Sometimes a picture says it all. I enjoy writing these blog entries because it’s a chance for me to give you some insight into my world. To demonstrate who I am, what I like, and how I think. However, photos definitely help convey my thoughts as well as provide you with some visual stimulation. You get to see me in different poses and different moods and sometimes there’s a picture that expresses more than I could ever say with a facial expression or with mere words alone. This picture is a great example. As I’m sitting here writing, I’m growing very curious to know what you’re thinking.
What do you see when you look at this photograph? Maybe you see a sexy woman, confident and powerful. A woman who knows she’s hot enough to bare it all and isn’t afraid to show it. A woman who knows no boundaries and can draw you in from every angle. A woman who’s ready to grab hold of what she wants, take it and make it all hers (and you’d be right.) Maybe you haven’t put much thought into it at all. Your eyes are fixated on the juicy flesh hiding between my legs that is barely covered by the patch of fabric on my little black thong. How much you’d like to see it, touch it, taste it, and perhaps feel it sliding up and down on your long, thick, hard shaft. Either way, I dig knowing that I’m the object of your attention.
I know enough about psychology to know that we see what we want to see. If you’re drawn to this picture, you’re drawn to it because you love the idea of having an assertive, hot woman who’s taking life by the balls (literally.) You feel it all the way down to your cock. It makes you weak in the knees just thinking about it, thinking about me taking charge, seducing you, and executing my power over your cock.
It’s the idea of surrender that draws you in. Because the idea of your surrender, the notion of my having exactly what it takes to empty your balls, and curl your toes makes me incredibly wet and horny.
Call me. I promise it will feel good babe.
What I see here is a nice juicy thigh I would love to get my hand on and gently rub up as I hover over you preluding what is to come.
Those thighs, those eyes, those tits, that voice…just tell me what you want.
Your voice is beyond perfection. You are without compare.
I love calling you.
Until next time,
Anthony