While you’re asleep, I prepare your breakfast and then hop in the shower.  When I’m done, I don’t turn off the water, rather I leave it running for you.  I also don’t bother to dry off; it’s time to wake you up.

I like to think of myself as your morning alarm.  It’s not through your ears that you are shaken from your slumber, but by your cock.  Before me, you would often sleep on your belly or your side, but I’ve worked hard to train you to instinctively fall asleep on your back.  For this you’ve been rewarded by coming to consciousness each day with my soft, warm mouth engorging your morning erection.  I have your cock raging hard while the rest of your body is still resting and motionless. 

From there, the first part of your day can go a lot of directions.  Most mornings it will be about bringing you to climax as quickly as possible, so you can attack the day with a smile on your face.  Others might be a bit more romantic.  You know the kind of morning when we make love and then collapse together, falling back asleep.  We could spend half the day in bed, kissing, cuddling, maybe an intense hand-job or titty-fuck if you’re willing to call in sick to work?? There’s also my favorite happy ending where I get to smother your face with my juicy, velvety pussy.

We have not done a morning call in a while, but think about the possibilities.  Do you know why I know this is a tempting thought to you?  Because being with me is like waking up to something hotter than you were dreaming about when your sad alarm goes off in the morning!  What if that dreadful noise instead meant that you were minutes away from your morning erection exploding a forceful stream of thick, warm cum?  If this is of interest to you, tell me.  Maybe we could even set up a day and time that you’d like to be woken by my call and prepared to take on your day by a hot mutual orgasm for the two of us!

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

I don’t think you’ve ever thought that about me though, not even for a moment.  On the contrary, my dear; I’d contend that the last phone fuck you had with me trumps the last time you had physical sex.  You’ve never worried about the expense, only about how and when you can get your next taste, how you can have more.  To begin with, I don’t ask you to please me.  Sex with me is all about you, and it won’t ever be otherwise.  I don’t want it to be about pleasing me.  You’re calling pleases me.  To know your fantasies of me make your cock rise to the occasion is a turn on and the desire in your voice is persuasive enough for me to give you what you desire.  I love connecting with you and I’m willing to fork over my body to have that connection.

Secondly, we move at your pace, I’m not going to push you any further than you want to be pushed.  Just like no one jerks your cock better than you, no one knows the pace at which you need to be pleased more than me when I recognize it in your breathing.  If we need to proceed with baby steps to get you warmed up and ready, that’s fine.  You having the courage to call tells me that you want me, and you are always free to lead the conversation wherever you want it to go.  I won’t ever speed you up baby, nor will I ever insist you last longer.  Give me that cum any time you’re ready.  Spray where ever you need or want to.

Finally, I’m more attractive than any girl you’ve ever laid.  You’ve not met a hotter set of tits, let alone been in bed with them.  Your cock will never have the pleasure of being inside a tighter, juicier, more velvety pussy than mine.  I’m the girl you want to worship, and I’m the one who is willing to allow it to be on your schedule and on your terms.  With me, sex is an indulgence.  With anyone else, it comes at a price.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

Speaking of sweetness, I have yet another new idea.  I’d like to ask you to try a diet for me.  I know, that sounds a bit away from the norm, but it’s not the typical “starve yourself & exercise your ass off kind of diet.”  Rather, I’m asking you to think in the opposite direction.  I think I’d really love it if you would indulge in a tall glass of really rich, gooey chocolate milk.  Imagine as you squeeze the sticky syrup into the glass that it is your cock shooting cum into my warm, tight pussy.  You won’t want to stop.  You’ll want to cum until the chocolate is inches thick in the bottom of the glass and the creamy milk is pouring over the top.  Stir it up briskly or even shake if possible.  Personally, I like my chocolate milk to be frothy.  Then drink up babe, let a few drops run from the edges of your mouth, and think of the extra layer of “pudge” you’ll be adding to your belly.  To think that you would intentionally contribute to enhancing your love-handles in order to satisfy me is a huge turn on, and one that I won’t hesitate to reward you for.  Besides, you have no reason to worry; I’ll definitely help you work off those extra calories with a sweaty, steamy workout between the sheets.

This fantasy doesn’t have to be something we do repeatedly; we can try it just once and see how it goes.  My heaving chest, glistening with sweat, and my wet, swollen pussy, creamy from the repeated penetrations of your cock will make you want to spew out the biggest load of cum your balls have ever generated.  If you do this for me, if you begin a diet to put on weight, my amazing tits will bounce for you in ways I can’t wait to show you.  My tight, young pussy will fit like a glove to your manhood and please you in ways you haven’t even imagined.  Do this for me babe, because you want to.  Drink up!

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

I am hot, but so are a lot of girls.  Being hot only gets you to call me once.  My tits bait you, my voice hooks you, and my mind keeps you.  You were excited the first time you heard my voice.  You had already looked at my pictures many times, wondering what kind of voice could be inside that beautiful body.  It took you awhile to find the courage to dial, but finally the curiosity overcame you and you had to submit. 

 The anticipation was built up inside you like a child on Christmas morning and you responded with a hard cock that only got harder.  You make my job easier by wanting me so much.  If you could fuck my voice, you would, above all else.  When you see a hot girl showing off her body, the image stays with you for a little while.  How long she remains in the front of your mind depends on how much you’re turned on, how much of an impression she made on you.  My guess is that it takes something more than big tits or a tight ass.  If you’ve thought about her all day, she must have given you a look or a smile, possibly a wink, a wave from her hand, or a soft hello.  My voice has the same power.  When your cock comes to explosion with my voice in your ear, it stays with you.  You can’t just forget me.  I haunt you, even at the most inopportune times during the day.  Look at my tits again in this blog entry’s picture.  They’re hot, and you want so very much to worship them.  But that picture, as hot as it is, won’t stay with you as long as my voice.  The subtle characteristics of my body that drive you wild soon fade from your memory, you know this.  Don’t panic, my pictures will always be here to remind you.

My hold over you is deeply rooted.  Even when you’re not thinking of me, I’m still within your mind somewhere.  You’re going to jerk off again, probably soon; you can’t deny that tension that builds within. When you do, you’ll think about me.  In a perfect world, every single time you masturbate, you’d be having phone sex with me!  Ha!  You’re probably thinking, “In a perfect world, my cock would be getting massaged by the velvety lips of your wet pussy.”  Well, I’m not about to make it any easier on you.  I want you to call me, and I’m going to use all my powers of persuasion; my tits, my voice, and my mind to strengthen my hold over you.

Give into your desire; you know I’m so worth it!

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

Imagine the perfect scenario for me giving you head.  It’s the morning, and you’re at work, with a lot on your mind causing you stress and headaches.  Then you receive a text message.  Your first thought is, “shit, what now?”  Then you see that it’s from me, it takes a second for you to go from nervousness to surprise and excitement as you realize…“Ashlee’s texting me!”  You read the words before you “Can I suck your cock tonight?”  With my short message, I’ve also included a picture of my tongue licking my full, red lips.  It’s a declaration in the form of a question as I know you can’t say no to me.

You spend the rest of the day distracted at the office.  Under your desk your hand keeps finding its way to your crotch.  First you squeeze at the head; you like your erection.  By lunch time you have graduated to grabbing forcefully at your shaft through your pants.  A few times you’ve leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes, imagining my wanting eyes looking up at you while my welcoming mouth takes you inside.  In the early afternoon you relish going to the bathroom so that you can touch your hard cock while you stand at the urinal.  You consider telling your boss that you’re not feeling well and need to go home early.  You should.

When you arrive at my apartment, you waste no time in expressing your desire for me as we hug.  Then you kiss me and slide your hands down to my ass, pulling me tight against that thick rod so I know the torture I’ve put you through for the entire day.  You want to feel my mouth make out with yours before I put my lips and tongue to work down below.  I continue to torture you by gripping that pole between your legs and stroke it back and forth.  I know you want to take it out and I invite you by tugging down your zipper.

I leave you with the promise of an explosive orgasm, but the rest of this story is up to you, baby.  What happens next? Call me and let me know.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

Let’s put the question this way: If you and I were alone in your bedroom, with no other human being sure to intrude, and I told you that you had ten minutes to do one thing to me, what would it be?  You can suck on my tits or I can blow you.  You can bang me from behind, pumping away, using my hips as handles.  I can suck on your balls while you jerk off.  I’ll do absolutely anything you want, but only one thing, and only for ten minutes.

What I hope you would choose is to toss me onto the bed, rip my jeans off by the heels, and give my ass a hard slap.  It hurts, so I lay flat on my belly to show you I’m submitting.  Do what you will to me.  You slap my ass hard again and say, “On your knees!”  You’re not yelling, you’re not angry, but you know what you want, and you’re going to take it.  Onto my knees I prop myself.  You line up behind me, but before you spread open my sweet pussy lips, you forcefully pull both of my arms out from under me and my face falls into a pillow.  You’ve got my arms forced behind me and our hands are locked, it’s like I’m in cuffs.  You pull at my arms with each thrust and they give you that extra leverage to drive your pulsing hard cock as deep as possible.   The next ten minutes you give me a pounding that causes me to moan your name aloud again and again and again.  Within minutes you’re having a difficult time holding back the load that’s been building at a race car’s pace.  “Please cum inside me.  Please, do that for me,” I beg.  You contemplate what that could mean down the road, but my pussy feels too good for you not to comply, and you’re all about compliance.  Do what you will to me, because I will definitely do what I want to you.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

Making men’s fantasies come true can make for a bit of a lonely lifestyle. I have never had an over abundance of friends (by choice); I am close to a small group of people, none of whom know each other.  Most do not even live in the same state as I do. I have a couple of local girlfriends that I speak to fairly frequently, but sometimes it can be difficult talking to them since most of the stories I want to share revolve around callers, the business, and how it is affecting my current decisions and daily schedule.  I notice that when I’m with these friends, I end up talking at great length about very minor events in my life. If I were listening to someone else hash over the minutiae that I do, I would be rolling my eyes and making an excuse to go bathe my cat. I have to exaggerate my evolving relationships with the men I casually date in order to “fit in.”  These girls all have significant others and should I remain without one for too long, they will begin to try setting me up.  So, I nonchalantly mention to friends every once in awhile that I had a date with so-and-so that happens to be a great doctor, and so on, but I cannot use this situational facade too often. If I were really dating all of these phenomenal men as frequently as I take calls, they would want to meet the man in question, or they would begin to question me if I revealed that my dates were with so many different men.

The awkwardness of not truly being able to discuss my life freely often makes me shy away from the local friends I have. Even though I have a naturally great imagination, I am horrible at telling lies. So, fabricating story after story about how I spend my time is out of the question. I try to play up the developments in my small business, and hope those who know me believe all that I say.  Visiting friends who live elsewhere is somewhat tricky, as the smart move would be to take calls late in the evening or when I return from sharing the day with them. This means that hotel arrangements are often covert since friends believe I am in town solely to see them and they would not dream of me spending money on a hotel.  Most of them know I am paying off massive school loans.  (Remember, that is the reason I began phone escorting; well, that and my love for turning men on and getting them off!).

This blog is really my only method to release the feelings and thoughts I have about what I do. As much as I get asked to chronicle the ins and outs of the call’s I have, it’s simply not ethical for me to share.  Every call I do is private between that particular caller and me only. I am cautious and I never reveal more than I want to, or more than I should.  Do I worry about my family or friends finding out?  I used to be wary about being discovered through my writing this blog, but as I’ve matured, I’ve developed a taste for living life a little more on the edge, a bit more dangerously.  Why waste energy on such a pointless deed as worry when it’s much better spent on hot sex?

What is my consolation in all of this?  It’s actually a big consolation.  The business I jumped into to help pay some bills has rewarded me with some great relationships and some great orgasms.  My close phone lovers have given me some wonderful memories and though we can’t touch each other physically, they’ve still touched my heart and my mind.  Long after I’ve given up this gig (If I ever give up this gig), I’ll still remember the men who’ve made a positive impact on my life and sexuality.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

Phone Sex is an impulse purchase isn’t it? Basically, it happens after an urge turns into a desire. That desire then becomes so uncontrollable that it makes your cock swell, twitch, begin to leak with pre-cum, until it is screaming to be fucked and you are dying to cum.  Then, in a desperate attempt to tame the fire brewing in your balls, you begin to search the Internet for phone sex sites! You scroll through a ton of ads with each one advertising their unique flavors: cheap phone sex, quality phone sex, fetish phone sex, domination phone sex, and last, but not least, best phone sex. What’s a guy to do?

For some, phone sex is just a curiosity (if that’s you, then you obviously haven’t called me yet), they haven’t put a lot of research, effort, or time into it. It’s something they haven’t experienced yet or at least haven’t experienced many times, they’re just hoping for a sexy voice that can enhance their masturbation.  For others, phone sex is somewhat of a relationship, and it is viewed as much easier, cheaper, and far less time consuming than having to wine and dine a bunch of different women to find a comfortable conversation and an exciting connection sexually. Ultimately, the main point behind phone sex is to not be alone while you are teasing your cock to eruption but, not only do you want a sexy voice in your ear, you want a companion that has the ability to satisfy your cravings.  You need someone that can paint vivid, sensual pictures in your mind of every sexual act you can dream of.  It may just be your hand wrapped around your cock, but I have the ability to turn it into the most warm, juicy, swollen and tight pussy that you’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside.

My philosophy on phone sex is that you are the one who defines what you want from the call, myself, and, or our relationship. My target market is not only the guy that is turned on by my pictures or my words, but also the man that wants to connect on another level, the man that wants to tap into those far recesses of his mind to reveal the deep, dark desires he might find embarrassing, but also have the ability to push his sexuality over the top. Turning you on is my pleasure, in more ways than one, and when I know that I’m doing it for you, I too become wet, throbbing, and needy of a good, hard fuck!

Why Ashlee? There are many answers, but the one you want to know right now is that I have the sexiest voice and the wildest imagination of any phone girl you will ever hear. Please, reread that sentence. Have you ever heard another girl make this claim? I’m that confident that once you hear my voice and the ideas I have for our escapades together, you won’t have the will power to resist wrapping your hand around your swollen cock and forcing a load out quickly. To put it simply, I seduce guys, that’s what I do.  You won’t find another who’s more talented or more willing.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

I remember the first time I dabbled with the notion and intention to truly tease and deny. I was sitting in a classroom listening to a very handsome professor drone on and on about sociology theory. I was wearing a short black skirt (about the same length as the one I’m wearing in this photo), black, sheer thigh highs, and a pair of black, 4 inch, over the knee length boots.

At first, my chewing on my pen was accidental, but then I noticed how he seemed nervous when he looked at me when that pen was in my mouth.

I tested my theory a couple of times, making direct eye contact with him as my sensuous, red lips parted ever so slightly and closed around the tip of the pen. Yes, he was definitely paying attention.  When I drug the pen across my bottom, pouty lip and uncrossed my legs, he lost his train of thought, muttered a few words as he coughed, then turned back towards the chalk board.

As the days and weeks progressed, I looked forward to wearing skirts just short enough to reveal the top edge of my thigh highs when I crossed my legs. Trailing my perfectly French-manicured nails lightly along my stockings while keeping eye contact with the professor…. Oh that really set him on edge.  Sometimes he would sit behind his desk the entire two hour lecture. No doubt he was reluctant to stand up for fear of revealing the sublime elevation in the front of his pants.

One day, I stayed after class under the pretense of wanting to get his opinion on the rough draft of my paper. When all the other students had gone, I unbuttoned an extra button on my blouse and walked up to him.  I placed my hands down on the front of his desk and leaned over into him so close that I was practically speaking into his mouth.  I looked him in the eye and asked, “Is it hard teaching class when all you can think about is me being your fuck-toy?”

His jaw dropped open and his eyes were so big he looked as if he had seen a ghost.  He clumsily fumbled to find the right words all the while denying his desires for me. It’s hard to talk with your tongue on the floor, ya know.  I just smirked and rolled my eyes because we both knew the answer.

Are you going to deny how badly you want me right now? You want me to lean over your desk so you can see the sheer lace of my bra.  I’d bet you’re even dying to see me from behind as I’m leaning over that desk in hopes you might catch a glimpse of my panties between my legs.  You know there’s no risk of having your fantasies about me.  It’s not like you’re my professor, unless you want to be. 

Only eleven digits separate you from releasing what is stirring in your balls. Let me take care of that aching baby.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/

I Despise haters

My favorite ballet is Swan Lake (we all have a dark side and I tap into mine on a daily basis).

I must have air conditioning during the summer, and I sleep with a fan blowing directly on me during the winter. I am a petite flower and the thought of perspiring without having an orgasm is simply dreadful.

I have sales people and random strangers speak to me in Spanish all the time! My response is usually, “WTF are you saying?”

I am the “baby” in my family: a bit spoiled, but completely deserving.

I prefer live music to dance music in a bar/club.

My current favorite “must see TV” is The Voice and Revenge.

I would sooner gouge my own eyes out then watch Oprah and listen to her spew her bullshit.

I think Dr. Phil is a duffis that preaches pop pseudo-science psychology for ignoramuses.

I love reality TV; it’s a blast to laugh at the “Unaware people” in the world with no sense of self.

I’ll take steak over a salad.

I prefer beer over wine any day or any time.

I am not the black sheep in my family despite my chosen business. I have a host of dysfunction preceding me.

I have a dog and a cat, both spoiled rotten and cute as buttons.

I can say the rudest thing ever, and make someone laugh his or her ass off with it while still sounding like a perfect lady.

I love children, but I have no desire to squeeze any out of my pretty kitty.  I also love to “practice” making them.

My designer purse fetish is legendary among my friends.

I scream at the sight of insects, and my “law” is that men should kill the bugs, but not with my shoes.

My friends and family call me Ash.  (I know, very original)

My favorite perfume: Be Delicious by DKNY

I do not share popcorn in the movies. You better get your own and let me scarf down mine.  By the way, I might steal a few sips of your drink.

I am a panty freak; I have a massive collection, in every style, and every color.  I also like to have the matching bra.

I don’t have as many pairs of high heels as I do panties, but I have a lot!

One of my pet peeves is passive aggressive people.

I am a hard ass when it comes to business.

I was captain of the debate team in high school.

I enjoy role play and have a small collection of wigs and costumes that’ll help make most fantasies come true.

I like my vibrator and other various sex toys, but nothing is a substitute for a hard cock of flesh and blood.

And there you have it, a little glimpse of me and a few answers to the many questions I’m asked on a regular basis.  So, keep asking away and who knows, maybe I’ll post a few more likes and dislikes type lists in the future.

Ashlee 866-350-5120

http://www.toohotnot2call.com/