phone sex with Ashlee 866-605-2544I rewatched The Matrix the other day. I kept thinking about the scene in the movie where Cypher (Joe “Joey Pants” Pantaliano) is talking to the bad guys, and he is agreeing to betray Neo (Keanu Reeves) and sell out the rest of the good guys. He’s listing his demands for the fantasies that they’re going to infuse into his mind when he hooks himself up to the matrix. “I want to be important,” he says. He’s sitting there literally sharing his fantasies so that they can make them (all of them) come true, which they readily agree to.

Then I thought of myself—I wonder how many men would sign up for this and betray their friends if it meant spending the rest of their lives waking up next to me, coming home to my welcoming smile, snuggling up next to my ass to spoon with me every single night without exception? My tits would be a daily feast, and my pussy a juicy enlightenment for all of the senses.

Then I thought of you. What if you had the magical ability to plug into the matrix whenever you wanted to? You could exit your mundane day-to-day routine for a mental vacation that would permit you to experience euphoria on a level that you never before even dared to dream about.

It’s the early part of the morning, and you’re as fast asleep as your wife pretends to be on the rare occasion you have attempted to initiate sex with her over the last few years. I awaken to lower the ac and see you next to me. I don’t want to rob you of your precious slumber, so I slip out of bed and begin to make preparations for you in the morning. First I make a run to the 24 hour supermarket and buy fresh eggs and jumbo bacon strips. When I return to our haven, I light sweetly scented candles all over the house, illuminating each room with an intoxicating fragrance that can only be trumped by the scent of my succulent pussy!

Then to the shower I go. I rub my entire body with a wet loofa that is drenched in orange blossom body wash. I stare in the mirror at my moist body, knowing that letting you have me first thing in the morning is a gift unto itself. But I enhance the experience of indulging in me by rubbing body oil into my tits to make them glisten for you.

Next stop is the kitchen, where every woman who wishes to please her man knows her way around. First, I count the places you and I have fucked each other’s brains out: the kitchen table, riding you in each of the four chairs, on top of the slick marble island, the floor by the entrance, and of course, with my back to you as I gripped the kitchen sink while you railed me from behind. Yes indeed, I definitely know how to work magic in the kitchen.

Next, I fire up the stove and start cooking you some bacon. The smell is beyond inviting. I flip over the strips to the sounds of crackling bacon grease, thinking about you sitting next to Cypher when he’s listing out his fantasies. I imagine you impatiently waiting your turn to tell them that you want to be with Ashlee, the breathtaking brunette that No Man Calls Only Once. I almost forget about the eggs as my mind drifts off to la-la land thinking about a new spot we could fuck. As I get popped on the arm with hot grease, I quickly return to the task at hand. I turn off the stove and pile the bacon, eggs, toast with melted butter, and sliced strawberries onto your plate, and pour you a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

When I awaken you as I saunter into the bedroom, you open your eyes and see my glimmering breasts in all their glory. I see the sheet rise between your legs, confirming that your erection needs my full attention. You whip the sheet off, liberating your cock. Swiftly, I engulf your cock. My vacuum skills are in full power mode as I masterfully strum your balls and work my mouth muscles simultaneously. “I love you, Ashlee” you say involuntarily.

I stop sucking you for just a moment, pull your cock out of my mouth and rub it against my face with my eyes closed. I open them back up when you penetrate my mouth again, and I stare up at you with innocent doe eyes. The sight is more than you can handle. Your head arches back and your eyes glaze over as you explode a gusher of cum deep into my throat.

Babe, I know that I’m your dream fuck, but if you take a moment to think on it, I’m actually your dream girl in every facet.

Call me, love. It’s time to plug into Your Only Desire.

I know precisely how to make your wet dreams cum true.



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