direct dial private one on one phone sex with Ashlee 866-605-2544I cannot really pinpoint an exact moment in time or a specific episode that motivated me to have a ton of photos of myself taken, create the safest and most discreet phone sex website and declare myself open for business (and for you). It was more a culmination of various moments over the years. Kids grow up dreaming of one day being the president of the United States, a fireman, a baseball player, or a supermodel. No one says “Daddy, I want to be a compliance officer (or an accountant, or a media buyer, or a flight attendant) when I grow up.” But some of us do end up there.

Life takes us on strange journeys, and we land in places that never even occurred to us when we first gave serious thought to what we wanted to do with our lives. I don’t even know where my odyssey began, and to be truthful, I’m still trying to figure out how it will unfold (or who I will end up with,*wink).

But I want to share with you a few formative moments that I’ve experienced along the way to discovering how to give you the absolute best phone sex you’ve ever had.

Go back to my senior year of high school, when I was no longer the only girl in my class who had big tits. Mine were definitively the best, the biggest, and the most breathtaking, but the other girls caught up to me in terms of at least having a couple of mosquito bites to flaunt.

I might have been a good girl, but I was not a virgin, either. Even a good girl needs to experience a juicy cock in her mouth at some point (check out my Tidbits page for a bit of info on when I started giving head). One hot guy in particular won me over, and eventually he was rewarded with being my boyfriend. It was fun while it lasted, but after a while it becomes difficult to respect a boy who is all looks and no brains.

Quite a while after we broke up, I got a text message out of nowhere from him. “My god, Ashlee, I just saw the hottest girl I’ve seen since you and I were together.”

“Oh? And that made you think of me?”

“It made me think two things simultaneously. First, seeing her body made me want to go to the gym and pump the weights so vigorously that eventually she might let me feel her tits.”

“What in the world does that have to do with me? Why do you think I’d care that you’re hot for some other piece of ass?”

“I don’t think you care about that, Ash. But my second thought was that I have to run back to my apartment, pull down my pants, and jerk my cock until it explodes. I need to hear your voice. I need you to get me off, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll pay you anything. Just let me hear your voice and let me jerk off to it. Just like old times.”

I thought about it for a moment. I had gotten him off with my voice before. Once upon a time, I made him pull the car over and stroke his cock for me along the side of the highway. Another time, I got him off over the phone when I was away at cheer camp. While all the other girls were learning how to perfect their herkie and hurdler jumps, I was making him cum gloriously!

I mulled it over and finally replied, “No. Jerk off without me.” And then I blocked him on my phone.

I didn’t become a phone sex provider that day. Nor did I decide to do it because of just that isolated exchange with him. But it was one of many things that contributed to my discovering how good I am at making men cum.

And every time you and I rendezvous for a mind numbing phone fuck, I’m reminded of why I love it so much.

Call me babe.

Let’s get off tonight.



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