Fire.

Do you know what happens when you spend time getting to know me? Do you know what happens when I spend time getting to know you? Magic.

I doubt you’ll know this post is about you.  Or maybe you will recognise yourself.  Let me explain to the reader …

I have had you in my life for over two years now.  The first time we met you were ever so shy.  I remember thinking to myself that this was all a bit odd with you being so quiet and all.  That first time was the beginning of something unique and for me, at least, incredible.

I have never been one to gravitate toward tantric sex.  I have always thought it was a bit soft and gushy for my liking.  I was all about the overwhelming passion, the animal lust … the you inside the me rocking my world.  I didn’t have time for softness and breath work.  Pffft.

It wasn’t a destination we were aiming for.  We would play.  Oh let’s try this and that and how about we do more of that … we just played.  There were zero expectations really – either way we were going to end our session with a bang.  We didn’t take ourselves seriously.  That was kind of key.

And then.  One day.  It happened.  We weren’t doing anything radically different but I had started breathing in tandem with him.  I started matching his breath.  I wanted to orgasm at the exact same time so I started surfing off his vibration.  I could feel his fire.  His body was shaking.  His breathing was short and sharp.

He is lying on top of my back.  His entire body is on top of mine.  I feel his breath on my neck.  I feel his cock burrowing into me.  He is so wet.  I am soaking.  His tongue is in my ear.  It is a lot.  I can barely stand the excitement.  I know he doesn’t even know he is human right now.  We are both just riding the waves for as long as we can before we burst into flame.

My favourite position with regard to my gushing is when he is on his back and I am leaning over him kissing his mouth as though my life depend on it.  His hand slips between my legs and with the combination of the kiss and the clit I gush so hard it runs down his fingers, his hand, his arm … I am everything, everywhere all at once.

Fuck.  You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.  None.  There is not a part of my body that you haven’t licked, sucked or fucked.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  xx

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Sniff.

James.  Sniffing panties is James jam.  I wanted to understand his kink.  Others have enjoyed my scent but James was more specific.  James wanted me to wear my panties for a couple of days prior to his visit.  He begged for photos of the panties, the crotch but I refused.  Bring an extra $50 and you can take them home with you James.

I chose soft white panties.  Every now and then I would touch myself, rubbing my pussy until I was juicy and aroused.  I thought about what James was going to do when he arrived.  I imagined him on his knees between my thighs sniffing my panties with cock in hand.

He was early.  He couldn’t wait.  I led him into my bedroom before directing him into the shower.  I might be dirty but he would need to be clean.  He stood in front of me naked with cock hard in hand.  Getting down on his knees with his hands on my thighs he went for it.

I could feel his nose on the silk pressing into my crotch breathing deeply sighing with satisfaction.  James was in his happy place.  I felt his tongue on the outside of the panties carefully licking under the elastic.  I have to admit I found it so incredibly exciting.  The one thing that turns me on above all else is feeling the sexual arousal of the man I am with.

Removing the panties ever so carefully before holding them to his nose and  mouth to sniff and lick was more arousing than I’d imagined.  My cunt was soaking wet.  If there is one thing I learned yesterday it was the knowledge that a man who loves to sniff panties is going to be very very very good at oral.

It was my first experience of that particular kink.  I liked it.  A lot.

Thank you James.  xx

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Hlo | Price | Address

This holiday season has started with a hiss and a roar and I have decided it is probably best not to meet many new guests if the last week is anything to go by.

It’s hilarious to me that some of the men think I am sitting up waiting for them to contact me at 3am, you know, just sitting around with my fishnets and heels on … just waiting for you to come and fuck me.  I mean, c’mon man …

I have zero intention of meeting anyone who has not arranged a suitable day/time to share an experience with me.  The complete lack of respect thinking that I am going to jump that dick because they have money.  Nup.

How about you introduce yourself? Let me know a name along with your age.  And please, please don’t be upset when I let you know that I will not see anyone under 45 – I just prefer my men to be fully cooked.  I imagine it takes a good 45 years for us all to have learned a few manners along the way.  Right?

Ideally, you will devour my website before contacting me.  You will think carefully about the day and time you would like to visit and together we will communicate and agree that we are compatible.  I am most assuredly not everyone’s cup of tea.  🙂

I would like the opportunity to prepare for you.  I only see one guest a day so it makes sense if I can just focus my sexual energy on your needs prior to your arrival.  I am certainly not intense but I am always curious … what makes you tick?

See? If you are looking for a quick fuck and you don’t even care to look into my eyes … I am probably not the right fit for you.  My ideal guest is probably over 50 with a great sense of self – looking for … more.  I am more.  xx

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Today.

Hey Jack

Phone sex with you this morning was so erotic.  It went to plan apart from the lack of forethought from me regarding your triggers and what not – apologies for that.  Instead I was being a little selfish and telling you exactly what I enjoy while we masturbated.

9.30am – Shower.  Prepare.  Towel.  Zeus.

I started thinking about you and having already been sent your hot cock photo I was already well on my way to being aroused.  I love that you took a photo of your cock at your desk – just your cock hanging out there … so hot.

I put my headphone on and got Zeus into position – between my legs on a gentle hum.  Zeus is heavy enough that I can control his movements somewhat with my thighs and gentle rocking of my hips.  I imagined you sitting there waiting for me to call you.  We both waited.

10am.

Hey Jack.  I know you can’t react to the words I am about to say but I want you to know that I am feeling so excited that my cunt is already soaking wet with want.  Jack.  Can I please imagine that I am under your desk sucking cock? I would be ever so quiet.  I would be such a good little slut.  Please.

Jack would you pull my hair so that you control the thrusting of your cock down my throat? I want to feel your cock going all the way down my throat until I am about to gag.  My cunt is dripping now Jack … your precum is warm and salty.  You pull your cock from my throat and wipe it all over my face.  Thank you Jack.

In real time I can hear you sigh.  In real time I know your cock is swelling.  In real time I can tell just how hard I am making your cock with my words.  I love that.  I told you that I would like to be stood naked with you fully dressed behind me – your fingers squeezing my nipples before sliding down to my achingly wet cunt.  I asked you to imagine, as I was, someone else crawling on the floor toward me.  You would allow him to eat me out … I imagined what that would feel like if you were inside thrusting at the same time.

I came so hard.  I gushed all over my thighs on to the towel.  You had excused yourself and gone into another room by now with only just enough time to tell me you were about to cum.  Man.  That was so fucking hot.  Phone sex.  It rocks!

Allessandra x

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Joy.

So this isn’t a sexy blog post.  This is an observation.  This is a short piece about joy.  A VIP told me about his latest hobby.  It sparks joy.  It seems such a silly boy toy but I realise just how important it is for human beings to be silly, to play.  When did we forget to play?

When did we decide to buy into the bullshit that we are here to be someone else’s slave? Work ourselves to death? Fuck that.  Men get to play more than women.  That is just a fact really, right? When I write that men get to be 7 year olds by playing on their bikes, cars, skateboards, computers – just for the pure fun of it.  Hear me out here.  What do women have? Yes yes yes – women can and do those same things but it is not the norm.

While you are out playing golf or racing around the track … what is she doing? I imagine she is cleaning, cooking, child minding, shopping … where is the joy in that? When did women stop having fun? Why don’t we lose ourselves in the pleasure of simply being? Is this part of the problem between men and women? Do women unconsciously resent that men can play?

I am on to something here.  If you don’t see how that affects the action in the bedroom then your eyes are painted on.  This really needs to be addressed.  Let’s get the girls doing cartwheels down the beach.  Let’s get them building sand castles.  Lets fucking play a while.  We are all just those 7 year old kids pretending to be grown ups.

Being a grown up is highly over-rated.  I would not recommend it.

Allessandra x

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Body.

Let’s talk about the human body for a minute.  And how about we acknowledge that there are maybe 10% of humans who are ridiculously good looking too? You would be forgiven in thinking you are a fat ugly human being considering the beauty norms we face on the daily.  Right?

We are bombarded with utter bullshit images every day.  The perfect body.  The abs.  The clear skin.  The lush hair.  It is all bullshit.  It is filters.  It is AI.  It is really affecting the way we move in this world.  Let’s just stop the nonsense.

How about we start loving our bodies instead? I had cancer a few decades ago.  All of my insides were removed.  There is a large scar that I am so conscious of.  It is a straight line from my belly button to my pubis.  I hate it.  It reminds me of a time where I was super vulnerable I suppose.

While I have yet to learn how to love this body I can certainly appreciate yours.

I love a man with a belly.  There is something quite lovely about it.  I prefer a man to be more interested in my body than his own.  Those gym bunny guys who can’t pass a mirror without checking their reflection do not get it.  Sexy is not about your body.  Nope.  It is the brain.

I get so turned on by intelligence that I discovered it is an actual kink : sapiosexuality.  Your body is the last thing I care about.  I want to suck your brain.  hah.

Allessandra x

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Tame. Me.

Being a switch is a truly powerful position to lean into – I am a woman who is very much in control of every aspect when it comes to my sexual pleasure.

But. I love the feeling when his cock is in my mouth.  There is such a weird power imbalance with oral sex.  My mouth my throat is available only for your pleasure.  I love the feeling of your cock making it a challenge to breathe.  I can only breathe when you pull your cock out enough.  Your cock is King.

Your hands on my body touching me however you see fit.  I want to feel the strength in your hands.  A determination of taking what is yours.  Spank me until I gush.  You know, you can control that, right? I can gush on demand if you tell me to in just the right way.  Once you take ownership of my body it becomes only about your wants and needs.  I live to serve cock.

I love to be blindfolded.  It allows me to go even deeper into this sub state.  You get to dominate your very own slut – imagine that?

I had someone just the other night send a message of things he would like to do with me.  It involved being blindfolded and tied up for his pleasure but I needed to meet him first.  We have met now.  Let the games begin.  😉

 

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Submissive.

There are those who pretend to be submissive or maybe even imagine themselves to be but I find for most it is just a game they play and truth be told they bottom from the top.  It is annoying.  You want to be my submissive? You will need to shut the fuck up and do exactly what I tell you to do.  There will be none of this “tell me what to do Mistress” bullshit where you want me to fulfil your sexual fantasy.  Your needs are irrelevant.  If it turns you on to serve my desire – great – but I don’t give a shit.

You do not get to dictate a single thing during this session.  If I want you to face the wall while I completely ignore you, so be it.  If I want you curled in a ball at my feet that is where you will be.  You have no need to think at all because your sole goal is to do as you are bid.  The only noise I want to hear from you are the deep sighs of satisfaction.

You will be safe.  You will be aroused.  And most of all you will be thankful that I am in control.  I suspect you spend your days controlling others which is why you sought me out in the first place.  Your ache to have that control removed is palpable.  I understand.  Your rightful place is beneath my feet.  And you will be so happy to pay for the pleasure.

Maybe you would like to clean for me? Hands and knees scrubbing my bathroom floor until it shines? Being totally ignored while you prepare a meal for me? Gardening naked while I relax on my daybed maybe? I will decide your use when we meet.

Do not try to bottom from the top.  I will break you.  You will arrive with a wad of cash.  I will make you pay.  Submissive? Show me.

Make your way to me.  Now.

Allessandra x

 

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Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.  I have been thinking about tomorrow for the past few days now.  It was an email from a stranger that started this feeling of excitement about tomorrow.

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Allessandra,

I have followed your Diary Entries & Blog for a while and I must tell you I am a huge fan of your writing! (Don’t even get me started on your audio tracks!)

My name is Jack, I am 67 and I work in banking, in a very open plan office! I loved your ‘The Office Fantasy’ story, and while I would give anything to reenact that in full – sadly it would not be possible unless I wanted to be on the 6pm news!

But I thought if you’re up for it – I would love to be on the phone with you, my colleagues thinking I am calling ‘Alex’ from the bank and you doing your utmost to break my ‘cover’!!

  • Jack

I have been thinking about this impending call over the past few days.  If you have followed my blogs you will already know that phone sex and I have a very intimate relationship.   It is perhaps the very idea that you are touching yourself while I am talking to you … it is just so erotic.

There are some guys who get all annoyed that it isn’t a video call.  Let’s address that.  Phone sex is as much about my pleasure as it is about yours.  I, too, get to experience that same erotic charge from masturbating with you.  It is the whole anonymity that turns me on.  I don’t need to see you and you don’t need to see me.  Although, of course, there are times I do ask you to send a photo of your cock or your orgasm but that is purely for my pleasure.

Tomorrow.  I will prepare.  I will shower.  I will spray my favourite fragrance (Tom Ford – Black Orchid) over my skin.  I will carefully place the towel on my bed so that I don’t soak my sheets when I gush.  Zeus will be at the ready.  We will be waiting for your call.  I am really excited.

I will update you upon completion of the mission.

Allessandra xx

 

 

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The Caller.

It’s no secret that I get off on phone sex and I guess some of you guys find it hot too.  Let me tell you about an experience I had last week.

I had a call from someone new who wanted to share a phone call with me.  He had pulled into a deserted car park just waiting for me to ready myself.  In the meantime, a VIP arrived so I thought I would see if he wanted to be a part of the call.  He did.  The caller was thrilled.

I had headphones on in order to focus on the caller who was relaying to me what he would like my VIP to do with my body at the same time.  It was an incredible feeling having my cunt eaten at the same time I am listening to the caller playing with his cock.

The caller was masturbating in his car, cock out with hand wrapped around – just listening to him moan was enough to make me orgasm.  I did my best to maintain my composure but one mouth on my cunt and one mouth whispering filthy nothings in my ear was too much.  I gushed.

By the time the caller had shot his load all over himself I was leaning over my VIP – his tongue dancing with mine with his fingers reaching for my clit … I gushed all over him.  Babe, you rocked my fucking world.  You know that.

The photo I am attaching to this was taken from another recent phone sex call.  I like that it looks like an upside down heart.  Connecting via the phone is a whole other sexual experience.  I loves it.  Lots.  🙂

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