’ve left you panting for air and I’ve had you breaking your back to find time for me. You’ve shown me over and over again that I rock your world. I’ll bet your cock is growing right now as you think on this.

Your girl was put on this earth to capture your eyes, invade your mind, fuel your balls, and funnel blood to your erection. Your cock was given to you to allow me do these things. We are a match made in Heaven. And we will match ourselves, cum for cum, well into the decades.

I’ve heard it said more than once that you don’t pay a hooker to fuck you; you pay her to leave when you’re done. Sex always comes at a price, even if you’re married. The price you’re willing to pay dictates whether or not it’s worth it. If the woman you’re with puts pressure on you to perform or she never leads the way, whether it is sexually or monetarily, sometimes you’re better off not banging her in the first place. Unfortunately, it’s rare to know all of her expectations or how expensive her tastes might be before you bed her for the first time.

You’ve never had to ponder any of those unknowns with me, not even for a moment. On the contrary, my dear; I’d contend that the last phone sex encounter you and I had together trumps the last time you had physical sex. You’ve never worried about the aftermath with me, only about how and when you can get your next taste, and how you can have even more of me. To begin with, I don’t ask you to please me. Sex with me is about your desires and needs, and it’s definitely not ever something you have to contemplate. Being with me is your slice of escapism and reprieve from the anguish and torment that ensues after you are granted the most unsatisfying sex of your life!  Knowing that you are thinking about me and that your cock  grows harder and your balls become heavier with each passing thought about fucking me is a huge turn-on for me.  Just knowing that I’m your only desire stirs me, and hearing how badly you want me sends me over the edge every time. I love connecting with you and I like being your secret (AKA: preferred) girlfriend.

Secondly, we move at your pace, I’m not going to push you any further than you want to be pushed. Just as no one can make your cock as hard as I do, no one else knows the pace at which you need to be pleased better than me. I recognize it in your breathing and I thrive on giving your rigid pole such intense shockwaves. If we need to proceed with baby steps to get you warmed up and ready, that’s fine. You having the courage to call tells me that you want me, and you are always free to steer the conversation wherever you want it to go. I won’t ever speed you up baby, nor will I ever insist you last longer unless you want me too (wink). Give me that cum any time you’re ready. Spray it wherever you need or want to.

Finally, I’m more attractive than any girl you’ve ever laid. You’ve not met a hotter set of tits, let alone been in bed with them!  Your cock will never have the pleasure of being inside a tighter, juicier, more velvety pussy than mine. I’m the girl you want to worship, and I’m the one who is willing to allow it to happen on your schedule and on your terms. With me, sex is an indulgence.  With anyone else, it comes at a price.

The other day one of my girlfriends asked me what I’m attracted to most in a man. At first I thought she wanted to set me up with one of her boyfriend’s pals (no thank you), but it soon became apparent that what she really wanted was for me to ask her the same question in return.

The list of appealing qualities that she demands from her mate includes him being handsome, athletic, having a high income, being intelligent, etc. I suppose her expectations are not totally uncommon, but I think it speaks volumes about her insecurities and how superficial she really is. She’s basically a gold digger. She wants a free ride with a nearly perfect man that can provide her with everything she ever dreamed of. In return she will do no more than lay on her back whenever he rises to the occasion. She probably won’t even do that for him after a short while.

Call it arrogance (I’m fine with that), but I think of myself as being above vanity and insecurities. It’s not about my thinking that I’m more superior, but I am certainly more mature. I know that I’m smart, hard-working, sweet, and of course, hot enough to make you pull down your pants and pump your cock at my leisure. What I most desire in a man is someone who wants to be with me. I want a man that can truly make me feel like I’m a rare pearl in a sea full of oysters.

He can have riches and looks, but if he isn’t all about me, then I can’t be all about him. I don’t insist on a guy who subordinates himself to me (though that does have its positives too), rather I just need to know that “I do it for him” so to speak, and that he’s willing to make me a big part of his life because of who I am. It’s not about having a million dollars, it’s about a man that makes me feel like I’m worth a million dollars.

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, and you know what to do about it. It’s time to hear my voice.