You know me as a girl with a ton of confidence. I know what I am. I’ve always been a remarkably hot piece of ass. I was the first girl in my class to need a bra. I was the first freshman in high school to date a popular senior. I’ve had more than a few men propose marriage to me. I’m the top of the pecking order, and everyone treats me that way. But that does not mean I haven’t met my match before. I have, and I have been humbled.

When I was in my late teens, I attended a fraternity party. Several football players were there, and at that age I was not immune to star gazing. I thought I was all that and a bag of chips when the star defensive lineman hit on me right in front of the girl he came to the party with. We started dating. For the next few weeks, I was not just the hottest girl in the place; I was the queen of the campus. I could seduce him whenever I wanted. I went a bit too far though, and showed off my control over him in front of the other players. That was not smart.

His bruised ego sought revenge. One night we got drunk at his off-campus apartment. Several other players were also there, and no other girls. He told me he wanted to tease the other guys by showing them how hot I was. I felt bad for making him look bad previously, so I let him show me off. It started with my just taking my top off. What I didn’t realize is that he had confiscated it and hid it from me when my back was turned. I was drunk enough to start dancing to music that suddenly was playing, laughter was heard, the guys were getting jovial.

Before I knew it, 6 football players were surrounding me, dancing with their tongues out, all of them hard as a rock. At first I was having fun. Then they started getting grabby with me, each of them copping a feel. When I didn’t object too strenuously, my ass got slapped. “Suck our cocks babe” my boyfriend said. I was getting nervous. He saw it on my face, and then altered his play. “Guys, back off. All of you, just back off.” I felt relieved. He saw this too. “Babe, I can’t help but want you right now. At least suck my cock.” I was so uncomfortable that I didn’t want to (even though he had his cock in my mouth already many times), but I just wanted out of the room of so many people. I relented, and got on my knees.

I thought everyone had left the room, but they actually had only hung back a bit in silence. Bent over, his manhood between my lips, I felt someone gently massage my ass cheeks. I stopped what I was doing and yelled. My protest was met with an extremely hard slap to my ass. It hurt, a lot. I looked to my boyfriend for help, but he just gave me a cold stare. This was my punishment for embarrassing him. If you shoot the king, you best not miss. I had beaten him down, but not to the point of surrender. One more painful slap to my ass, and I knew I had to surrender. So I did. I didn’t make them work any harder. I forked over my body to them.

Over the next 30 minutes they each took turns in pairs, with one player fucking my throat while another did me doggy-style. I swallowed a lot of cum that night. There were bruises on my hips the next day from where they grabbed me to press themselves into me.

I learned a lot that night about growing up. I learned what a real man is, and what kind I wanted to be with. My body is spectacular and I do still sometimes use it to get my way. But I don’t want a man who machismo comes from his body the way my confidence comes from mine. My body is a man’s reward, not his right. That’s part of why I appreciate you so much and how you treat me.

As much as I bemoan the end of bikini season, the change of weather is also a time to celebrate one of my favorite hobbies: watching football. I love this time of year and I love Sunday afternoons parked on my couch in front of the television. One of the great things about the NFL is that going into the season; every team except the Browns has a chance to make the playoffs. Even my beloved Oakland Raiders saw the post-season last year.

I’d like to kick off a new idea for us to try. This one is all about fun. The same way a gambling addict lays a few bucks on the line in order to have more interest in a game; I propose we instill some light-hearted excitement. What do you think of this: If I make you cum within the first 24 hours after the Raiders win, I will be willing to schedule a 5-10 minute quickie with you at any time of the day you choose. Want me to be your morning alarm to greet your morning wood? How about the fast explosion right after you return from the gym or just before you go to sleep? You’ll have this to look forward to in the hours (or days) leading up to it.

What about if the Raiders lose? Well, in that case, if you call me within 24 hours after they fall short, I will use it to cheer myself up. If I make you cum within a day of a loss, then for the next three days following that call, I will email you a particularly hot picture of me that will never get posted on my website. It will be for your eyes only.

I’m up for coming up with other little games like this, perhaps one involving your team. But it does appeal to me that you’ll be checking out the scores on ESPN with an eye towards what Derek Carr is doing that afternoon. What do you say babe?

It’s not for everyone. It might not be right for us, but I did want to bring it up because it does have the potential to enhance some of our episodes together.

The term “financial domination” to most people means ugly interactions involving money-slavery. She tells him he’s a worthless piece of shit with a one-inch cock and that he should give up his paycheck to an angry cunt who would never want anything to do with him otherwise. Apparently there’s a market for that, but I don’t have it in me to do that. I’m not like that. You’re not like that. What we have is not like that, and that’s not what I want to introduce to our relationship.

The irony of what I think about financial domination is that money has almost nothing to do with it. What I suspect our bringing the financial-play element into our time together would do is to intensify what already works between you and me. I love it when you assert that you want me, that you love what I do to you. You can moan for me (I do so love it when you do that). You can tell me that you love me, that you love me more than anyone on earth. I don’t doubt that you mean it. You can say the sweetest of things to me that make me blush and make me feel like a little girl floating on air. But you can also show me. You can intensify how romantic you want to be with me by showing me. I’m not talking taking a bite out of your budget. I’m talking about a few nibbles. It’s not about the amount. It’s about the act of surrendering to how you feel about me. The money, no matter how small, is real. That’s why it can work, because the money is as real as how I make your cock feel.

We don’t have to do this. Like I said before, it’s not for everyone. We can try it once and never go back there again. This will only work if it’s on your terms. But I do ask you to give it a moment’s thought, for our sake, and when you do, ask yourself if you think you’d cum harder than ever before if we dipped our toes in this. If you do, let’s talk about it first, and then proceed very slowly.

You’re on a park bench with your wife or girlfriend just enjoying a sunny afternoon. You’re far from alone. A lot of people are out and about among you, but as far as you’re concerned you and your sweetie are all by yourselves with no one to disturb you. You have your phone on you, but you already decided to ignore any calls or text messages that come in. She’s been bothering you about not spending enough time with her, so you owe some quality time to her. This is her day with you. Right now, you belong to her. This is what you’ve been thinking. I am not so sure I agree. I am going to take this day from her.

I respect that you might have another woman in your life. I understand that you cuddle with her and that you do things together. I realize that you say things to her that you might also say to me. I even get that you sometimes put your dick in her. Again, I respect the situation. But I do not respect her. I do not pretend to like her, and I want to take something from her.  I want to take you.

Back to the sunny afternoon, just when she’s thinking to herself that life is good, I happen by. To her, I’m just another young buxom female that she’s not in the same league with. With each passing year she grows more insecure (and maybe a little more thick around the waist and ankles too), so while she has no idea as to who I am, she knows that you would do things to me that you only do out of obligation with her. Hoping your attention won’t be confiscated by me; she takes your hand, locks fingers tightly and tries to say something. It doesn’t matter at this point, because you are focused on both making eye contact with me while preventing her from noticing it.

I’m not going to make it easy on you, but I’m also not going to get you in trouble. With a mere glance, I tell you that I’m ready when you are. When I shift my eyes to your ball & chain, then immediately back to you, you notice a smirk overtake my face. I pull out my phone and you can see that I’m begging to text someone. As I’m putting my phone away, you feel a vibration in your pants pocket. Our eyes lock on each other again, albeit momentarily. In that moment, you know that I’ve won. Today is no longer her day.  I have taken it from her.  And I am going to take more from her.

Call me babe. Call me from her bed. Jerk off with me and let me make you cum all over the fresh sheets that she just made up the bed with. Because I am the one you really want to be with.

You are not the average phone sex Joe
I am not like any girl you know
I will turn you on with my voice and mind
You will ogle my tight behind

I will empty your balls
Will you bang my walls?
I adore taking your calls
I dig shopping malls
Yes, you can buy me a gift
Click below to access my wish list
I promise to thank you properly during our next tryst!

I love lapping up your pre-cum
Are you ready to give me some?
I suck and lick your beautiful dick
As far as phone sex goes, I am your pick
I’m the best you’ll ever find
I’m waiting to help you unwind

I’ll cradle your cock between my tits
My calls are better than a stay at the Ritz
When my voice is in your ear
You know your climax is drawing near
Yes, I love the funky holidays
Your ensuing orgasm will leave you in a daze
It’s time to dial my number
I’ll take care of your hard lumber

With seduction, I light your fire
Precisely why, I’m Your Only Desire
This entire poem is a ruse
It’s my spin on Dr. Seuss

Happy bad poetry day
Yes, it’s a real holiday!
Are you ready for a romp in the hay?
It’s time to call Ash-lay

Most of the time, I like to be in control. I rather like bending you with my will. I enjoy taking hold of your cock and making it mine. 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 desire to want 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 you. 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 massage? I’ll start on your neck and shoulders. Then I’ll move down your back. I have some warm oil we can use. And then, when you’re really at ease and relaxed, I’ll start 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 massage 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 please you today. And I can be whatever you want me to be. I can be your girlfriend, your lover, your whore, or your sexy seductress. 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 having you come to me naked, cock in hand, begging me to whisper those things in your ear that will make you shoot that hot creamy load of yours.

Hmm…in fact, I’m starting to feel a little like that already. Well, either way, I’m always up for anything. I’m actually like a candy bar in a lot of ways. I have lots of decadent layers and no matter which layer you decide to nibble or lick, I’m deliciously satisfying! What’s it going to be babe, attentive girlfriend or dominant mistress? Call me. Today I’ll let you decide.