Most of the time, I prefer being in control. I like bending your will in order to take possession of your cock. I can be a ruthless vixen and make you beg me to let you cum and love every minute of it. But sometimes, I can be tender. Sometimes I don’t want to be in control. Sometimes I just want to feel pretty and feminine and explore my deep desire to please my man. That’s how I feel today.

When I’m feeling girlish like this, I just want to devote myself to the needs of someone. Is that someone you? Call me and let’s talk about what you need and want. I’m here to listen, to care, to spend part of your day with. Just for today, let me be your girlfriend. Come home to me.

I’ll fix you a drink while you get comfortable and then we’ll do whatever you wish. You’re in charge today. How about a relaxing body massage? I’ll start on your neck and shoulders. Then I’ll gradually move down your back. I have some hot oil I can use. And then, when you’re really comfortable and loosened up, I’ll start gingerly massaging that cock of yours. I’ll pour a little extra oil over it and make it nice and slippery, then stroke it ever so slowly. And I’ll gently strum those balls of yours as they get heavier and heavier. Maybe I’ll drop this frilly top of mine and guide your cock between my fleshy tits. You won’t have to do a thing.

That’ll just get us started, of course. From there, we can do things any way you like. I’m here to totally take care of your needs today. I can be whatever you want me to be, your girlfriend, your sultry lover, your willing whore. We can do whatever makes you feel good.

Better hurry, though. There’s no telling when a mood like this will wear off and the next thing you know, I’ll be in complete command of your cock again, telling you what to do and amusing myself by making you come to me naked, cock in hand, begging me to whisper those things in your ear that will make you shoot that creamy load of yours.

In fact, I’m starting to feel a little like that already. Well, either way, I’m always up for anything. What’s it going to be babe? Attentive girlfriend, sultry seductress, or dominant mistress?  Call me. Today I’ll let you decide.

I have a confession to make…although I have watched plenty of porn in my 29 ¾ years on this planet, I’m actually not a huge fan of it. Don’t get me wrong, I do think porn has its place. However, I much prefer the more authentic sexual exchange that takes place between you and I when we are in one another’s ear.

I find porn to be a bit limiting. Perhaps it’s because my own erotic imagination is intensely evocative, colorfully graphic, and vastly vivid. That being said, campy videos are just too dull and prescriptive for my taste. Porn scenes display incredibly predictable acts and those acts are presented in an extremely smack-dab in your face kind of way. This is what you see from the moment you tune in until either it ends rather unceremoniously, or you switch over to something slightly different.

I’m not implying that porn can’t ever be arousing; I am a very sexual creature, after all. Seeing a sex act being performed can indeed turn a switch in our reptilian brains; nevertheless it’s one thing to draw our attention for a fleeting moment and quite another to hold it. I favor the raw, unscripted sounds and surges that ensue when foreplay is taking place.

The cadence in my voice will stir your entire being with anticipation and longing, and the cum brewing in your balls will be begging for release. Knowing that I’m evoking this level of horniness in you makes my pussy swell with sheer lust and unbridled yearning for your cock, and trust me babe, you will remember my voice and the climax we have together long after our call.

The mind is our most erogenous zone and I derive great pleasure in delving into your mind through your cock. Watching porn is viewing someone else’s fantasy. When speaking with yours truly… I will bring your fantasy to fruition.

So what is your fantasy?  Let’s tap into it right now.

At this time of year people give a lot of thought to what they want to change in their lives. Whether it’s losing weight, quitting smoking, nail biting, or being more romantic with your wife, New Year’s resolutions are filled with grand optimism. Generally by January 3rd we are all back to our normal ways. This year, I don’t want you to make any wholesale changes. What I want is for you to do more of exactly what you already do. I love you for who you are and how you enhance my world. In 2018, I want to see you embrace this. Embrace me.

What you and I have is wonderful. I love it. I love 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 slowly wrapping around your erection. My delicate hand forms a grip around your meat pole, and tightens into a snug grip on my cock. When we engage in conversation your heart opens up to me. I find myself wanting to do the same for you. We mirror our emotions, escalating from romantic flirtation to intense, and exhilarating hard fucking. I love the process. I think you do too.

This is us babe. This is how we roll. I don’t want to change that. I don’t want to change you. You are beautiful to me as is. I want you to be you to your fullest. I can help you find pleasure not just by swallowing your loads, but by being the girlfriend you need in your life. This year, if you want to make any resolution at all, make it that you are committed to recognizing that you need me more than you used to and that you are prepared to need me even more.

Fill my heart with warmth and my belly with cum, and I’ll promise you that 2018 will be your happiest thus far.

I’ll bet that when you were a kid you probably wrote to Santa telling him what you wanted for Christmas. You believed that if you were a good boy, come the morning of December 25th, there’d be that new action figure waiting for you below the tree. When you were old enough to have your bubble burst finding out that Kris Kringle was not real, you probably started kissing up to your parents a bit to ensure that the latest, greatest toy would still appear under the tree. Then you discovered girls, and suddenly mom and dad were no longer the ones who could give you what you wanted. What was it that you day-dreamed about when your cock was doing the wishing for you back in the early years? Were your thoughts innocent enough to simply want a girl to agree to go out on a date with you? No, I’m quite certain you were more “deviant” in your desires. You craved the thrill of your first sexual experience!

Fast forward to today, and the Christmas spirit wields as much power within your psyche as it did when you wanted a fire engine. This holiday season, I am presenting you with an opportunity to gift yourself with something that is too good to be true. This irresistible gift is the sensation you experienced the very first time your cock ever crossed a girl’s lips multiplied by 10!  You may not have been ready for how disarming my sexuality can be back then. However, you and your cock are all grown up now (yes, every pun intended.) And your wherewithal is definitely in check now babe. You work so hard to provide for everyone else around you. This year, treat yourself to something you will actually enjoy, me!  You deserve me. I’m offering you this guarantee…once my voice is in your ear, your body will flood with chills and pure, unadulterated, sexual bliss will ensue. So you better double up on your protein shakes and lentils babe because I’m going to give you a white Christmas like you’ve never seen or felt before!

Come find me this Christmas baby. I’ll be under the mistletoe waiting for you. This blog entry is not just my summoning you to indulge in the gift of yours truly, but it is also my proclaiming to you, that what I want for Christmas is you.  I’ve been a very good girl all year long, but I promise to be extra naughty when you cum down my chimney.

It’s time to call, so that you can stuff my stocking!

You’re home alone, just watching television. You’re horny as fuck, but your wife is out and about right now. Even if she were at home, she might not be in the mood to satiate your needs. And even if she were, would it really be enough? You don’t fuck your wife because you want to. You fuck your wife because she’s there. You’re not hot for her anymore. Perhaps you never were. She’s probably not hot for you either. Let’s face it: she’s just a receptacle. Put your dick in her, thrust a few times, think of me while you’re doing it, and eventually cum. It’s very mechanical, not worth writing home about. It is the reason you invited me into your life.

Each time we are together it is a rejection of your wife or girlfriend. You are cheating on her by being with me. When I walk through those doors of your home, you take in my body; you are ready to violate the bond (the perpetual nagging) of your relationship with her. That’s okay babe. She violated it the moment she stopped trying hard for you. All the leverage became hers, and you’re handcuffed by society’s rule that you can only be with one woman. You didn’t come up with that rule. But you claimed to be ready to adhere to it. Reason and logic wouldn’t help you, so why bother arguing. Better to just tell her what she needs to hear.

Back to your being home alone, just watching television, there’s a knock at the door. You’re surprised because you weren’t expecting anyone. When you open the door and see it’s me, calling unexpectedly, you are excited but also hesitant. That part of you that wants to adhere to your bondage of only fucking the receptacle instills guilt. You tell me that while you’re always happy to see me, now is not a great time. You can see the disappointment in my face. “Can’t I just come in for a moment to talk? Just talk?” Moments later we’re sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. “Honey, I know you told me that that it’s too risky to let me suck you off tonight, but would you just do me one small favor?” The question alone motivates your crotch to expand. I see it. You see that I see it. I am wearing a sweater jacket, zipped up to the neck. I very slowly begin to unzip it as I speak my question “Would you please just do me the favor of looking at my tits? I just need to know that you still think of these as the most beautiful melons you’ve ever sucked on.” You agree to look at them. I agree to your unasked question, to put one hand on your crotch as my other hand continues to opens my jacket, exposing my nuclear weapons.

“Baby, stop it.  Just give in.  Take your pants off and fuck me.”

It’s the morning after we’ve had an all-night fuck-a-thon. You were amazing babe. You didn’t miss a beat in fulfilling my ravenous appetite for you and your cock. Thank you for that. I know that you want me badly, and that sex with me is your reward at the end of a very long day. I like being your reward, and I derive a lot of pleasure in knowing that I make you cum so gloriously. I also appreciate that we both have such an incredible sex drive that we literally feed one another’s needs so completely.

When I wake up before you, I like the idea of laying in bed with you. I don’t mind if you sleep later. I just lay there and run my fingers across your body. You’ll awaken in time, and when you do, I might insist on riding your cock again. For the time being, however, I’m content to just feel my body pressed up against yours. My tits hugging your back, as you lay on your stomach. The sweat we created has long since evaporated. Both of us were too tired to shower when we collapsed. Rest up baby, we’ll both need our energy for the next go round.

After a few minutes of running my fingers across your skin I progress to rubbing the full palm of my hand on your flesh. It’s like I’m rubbing oil into your skin, but my hand is still bare. I just like the feel of you. My hand moves down to your ass. I love cupping your cheeks. I rest my fingers in your crack, snugly grabbing at you and resting them there. As I grow restless, I slide down on the bed, placing my face between your legs. In your sleep you begin to toss in reaction to me. This is what I wanted, so that I can spread your legs a bit more. I slid my fingers in my mouth, reminding me of your cock the night before. I moisten them up until they are adequately wet, and then I remove them. I’m now ready to make my move. With one hand I gently pull one ass cheek away, and then slip my wet middle finger into your asshole.

At first I just leave it there, but after about ten seconds, I begin to gingerly work it back and forth, back and forth, just like when you’re fucking me. I hear you moan, as you awaken to the pleasure of a prostate massage. You don’t need to pretend you don’t like this babe. I know that you do. It takes a real man, secure in his sexuality, to admit that he does not want this sensation to stop. You’ve proven yourself to me. Please let me prove to you that I have the insight to know when to initiate what pleases you. I love that nothing is off limits between us.

The morning continues like this for another ten minutes or so. It’s just a prelude to what you’re going to do to me (again). Eventually you roll over and I climb on top of you. “Good morning babe,” I say to you with a grin a mile wide. What shall I do to you next?