A Chesty Girl Always Wonders

I've always had the luxury of relying very heavily on my chest to gain the attention of an infinite number of gentleman callers. While I am proud of the power, I wield when I wear something revealing or tight, I sometimes wonder what things would be like without such big boobs. My ass is something special, and I've caught guys staring at it with bulges emerging as they do. I wonder if I had to rely on my ass and smile how much different things would be. I probably would learn how to maximize those other assets. I'd probably bend over more to call attention to myself. I love wearing summer skirts and dresses. While wearing a skirt or a dress, you could simply walk up from behind me, lift up my skirt and penetrate me in the rear. However, without my chest, I think I would discard the dress in favor of shorts that tightly cling to my body. Skin tight clothing would go from being a once-in-a-while plaything to something I wore more frequently, perhaps regularly. What about you babe? If I prioritized my ass over my chest, how much more would you love me?

Yours,
Ashlee

Who Would You Rather Be?

I was reading a book the other day about a guy who had a big crush on a girl he knew was bad news. It’s not that she was a mean spirited girl or anything; rather she was mixed up with some bad elements, if you know what I mean. He followed her around, trying to get her attention, but much to his chagrin he caught her giving some stranger head on a park bench. It was the kind of neighborhood where no one would call the cops for such an action. As she was making him cum, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock further into her throat. She was gagging all the while, her arms dangling in protest. Finally his head arched back, his eyes closed, as he shot his load into her mouth. He let go of her and she fell backwards, gasping for air. The follower was nearly in tears. He rescued her from his discomfort, took her back to his place where he let her cry herself to sleep. He spent the night curled up next to her, feeling guilty because his hard cock was snugly pressed up against her. This was the price she paid for the overnight visit, she thought to herself.

My question for you is which guy would you rather be to me? The one who mercilessly inflicts pain on me, as I suck you off, or the tender, caring guy who wants to gently make love to me as our affection for one another grows?

Yours,
Ashlee

Pumping You

The other day in the park I saw a girl sitting on a guy's lap, playing him like a tease. She had her arms around his neck, harnessed by his arm behind her. He definitely loved every moment of it, and she was clearly up to something. I couldn't figure out what the vixen wanted from her chump, but it sure made me wonder what I would do if I had you all to myself in the park and wanted something from you. I guess what I would be willing to do would be dependent on what it was that I wanted from you. To be taken to dinner, I might straddle your crotch, facing you as your cock rushes to attention. For a full night out on the town, I might insist you suck the sweat off my tits while I cradle your head in my hands. For diamonds, well, you know what they say about diamonds being a girl's best friend!

What do I need to do to pump you for what you want? It doesn't start with a call. It already started. You're hard, it feels good. Let me take it from here.
Yours,
Ashlee

Dressed to Impress

This afternoon I was sitting in the park, enjoying the beginning of fall. That means I can't wear clothes that are as revealing as when the weather is boiling hot. I'm not going to say that it's a challenge to attract attention in fall, but what I will say is that the staring isn't as ardent. When it's hot, I tend to wear very tight shirts, oftentimes with light colors like white or light blue. This way when I begin to perspire you can see through my top. Now that I don't have the advantage of heat, I have to produce my own! This means more cleavage, and more of my ass hanging out. Summer dresses at this time of year are lots of fun for me too, because of how much the skirt blows around, teasing onlookers with the hope of a good look at where they wish they could go. I like dressing to attract, and I love that you love my telling you about it. Would you allow me to show off the goods if we spent a night out on the town, parading me around like a trophy? Or, are you the type that would get angry with each stare you noticed fixated on me? I can't wait to learn what you'd have me wear!
Yours,
Ashlee

The Snuggest Place in the World

This morning I went to the gym and worked out a lot harder and longer than I usually do. When I returned home I was beyond exhausted, wanting nothing more than to cleanse myself and indulge in a massage. I soaped myself up in the shower for a bit, enjoying the warm water (oh how you would have loved to see me!), until my legs were so weak that they could no longer hold me up. I dried off a little and collapsed on my bed, lying on my stomach. It is precisely at this point that I thought of you! I would have given anything to have you there, powdering up my naked back and bottom, ready to put your hands to work. It would be your job to put your strong hands all over my body. I'd moan every now and again when your hands felt particularly soothing. I think the most difficult part for you would be resisting the urge to climb on top of me, my bare ass up in the air, revealing my pretty, pink lips. As I lay there you survey my glistening slit and think about how this looks like the snuggest place in the world to place your cock.

Yeah, you know what to do.

Yours,
Ashlee 866-206-7106