I saw a television commercial the other day that made me think of you. It was advertising a service for bringing together married individuals who want to have an affair.  I’m not an expert, but I doubt it works for most people. Too much secrecy is needed; 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 hooker to fuck you, you pay her to leave afterwards”.  I do leave afterwards, but, unlike a hooker, I also remain at the fore-front of your mind.

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 sloth-like female.  He slowly and gently gets out of bed, careful not to wake the strange and less than attractive woman he apparently had sex with after way too much alcohol.

He can only wonder how many drinks he had before finding her tolerable. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he turns on a light. Suddenly, before a sound is made, he sees a picture on the wall of him and the sloth-like 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 sometimes 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 with me.

Lucky for you, all is not lost. You’re not going to find the answer, however, on some dating site. I can add excitement to your sex life for the first time in a 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.  You don’t pay for a quick blow job call; it wouldn’t be worth it to me.  I charge more because I offer more.  I offer you the chance to fall in love with my incredibly intoxicating voice. My voice is more arresting than all the pictures of my tits combined, even the ones where they’re lubed up and fully exposed (like the one you’re staring at now).

You’ll want to pump your cock harder than you have since you were a teenager.  I’ll generate such a huge frozen rope stream 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 on her favorite garments. Imagine the thrill you’ll feel of cheating when you see that she’s wearing the bra you decorated with the ejaculation I inspired.

Don’t let the mundane, 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 right now, aren’t you?).

Call me.  Let’s finish what I started.

Ashlee 866-605-2544

Finally, Saturday arrives. Your first thought when you wake up is to reach down low and start jerking your cock. But…you think better of it because you want your balls to be nice and full for me. On the other hand (no pun intended), you know that I’ll fill them up for you within minutes of seeing me. You deliberate like this for 10 minutes or so, till you finally make the hard decision (pun intended) to stroke it. You envision my boobs bouncing when you arrive when to pick me up.

Your fantasy gets even better when you see that I’m wearing a tight, clingy tee shirt that hugs my tits like a glove. And that certainly elongates your already engorged cock! You continue to jerk it until you’re about to climax, when suddenly you hear your phone announce an incoming text. It’s from me. “Don’t jerk off today, babe.” But with you so close to cumming, you struggle to follow my request. Relief arrives with my follow up text message that reads “Just kidding, my dear. Have at it all you want. I know I can coax load after load from you all night long.”

You don’t reply to me just yet. The bead of sweat sitting on your forehead dissipates as you return to pleasuring yourself. You close your eyes and see my gorgeous melons bouncing again. You think about your thick dick sliding between them. It’s enough to send you over the edge as you spray a frozen white rope into the air. It splatters down all over you, my first gift to you on this long anticipated Saturday. You catch your breath and text me back “You know me so well, Ash”. Yes, of course I do!
When you come pick me up, I’m wearing precisely the kind of outfit you had jerked off to earlier in the day. My nipples are erect, and my breasts are bouncing the way only firm tits can. They rise and fall with a quick jiggle, stunning your brain into immediate silence.

On the ride down to the beach I’ve got your right hand on my leg as you drive, both of my hands covering it. You remove it from resting on my jeans a few times to enable you to drive properly, but it always returns to the hot spot my fleshy thighs have created right through the denim covering my flesh.
We arrive at the beach house with the sun just beginning to go down. When I enter the bedroom there’s an exquisite diamond necklace resting on the pillow. My eyes get wide, and I just stare at this beautiful piece of jewelry as a thought comes to me that I must live out.

I turn to you, kiss you passionately while looking into your eyes, and know what you are thinking. As you nervously place the necklace on me, and start to tell me you don’t know how you ever got along before meeting me, I shush you. I kiss you again, and drop to my knees. I reach up through the leg of your shorts and squeeze it into steel. With my other hand, I unzip your fly. Finally, I take your shorts off altogether and liberate your cock. It’s chiseled in the most perfect way (like a sculpture in Italy), and I want to make it feel so fucking good!

I take your head into my mouth and concentrate on it for several minutes. With my eyes closed, I reach up for your dangling balls and scoop them up so that I can fondle them. You feel a pleasing cool sensation as my hands lubricate them, all the while your cock is still snugly in my mouth. You’re writhing in pleasure as my lips descend on your shaft until I find the dense base of your cock. My mouth vacuums itself onto your lead pole. I feel your hands grab the back of my head as you throat fuck me. “Holy shit!!” you exclaim as you fire your sperm down my throat.

I want you to call me soon.

Until then, enjoy the build-up of anticipation as memories of me stir things up.

It’s a perfect Saturday night. We’ve both been waiting for it to get here all week long. When you awoke last Sunday morning you started a countdown to this moment.  Every day this week you checked your weather app, hoping to see each time that no rain was on the horizon. You planned every minute of it, spent every night after work cleaning your place to make sure it looked its best for me.

On Monday you masturbated to thinking about the conversation we had when scheduling this rendezvous.  It was my idea to make a date and go out of town somewhere. I was thinking of going for a hike up to the falls. After cooling our bodies off in the refreshing water, we could lay down a blanket and fuck our brains out, so loudly that even, the animals will run scared. But then you came up with the idea to stay overnight on the beach. Seeing my eyes light up, my lips dance their happy smile and my chest begin to heave when you suggested it has been ingrained in your memory. A few hours later, your cock exploded a gusher when you jerked off to thinking about how quickly I said yes to you.

Tuesday arrived and it felt like the weekend was still a world away. Despite stroking your cock dry right before falling asleep, you woke up to your rock hard erection practically puncturing a hole in your mattress. You jacked off twice before getting out of bed—that’s how crazy you were over the thought of me being alone with you in just a few more days!

By Wednesday you were day-dreaming about me at work, imagining what it would be like if I snuck into your bed in the middle of the night while you’re fast asleep, crawl beneath the covers, run my fingers up your inner thigh until they find your balls. I cup them with one hand while the other reaches for your cock. You awaken to my hand tightly wrenched around your shaft as I pump it with all of my might.

On Thursday you were basically useless at work. You couldn’t even pretend to be productive. Anything that could wait until Monday was deemed not worth thinking about. By 2 pm you told everyone you weren’t feeling well and had to go home. You called me as you were driving, begging me to come over and suck your cock. “Absence makes the cock grow harder, dear,” I say, teasing you. After you whined about how hard you are, I finally relented to doing a phone sex call with you. I made you cum harder than you have in years. With my voice in your ear, I brought you to a place no other woman knows exists.

Friday morning you awoke and immediately called in sick again. You knew there was no way you could trudge through another day at work. Instead you got a haircut and a shave. You jerked off again and again to thinking about how tomorrow would go if everything went exactly as planned. You even busted out your new electric razor just to do a little manscaping (much appreciated, baby).

As you walked around your house, you couldn’t help but envision fucking me in every room and every position. In the kitchen you’d have me facing the sink, my hands grabbing the counter. You’d come up from behind and cup my tits, kissing my neck as you press your raging hard-on into the crack of my ass. After a few moments of dry humping me, I feel my skirt being lifted. You slide my panties to the side and slip a finger inside my juicy lips, and discover that I’m dripping wet for you!

You release your finger from my fruit cage and eagerly push your thick dick into me. Our moans harmonize as you thrust away, pounding my bottom for the next minute or so.

But that’s all either of us can last as we explode simultaneously.

You have similar fantasies in every room, and I’m sure that each visual is better than the last.

Saturday cannot cum soon enough for you.

(Yes, it can!)

It can happen right now. Call Me.

To be continued…

You’re on vacation with the wife and kids. It’s great to get away to a place where it’s warm and inviting all year round. Every time you step outside you remember what it’s like to feel at ease and alive again. When it’s cold and blustery outside and you’re not on vacation, your home is a prison; and by late winter, it begins to feel like a coffin. You had forgotten what it’s like to just throw on a t-shirt and flip-flops to go outside.

Holding hands with the wife, you take a stroll along the beach, taking in the waterfront views. You notice your wife is staring straight ahead, more focused than she had been a few seconds ago. You look around for what she’s fixated on, and it doesn’t take you long to find it.

There, on the sand only 25-30 yards ahead, is your wife’s biggest nightmare!  A magnificently designed woman who is well aware of what her glistening, sun-kissed body is doing to you and all of the other male on-lookers. Her toned legs look even more enticing as she suggestively hikes up her bikini bottoms to reveal more of her flawless flesh. Her hips sway as she saunters along the sand, and her ass cheeks take turns bouncing ever so slightly. You imagine your hard cock snugly placed between them, your hands reaching for her shoulders to steady yourself as you thrust your own hips into her.

You tell yourself that your wife has no clue about the vivid fuck fest that is going on in your mind right now. As the sex fantasy continues to unfold in your mind, you inadvertently let go of your wife’s crinkled, clammy hand. A few moments after dropping her hand, you realize that she’s only so much of a fool. She knows that the only thing preventing you from leaving her to profess your undying lust to this breathtaking beauty is that she has the money, passports, cash and plane tickets locked in the hotel room safe and you do not know the pass code she created.

Your wife and you remain in awkward silence for the next couple of minutes. Finally you speak up, asking your seemingly butt-hurt ball and chain if she is enjoying the scenery.

She offers up a retort that’s as limp as she makes your cock, and adopts an attitude that is less than enchanting.

This has happened many times before, so it’s not like it will haunt you for the rest of the day. Other hot pieces of ass cross your path throughout the rest of your vacation, but the beauteous babe you spotted on the beach was enough to encourage you to take a stab at your wife’s self-esteem. It was also enough make your head spin relentlessly.

When you get back to the resort, you hint to your partner that you’d like to fool around, but she still hasn’t forgiven you for her not being pretty anymore or the weight she has packed on. And the fact that a younger, glaringly gorgeous female is the catalyst for your sudden desire for sex bothers her even more.

But it’s not your wife you want to fuck anyway. Eventually she’ll be in the mood, and you’ll be a horrible husband for treating her the way she treats you. Meantime, the engine in your balls has been ignited and they are now at full capacity! Then you start to realize that for the remaining days of your vacation, you’re trapped. There will be no chance for release with your wife scrutinizing your every move. That’s when you have an epiphany.

A couple days later…

“Hey Ashlee,” you say to me when I pick up the phone. Just hearing my “Hello” is enough to lift your spirits. You tell me you bought your wife a spa treatment while on vacation, just so you can have some alone time with me. You put the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob, for which your nagging wife will no doubt complain about later, but it’s worth it because you are going to fib and tell her that you just needed to take a nap (Which is really not a lie at all because when I’m done with you, you will definitely need one.)

You describe the perfect thighs that have tormented your aching balls. You let me know that seeing her ample ass bounce as she walked was what made you orchestrate a situation that allowed you to call me. I tell you to take your cock out for me. “Relax, babe. I’m here. We’re together now. Let me take over.”

It was just what you needed to hear. For the next 20 minutes I take you away from the world, painting a picture of what Heaven looks like. Your right hand is on my hip; your left hand is pulling my hair as I grind my ass back onto your cock. Yes, you might be fucking me doggy-style, but I’m doing all the work. Because being with me is the only time you get a break from it all.

It’s not a vacation unless I’m a part of it. That’s because I am a part of your life. You need me. And I need you.

Stop dreaming about an escape.

I Am Your Escape.

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