I’m often asked what I think about when I’m on the phone pleasuring myself. So, I decided to share a little about my desires and how they get me off in this blog post. This is a vast subject that changes constantly with me.

One thing I’ve learned from being a phone sex provider is that every fantasy and every turn on is a bit different with each person. Sex in person is too, of course. I don’t find that I have one single favorite phone fantasy. I think a lot depends on the chemistry that is cultivated and the dynamic that is developed because of that chemistry. How natural and genuine that connection becomes is inevitably how intense my (our) orgasm is. To share a fantasy with another person is truly an intimate experience and I really enjoy delving into your head and turning a fantasy or even fantasies into a reality. When I’m able to hear your breathing change and you are ready to explode, there is a rush that floods through me and it is a huge turn on for me. In the same way that blood fills your cock to make you rock hard, it also rushes and engorges the pelvic area of a woman to make her clit and lips erect.  When my pussy is swollen and my lips are hard, they’ll lay open just inviting your cock to penetrate.  I guess you could say that what turns me on the most is being able to feel and hear that I’m turning you on!

When I masturbate alone it’s different every time. Usually, random images play in my head. I can jump from one image to another with no immediate thought process. Sometimes it’s a past lover that I think of, or maybe some guy I saw out and about that day.  The way you say, “fuck Ash, you’re making me cum” fuels my desire even more!   I literally crave your orgasm.  It’s hard to describe the intense feeling of a cock releasing its explosion of cum inside of me and the aftershocks flowing from my lover’s body and into mine as he milks out each and every last drop.  It sends me completely over the top with ecstasy.  I tend to think most often of our past calls, how the silence on the phone as I’m touching my pussy with my vibrator is coaxing the tip of your cock to bubble with pre-cum. My “get-off factor” doesn’t always have a back story to it, sometimes it’s just spontaneous, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less intense.

There are also times that I concentrate my focus on my own body. I look down at my erect nipples, cup one of my breasts in my hand, and bring it to my mouth to suck.  I can feel it grow even longer and thicker in my lips with each flick of my tongue.  Would it do the same in your mouth?  How would it feel if you gently pinched it with your teeth?  I slow my motions to quiet my breath so I can listen to the slick, wet noises that are coming from my ripe pussy as I finger it and try to imagine how it looks, sounds, smells, and tastes to you. 

Would your cock sound the same as my fingers or my vibrator as they glide in and out?  Would my sticky, sweet nectar taste the same on your fingers as it does mine?  How would it taste mixed with your cum?  My thoughts run rampant trying to imagine my body through your eyes.  With all the excitement, my heartbeat starts to redline and my hard, pulsing clit has become the switch to a bomb ready to explode.  One last flip and boom, I go off!

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I have been watching a new series called Once Upon A Time and it has me thinking a lot about fairy tales of late.

There seems to be a number of movies and TV shows focusing on them recently and ever since I was a little girl I’ve been enchanted by Disney movies, princesses, and the concept of good versus evil.

Nowadays when I curl up and watch something like Snow White or Beauty and the Beast I find myself being transported into a whole other world. A world in which my mind is swept away and quilted with the endless possibilities that live in that vast space between fantasy and reality.  Sometimes when the movie is over I like to think about what would happen if I were in the film.

I like to imagine that I’m Sleeping Beauty being awoken by your kiss.  The thought of your lips pressed against mine as you kiss and touch me gives me goose bumps. The warmth of your breath on my body sends shivers up my spine and leaves me longing for more. I want to feel your hard cock pressed against me as you lean over and passionately kiss me again and again.  My eyes flutter, opening to find you standing over me.  I softly gasp when I feel your finger gently slide inside my tight, quivering pussy.  I begin to melt inside, truly awakened from my slumber, my juices flowing from my swollen lips.  I whimper with pleasure as you begin to massage me from within.  For the first time in recent memory, I am awake.

Maybe you prefer the story of Little Red Riding Hood.  I find myself alone in the woods, my red cloak barely able to contain my ample, heaving chest.  As I walk cautiously down the path through the thick timber of the woods, I sense that I am not alone, I’m being watched.  The breeze hurries the leaves across the ground, the sound is a bit frightening and my senses are heightened, but I don’t sense that I’m in danger.  I feel like I’m being pursued for far more intimate reasons.  I stop at an opening in the forest and decide to tease that big, bad wolf.  I take off my cloak and carefully place it under the shade of a large tree.  I can hear you breathing in the distance and suddenly find myself more turned on knowing that you are watching me. 

 I lie down on the ground and open my small picnic basket and take out a silver vibrator.  I sense that the Big, Bad Wolf is a bit surprised by this.  What were you expecting, a sandwich or one of grandma’s pies?  In my version of Little Red Riding Hood, she’s definitely a voyeur.  Anyway, back to my little silver friend…when I turn it on, its hum breaks the silence of the serene environment and I slowly start to tease myself.  I gently slide it up and down my creamy slit, teasing myself ever so softly.  With each movement I push it in just a little bit further and it seems to glide more easily as my juices begin to slicken it.  My clit is swollen and ripe and I’m more aroused than ever knowing that you can see me. I gasp and shutter as I completely push it inside my aching pussy, my nectar is now dripping from my fingers and running down my thighs. 

I briefly open my eyes and I can see you for the first time. You’re naked; you’re holding your hard cock in your hand.  You seem to be pumping it in sync with the rhythm of my movements.  There’s definitely drool dripping from the snarling teeth of the Big, Bad Wolf now, but what is that dripping from the head of your cock?  It looks tasty and definitely much more satisfying than any treat I could have in my picnic basket.  I turn off my vibrator with a sly smile and with my moist fingers I motion you to come over to me.  I spread my legs wide and whisper, “My, what a big tongue you have, I think it’s time you use it.”

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I’ve been thinking about the two of us and how much better we know one another now versus during our first conversation. Wouldn’t you agree that you feel closer to me now? We’ve never touched, but even the first few times we talked made me feel like I was in my boyfriend’s car on prom night – nervous anticipation. Perhaps you even think about me from time to time when I’m not in your ear. A rough day at work could trigger the need for a release and I hope I’m the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe you would let (or want) me to place my body before you to be held and protected. Oftentimes that’s what it feels like when we’re talking. Not all the time, of course, but I do love that in addition to being intimate with each other, we have formed a bond as well. I think the best orgasms stem from being closely connected. Pleasures of the flesh are even more exciting when two lovers connect on a platonic level.

Today is a lazy day, there just isn’t a lot going on because it’s MLK Day. Sometimes I ask myself in the morning, “What could turn this day from ordinary to great?” A call from you frequently comes to mind and would probably be tops on the list. I know that you think highly of me, and I think highly of you too. When the phone rings and I pick it up to hear that it’s you, a smile comes over my face and my eyes light up. Your voice serves as a reward for all the sweat and emotion that I pour into everything I do. I know what it is that I do for you and I want you to know that you do it for me too. It’s a big part of why we’ve grown so close. A true connection cannot be plotted, faked, or coerced. Whether we are talking, teasing, fucking, or cumming, it just flows between us. You want me, and I want you. I need you to call me.

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The holiday season has always confounded me. It’s billed as a vacation, the time when everyone winds it down for the year, resting up only to pick it back up again the minute New Years Day is over. One of my girlfriends referred to Christmas week as “The calm before the storm”. I don’t see it that way at all. Rather, for me, these last few weeks have been extraordinarily hectic and downright tiring.

Between shopping for gifts, attending the many different gatherings that would have garnered resentment if I didn’t show, cooking and baking Christmas treats, and entertaining here at home, I think December was more like the storm before the storm, maybe even the peak of the storm. Nothing about the month of December felt like a break.  There were so many times throughout the last few weeks that I would have preferred to stay at home and lay in bed with you in my ear.

However, I did get some well needed and deserved rest and relaxation while taking a cruise in the warm waters of the Pacific and the Sea of Cortez.  Spending New Years Eve on the ship was incredible and something I hadn’t done before.  That was also the night I met a nice, single and very good looking, chiseled man, but I’ll have to tell you about him in another post.  I also discovered a new appreciation for Mud slides and Bloody Mary’s, but what I enjoyed the most was the warm sand and crystal blue water of Westin Beach.  I spent a lot of time soaking up the sun with a cold drink in my hand.  Yes, it was a nude beach and no, you won’t find any tan lines on this dangerously curved body.  I very much enjoyed my escape from the hustle and bustle, but once the ship was reaching port back home, I realized how much I missed home and how much I missed you, the man I’ve grown so close to over the last year. 

Calls with me may not be as exciting as a weeklong cruise, but guys have told me that calling me amounts to a break in their chaotic world, an escape from reality. Well, that kind of call has a similar effect for me. Of course, I want to make you cum, but sometimes what I think you really want is for us to lay in bed with one another after we both have cum, clearing our minds of all the concerns that life seems to burden us with.  Post orgasm offers a sense of peacefulness that not many other things can bring about.

Mull this one over, chew it up and digest it in your mind. I want you to imagine how much you would enjoy relaxing in bed with me for a little while, without a care in the world. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Be good to yourself this year and call me.

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He continued to undress me, but seemed to lose interest unless I put up a little resistance. Now I knew where this night was going. The more I struggled, the more we both were getting aroused. He undressed himself as well and stood there admiring my dilemma.  I could see the almost evil, devious grin on his face. The longer he was away from me, the more I wanted his touch. I even opened my legs in hopes that the scent of my swollen, ripe pussy would reach his nose and persuade him to come closer to me. 

 He got on his hands and knees and hovered over me. He would lean down and kiss my shoulders, my neck, and my back.  He seemed to notice my pleasure, and decided that a blindfold was needed. Now bound and blindfolded, all I could do was sense his presence. I knew he was near me by the humid warmth of his breath on my skin, and each time he touched me, it was like an electric shock. 

He would kiss me, run his tongue over my entire body, and occasionally give me a little bite. It’s true that when you inhibit one sense, the others are definitely more in tune. As he touched me in my most intimate places, I found that I just could not get enough. He kept at me with his mouth and hands until I was ready to scream, and then, just when I thought I would release, he grabbed me by the waist and raised my body to his.

He came at me from behind with such intensity. He would bring us so close, and then slow down until the moment would start to subside, and then bring us to the brink again. He continued this over and over while his fingertips dug into my skin and his teeth nibbled at my supple flesh. The pain was not intense, but it added to the type of pleasure I crave and love giving. Part of me wanted to be free to share in the touching, but when I asked, it excited him even more. He told me to be a good girl and ask nicely, when that did not work, he wanted me to plead, and even beg. The more I asked, the harder his thrusts became, and the deeper I wanted him inside me.

Now he was giving me pain, but the pain was so pleasurable. I wanted him more and more.  He knew what I desired, and kept on fucking me, harder and faster with each thrust, until he gave me the most intense orgasm. I could not stop shaking. His release was just as powerful, and he collapsed into me. We laid there for a moment before he untied me and removed the blindfold. Once I was finally free, I did not hesitate to roll over and look at his face.  I immediately needed to regain the control I had relinquished and fuck this man senseless. We continued to make each other cum until the morning light came through the window blinds.

After a much needed nap, I awoke to find what he had left while I slept. All I could do is smile as I saw his belt hanging from my bed post with a note attached that said call me sometime…soon! Good, I thought to myself, it will be my turn to show you who dominates whom.

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Yesterday I had a busy day at work (substitute teacher), so I decided to unwind and have a couple of cocktails at the local bar in my neighborhood. Like most people, I planned on having just one or two, but of course, as I was just about to order my second drink, the bartender presented me with a fresh one. He told me it was compliments of the guy wearing a black jacket across the room. The mystery man promptly came over and introduced himself and as the night went on, so did the drinks. I had already had my fair share and thought what the hell; I don’t have to get up early tomorrow. We ended up closing the bar. Good thing for us, it was just a short walk to my place.

When we went inside, I barely got the door shut before he was taking me into his grasp. It was sudden, but so welcomed, and I must say, the force with which he grabbed me, instantaneously had my pussy dripping. We kissed and groped each other at the door for the longest time. I asked him to come into the living room and have a seat. I decided to do the typical change into something more comfortable (easier to get into) routine. I knew I wanted him and there was no doubt that he wanted me. I grabbed his face and gave him a sultry kiss that would be certain to maintain his interest. I even took his hand, guided it up my dress, and placed his fingertips on my swollen mound through my lacey, black panties so he knew I was ready and waiting.  I continued upstairs to change, but before I was half way up, he raced up and ahead of me by a few steps to impede my going past him. I tried to pass, but he stopped me. He firmly grabbed the back of my neck and brought my body to his. He kissed me long and hard, filling my body with desire. Oddly, as soon as it started, he stopped and told me to go ahead and change. I was so ready for him; I didn’t think I could wait any longer.

I entered my room and left the lights down; after all, I just needed to change my clothes.  As I began to pull my dress over my head, I felt his hands come from behind me. I had no idea that he was there, but I wanted his hands on me, touching me, roaming my body. He was holding my breasts, kissing my neck, my ears, as the hair stood up on my arms and my creamy thighs filled with goose bumps. I tried to turn to kiss him, but he wouldn’t let me. I thought to myself, “So, the game tonight is to tease?  This is definitely something I can do too!”  I removed his hands from my body, pushed them down, and started to walk away from him. After taking a few steps, I heard him taking off his belt. This was the first time the sound of a belt coming out of the loops was so sexually stimulating.  I had heard the same sound from my father when I was young.  Back then, it struck fear in me, but not this time.  I continued across the room aware that he was approaching me. He once again came up and grabbed me tightly with his hands, then pulled me to the floor with him. The game was to tease, so I refused to kiss him and tried to roll away from him. As I got on my stomach, he straddled me, grabbed both of my hands, and held them over my head. He had me pinned down, defenseless, and he starting roaming my body again with his mouth. Abruptly, he rolled me back over to my stomach and wrapped his belt tightly around my wrists. I resisted, but it seemed to excite this sexy stranger even more. After I was bound, he stood up, and pulled me across the floor by the belt.  Once we reached the edge of my bed, he lifted one of the posts and placed it down between my bound arms so I couldn’t get away.  I was surprised that I was so excited and turned on by the helplessness I felt. Even the pain of the small rug burns on my knees and elbows turned me on. 

While this whole scene went down, all I could think about was, “This isn’t me, and how does this man I’ve just met have this kind of control over me?  I’m usually the one in the driver’s seat making them beg for more.  He has shot clear through my defenses.  Could it be the alcohol?”  This intimate stranger who came into my life no longer than a few hours ago has made me come to a crossroads between my attitude and my sexuality. 

You’re going to have to drop by next week to see how it all plays out.  Until then, keep your hard cock in your hand and your mind on me.

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For this blog entry I wanted to share an email that I received from one of my callers.  I received his permission to post it.  After you read it, I’ll explain why I wanted you to read it.

Dear Ashlee, That last blog of yours was too much for me (11-24).  I need you more than I wish I did.  It’s been much longer than usual since I’ve heard your voice. I miss your seductive mind invading mine and haunting it for hours, even days.  It’s hard to function after calling you, especially the day after.  All I want to do is replay your words over and over in my head and stroke my hard shaft until I cum.  Just because you haven’t heard from me doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about you.  I think about you a lot actually.  Other girls I see walking around turn me on, but when I am home alone, cock in hand, I always find myself immersed in thoughts of you.

You just have to understand that I can’t call you that often because I have to be able to live my life.  I’ve got a job and people that rely on me.  Each time I dial the phone and let you inside, it’s murder pushing you away.  I’m useless at times because all I want to do is please you.  You’ve broken me, baby.  I’m going to call you when I get into Dallas tonight and probably begin a streak of calls that will renew our cycle.  I could just as easily say this to you when we’re on the phone together (and I’m sure I will), but I don’t want to wait until then to inform you that you’ve won.  Once again, you’ve won.  I’m your puppet.  I’m clay in your hands.  Do with me what you will.

Me

I posted this because I know you go through this too.  I’m not going to make it easy on you.  Just know that when you call me, you do so with the risk of becoming more addicted.  I should probably come with a warning from the Surgeon General.  Come to me.  It’s time to be seduced.

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Many of my callers have asked me if I am or have ever been a stripper. Though I’ve denied it many times, I must finally admit that the honest answer is yes. After careful thought, I’ve decided to go out on a limb and share a bit of my past with you.  When I turned 18, I thought I was already grown up and mature, so my first priority was to become independent as soon as possible. To me, true independence meant never having to ask my parents for money (though they were more than willing to provide it). I hated the fact that they paid for my car, my college tuition, and my food. I had a Joe-job slinging cocktails at the clubhouse of an elite golf course, and I got a scholarship to help with my tuition, but living in Los Angeles isn’t cheap. My meager income wasn’t nearly enough to survive on, and it drove me nuts. I felt so infantilized and trapped.

Just before my 19th birthday, I saw an ad for an “Amateur night” contest at a local strip club. I’d always been very in touch with my femininity, but in some ways, I had been a pretty repressed young lady. I had perfect grades; respectable hobbies, never so much as a parking ticket, but something about the idea of exotic dancing captivated my imagination and made me want to tap into my sexuality. It was also a way to act out or go against the grain if you will.  The amateur night was a few weeks away, so I slowly built up to it. First, I bought myself some 6-inch platform heels, and then I practiced walking around my room.  Next, I went to Frederick’s and picked up a racy, sheer lingerie set.  I also had to spend some time listening to CD’s to pick out my set list (“You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC and “No Ordinary Love” by Sade).  Fast and fun followed by slow and seductive.

Finally, the night of my big debut arrived. Standing backstage, I was completely terrified, not because I was about to expose my body to a room full of strangers, but because I was convinced I would trip and fall! But the moment I stepped onstage, I went into an altered state. Turns out, I was a total natural. I won second place competing against several dancers who were anything but amateurs, and I’ll also tell you I made $600 on the spot. The rush of adrenaline and exhilaration was indescribable. I knew, without a doubt, that my life was about to shift dramatically.  After the contest, the manager of the club handed me his card and asked me to call if I ever wanted a job.  I was fearful that he just wanted to fuck, but I took him up on his offer, with an added little twist.  I asked if I could work as a waitress first and transition into dancing.  I wanted to perfect my craft, so to speak, by watching the pros. I hoped that I’d get the opportunity to see them dance and  to see how customers reacted to certain things.  There is an art to separating a man from his money.  I loved ALL of the men I danced for, at least they thought so.  *wink*

I danced for about 3 years, primarily at two clubs: The Jet Strip (Los Angeles) and Ecstasy Theater (Orange County). The Jet Strip was essentially a cozy neighborhood dive bar, but with naked ladies. Most of the customer were “regulars” or as they jokingly referred to themselves, “pathetic losers” (PLs for short). The dancers were exceptionally diverse. Every ethnicity, body type, and educational background was represented. Unfortunately, the place was run by a mega-douche bag that we’ll call Bobby. He was a red-faced, testosterone junkie who managed the club like an oppressive dictator. I quit after about a year, this was largely due to Bobby’s appalling behavior. Most of my regulars followed me to my next club, Ecstasy Theater.

Ecstasy was a female-owned club run by a former stripper. The clientele was mainly businessmen and college students.  There was an interesting mix of big spenders and frat boys. Unlike Jet girls, Ecstasy girls were “perfect and polished” in a very conventional, Playboy or Maxim magazine sort of way. Eight out of ten girls working there probably could have been Bunnies.  I worked out 4-5 days a week with a personal trainer and had standing hair, nail, tanning and bikini waxing appointments, just to keep myself in Ecstasy-worthy shape. The earning potential was insane; $800 to $1,300 a night was pretty standard. The downside was that I had to drive nearly three hours (round trip) to work at the club. Driving back home at 4 am and getting into bed at 6 am totally tweaked my sleeping schedule.  It was extremely difficult to spend time with friends and family during the daylight hours, I literally felt like a vampire.

Once I made the commitment to complete my undergraduate degree, I went full-throttle, taking extra courses during regular semesters and squeezing in even more credits during winter and summer school sessions. I wound up graduating with my BS at the exact same time as my high school friends, even though I’d taken a significant “detour” and I’ll have you know I graduated with honors. 

I decided to build my website and started doing phone sex when I began Grad school, and after obtaining my M.S. Ed. I just couldn’t give up my labor of love.  I love phone sex and I love seducing men, so it is the absolute best of both worlds for me. These days I’m pretty selective about my callers. They are all over the map in terms of income level, age, and relationship status. They are intelligent, hilarious, beautiful, generous, and flawed. I have a lot in common with them. No matter where life takes me, I can’t imagine being there without you in my ear.

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Thanksgiving is the perfect occasion to reflect on the times that you’ve tried to quit me cold turkey. Remember those times? They were pretty amusing actually. I remember one time in particular; you called me, sounding a touch more needy than usual. I found the mewling in your voice to be quite endearing. You told me that your cock was hard and because of this, you were going to share some information with me that you wouldn’t otherwise share. You went on to explain that if things kept on going as they had been between us, our calls would likely slow down, or even stop for a while.  Then the cadence in your voice shifted slightly as you tried to muster up some firmness in your pitch to match what was in your right hand. “I hope you use this information wisely.” you said.

“I understand perfectly.” I replied. “You don’t want to cum for a while, at least not as hard as I make you cum.” I thought to myself.  I could tell by the silence on the other end of the line that I’d struck a nerve. Then your breathing veered and you made a few halting noises in my ear before saying, “I’m going to cum soon, Ashlee.”

Remember what happened next? You curtly announced in a sober tone “I need to go now.” Of course you do, babe. I could just giggle softly, knowing you as well as I do. I hung up the phone knowing that I would talk to you the next time you needed to get into cuddle mode and cum for me again, like a good boy.

What happened in your conflicted mind? Were you planning to save a little money? Were you going to try and focus your sexual energy on your wife, girlfriend, or even that new girl in the office? You were actually going to try to talk to her?

I remember thinking how predictable it was to hear your voice again less than a week later. “I think I need you more than I should,” you said. “I’ve tried, but today, you won.” Hearing this, and your inability to finish the thought completely, I knew exactly what you needed. I eased into my nurturing side and comforted you into the best cum you had experienced all week. Did you really think that you could just savor the taste of me and move on? I don’t find that very realistic. Do you?

This time around I have honestly started to feel a little sorry for you. You just seem so determined and diligent about proving a point. Is it worth denying yourself such pleasure to appear stoic? If you want to reach your full potential, you need me. Not only do you need me, you want me, silly. Call me; it’s time to plug in to your sweetness and let me make you cum.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

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