It’s something that you do so well and with a tantalizing touch of superb southern class. Our erotic escape to the mountains has left your Mistress wanting more. It seems as though you have earned what it is you want the very most. Perhaps our next rendezvous will allow you this success assuming my gracious mood remains the same. *wicked smile*

Such a well dressed and extremely well mannered southern gent,who truly knows how to please a woman.  Sharply tailored to perfection,obedient and eager to do any task at hand,just to be near your Mistress. Yes,this I enjoyed very much and you most certainly are my good,good boy.

Edging you to the very brink of orgasm,watching your hard,swollen manhood drip sex juice,begging for a release was erotically intoxicating. My deliciously hot sex truly ached for you,my good boy, but I refused to give in so easily. I wanted to edge,tease,and seduce you to the point of no return. Your sexy southern pleas only elated your Mistress more and ultimately swept me away to our place of pure erotica I so love to go.

Slow Sensual Kisses,

Your Naughty Ashlee

The way that men are mesmerized by even the slightest hint of “cleavage” has always been of great interest to me. It really struck me the other day as I jogged down the street to hand over a package to the postman who was delivering mail in the area. I had on a slightly low cut top and my new french cut demi bra that cuts right under my nipples. I swear, the postman could not get his eyes off my tits the whole time I interacted with him. When he first noticed me approaching him, his eyes seemed to track with my bouncing tits and nipples that, admittedly, stood out like firm erasers through the fabric of my top. I smirked to myself as I walked back to my place and thought about how I must’ve frustrated his job for the rest of the day when all he clearly wanted to do was find some a secluded area to park his truck so he could stroke off. Pity he wasn’t my type as I might’ve been a good samaritan and gave him a helping hand.

Every once in a while, usually after a really good call, as the gentleman and I are saying good-bye he’ll say; “I love you.” This happens most often with regulars, but on occasion with new callers too.

The first time it happened it shocked the daylights out of me. I couldn’t believe that after just a short time together a bond of “love” could be established in a person’s mind.

Well, I gave it some thought and here are the possible reasons I came up with that might cause this reaction. Granted, some are better than others, but I’ll bet they all fit somewhere, sometime.

1) The man feels guilty…after all, he used me for sex and now feels he’d better ‘make it alright’ by saying the words all women want to hear.
2) Sex = Love
3) ‘I love you’ will of course entitle him to a discount next time (dream on).
4) A male’s penis is attached to his heart.
5) A male’s penis is attached first to the wallet with the nerve endings terminating in the heart. In short, there is no connection between the penis and the brain…lol
6) He doesn’t know anything else to say, so he simply mutters the words that come out every time he kisses his….girlfriend, wife, mother, sister, aunt or female anything.
7) Love at first sight really does happen.
8 ) I’m really that good along with quickly becoming the “Love-Goddess” of the universe.
9) What we did was so much better than masturbation it had to be love.
10) This is the one I prefer to believe: We had so much fun I took his mind off of his job, worries, worldly troubles, you name it, and he felt so comfortable with me that “he forgot it was a service” and loved every minute of our time together!

Gosh, I just realized that I did a 10 Best List…kind of like David Letterman…
Better watch out Dave, Ashlee the Goddess of Love might replace you.

NOT!

Loving you too,
Ash XO

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