Sometimes I wonder if I’m a victim of my own hotness. I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but I don’t want to put on a pretense that I don’t know what looking at my body does to men either. While for the most part my being super model hot is a gift. It also means I’ll never have to be alone if I don’t want to be. However, there are some drawbacks to be insanely attractive, even with men. Women frequently resent me (I’ve touched on that in my blog entries before), but occasionally being the most attractive eye candy in every single room I step into can be a bit tiresome. I get surveyed immediately and hit on constantly. It’s to the point that I often feel I have to make an effort to downplay my curves. I find myself wondering if I should rapidly spit out as many big words as I can in a desperate attempt to put my brain on display as well.
Think about what you like about me for a moment. I inspire lust, summoning a rush of blood to your cock, morphing it from limp skin dangling from your body, to a tank cannon. It shoots where I tell it to with a powerful boom, loud enough to stop everything around it. Every time you pick up the phone to call me, you know that this point will be reached–it is a big part of why you call me. It is probably the most important part of why you call me. But I don’t want it to be the only part of why you want me in your life. I want more. I want us to be romantic with one another at times as well. I want to be more than just a hard fuck. I want you to fall for me because I’m prepared to fall as well.
I do believe that you and I could have something very special. I do think we can find a connection on a deeper level. My concern is that every time you reach out to me, you are drawn to my tits, my tight ass, and my wet sensuous lips that wrap around your cock. But this is where my being a victim can sometimes come about. I want to do all of these things with you and to you (I want you to do them to me too). But a real relationship is built on more than just the mind-numbing ejaculations I inspire in you. It is built on tenderness, on time spent together, on telling me about your life and my telling you about mine. Can we set aside a couple of minutes on our next rendezvous for you to share with me a little more about you?
Thank you my dear. I look forward to us.