Us.

I often tell guests that I will not fake anything during our time together and I mean that.  I think it is so important that I be truthful regarding sexual energy.  I will even take a mans face in my hands and tell him that he must wait for me to teach him how to kiss me.

We learn from each other.

I once had a lover who was a tetraplegic.  I was crazy about him.  Proper crazy.  I thought he was the sexiest man ever.  The way he conveyed his sexuality to me was incredible.  I still feel a certain way when he comes to mind.

An hour is generally not enough time for us both to relax so I take my role a bit more seriously, this is about your orgasm not mine.  Often a guest will swan into my bedroom and declare that he wants to watch me gush – unfortunately, it is not a switch I can flick on and off like that.

I fully expect you to enjoy every minute we are together even if afterward you get to listen to me prattle on about those things I feel strongly about.  hah.  You will know if you have seen me before.  I am a passionate wee soul but I bet I have annoyed more than one of you.  Sorry.

What am I trying to say? OK.  I am wanting to let you know that I will do everything in my power to make you orgasm.  I hope you want to do the same but I totally understand that you are paying and as such you might not give a hoot about my orgasm.  But.  You see? That is where the magic happens.

Intimacy and connection lead to the best sex ever.  Trust me.  xx

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Her.

I will do my best to convey my thoughts on the subject of female sexuality but please remember that I really know nothing much at all other than what I have experienced.  I understand my perspective may be a little different to other women.  I am going to talk about it anyway.  It is important.

The subject is far too vast for a simple blog post but we have to start somewhere, right?

Most women don’t orgasm.  Despite what you might imagine or the books you have read or the porn you have watched – most women don’t orgasm.  Most women are not in touch with their sexuality because most women are not in touch with their bodies.  A pretty bold statement right there and I am sure someone way smarter than me could easily disagree with me but here I go regardless …

Not every woman’s experience will mimic mine exactly but I am sure every women might find herself nodding in agreement nevertheless.  I did not know women were meant to enjoy sex.  Imagine! I thought we were to make noises, oooh and ahhh and yes baby and all that bullshit just to make a man orgasm.  I thought it was about him.  It was never about me.  I was 30 years old before I realised I could not only orgasm but I could gush and I needn’t ever stop.  I could orgasm until the cows came home, made a cuppa and went back out to the field again.

You cannot imagine the sexual freedom I felt when this discovery was made.  Once I knew it was possible it became my life’s work to understand it.  I wanted that feeling all the time.  Every time.  And that of course is where the problem is between men and women.

Even if women were in touch with themselves – once a man orgasms they lose the desire to continue so women are left … wanting.  We know it is possible to orgasm, we want to gush and dear dog almighty we want to lose control.  But.  We deny ourselves.  Instead we focus on his orgasm.  And then he cums and then it is over.  We learn managed expectations.

Does that make sense? What is the point to all of this if both parties are not laying in a sweat and cum and panting from exhaustion? We both miss out.  I reckon I am on to something.  I am still pondering.  Let me know if you have any thoughts to share please.  xx

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Him.

Let’s start with the idea that I only have an understanding of this subject from my years in the sex industry so it is from my personal viewpoint and experience.  This comes from a heartfelt desire to help my fellow humans develop a deep sexual connection.

I don’t know if I have touched on this before but I often have older men arrive feeling shame and embarrassment regarding their ED.  It appears that prostate cancer is a huge contributor in regard to this issue.  Often clients are left buying sex toys to try and improve the situation.

One of my dear guests has even gone so far as to create his own penis pump! It is fiddly and while the cock may swell – the raging hard on is still a distant memory.  This is what has made me ponder deeply on the subject.  I really do hope you are not offended by what I am about to reveal.  Yikes.

Alrighty.  Here goes.

Your hard cock has as much to do with my orgasm as your eyebrow does.  Whether your cock is harder than a rock or as soft as a noodle – neither matters to me in the least.  I simply do not care about your hard cock as it pertains to my sexual enjoyment.

Wait! What?

This is when it suddenly hit me like a tonne of bricks.  You are focused on the wrong thing.  Absolutely and completely.

While I might not be the same as your lover, your wife, your partner simply because I can gush without touching myself – we do have something in common.  We have spent many an encounter focused not on our orgasm but on yours.  For some reason women aren’t taught that they should experience an explosion of sexual chemistry.  Nope.  Our job has always felt like a one sided affair when it comes to sex.

I can already sense your frown.  But wait, there’s more.

Women – we are the Madonna or we are the Whore but the truth is we are both.  While it might be true that I am a whore – trust me – if money were not involved you would most likely never get to experience my sexual desire.  Nor would you want to.  I get it.  I am not your one true love.  Or your second.

Women are not expected to gush with excitement – in fact, I am a bit of an anomaly I suppose.  It has taken a lot of time, fabulous lovers and most importantly it has taken my discovering my own sexual energy.  It’s been a trip.  Man.

So.  Now we get to the gnarly part of this post.  I put myself in my guests position.  What if I could not get hard? What if my penis were tiny? This could leave me as it does my guests feeling worthless but instead I would be the best fucking lover on the planet! That would be my goal.  I would focus ONLY on their orgasm.

I was talking to a girlfriend about this very subject recently to get her perspective on what I am trying to say about this subject and she got it! Oh yes, immediately she recalled her best lover as a man who learned her body inside and out.  The way he could play her like a fiddle took her to the moon and back.

I know when I focus only on his orgasm I am offering him something important.  The giving is key to this … giving without thinking of receiving is pivotal.

Just my 02 cents on a Sunday afternoon.  I would love to hear your thoughts if you have any pertaining to this post.  We are all just learning … xx

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Me. Kinda.

My hair isn’t actually pink – it is just a thing I am trying out.  The best invention for this photography stuff is the $18 selfie stick I bought from Kmart the other day – you can see it in my hand in this photo.  Brilliant.

Self conscious doesn’t begin to describe my relationship with being photographed.  I was with my ex-husband for 15 years – there is not a single photo of us together – not even on our wedding day.  It is a thing.  I am determined to get over one of my biggest issues.

Every single day I take a selfie just to get used to seeing myself.  I understand that I appear super confident and I am when it comes to my sexuality but the body part of it is still a work in progress.  And obviously, if I cared more I would be hitting the gym so clearly I am either not over the top worried or I am just fucking lazy.  One or t’other.  xx

 

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Self Image.

I have spent days learning all about photography and editing.  I am so sick to death of looking at myself especially because I am feeling less than impressed with myself.

I had photos taken by a photographer but we didn’t have the same vision.  I wanted erotic, not hardcore.  I honestly do not have the body for hardcore porn photos so that has been disappointing.

Our physical beauty fades as we age but we exude a certain something else in its place that I have noticed my men picking up on.  I have become more sure of who I am even if my body refuses to magically be whipped into shape.

It used to amaze me that men would assure me how much they loved my body.  There is a man who visits whose wife is fit as fuck but he adores my flaws and my fat arse.  haha.

Men seem to improve as they age.  I often refer to it as cooked.  You want a man to be fully cooked.  It is why I have such little interest in men younger than 45 – it truly is a maturity thing.  I like a man who has a bit of meat on his bones.

One thing that I wish more men would take care of though – nose hair.  It is one of those things that simply must be taken care of – please.

I am learning how to create photos that I like.  It is a learning curve.  And for those men who bolster my confidence with their smatterings of compliments – thanks.  xx

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Photos.

I am quite photo phobic.  Its quite the challenge to allow a stranger to take personal photos that I hope will arouse the man who finds himself on my website.  A professional photographer I have yet to meet will be arriving tomorrow night to hopefully take some fresh new photos for your enjoyment.

I am not a model.  Clearly.  haha.  So, finding a way to show you my best features is quite the challenge when, for me, it is my mind that is by far my most sexual feature.  But.  I get it.  Men are visual creatures.  Most of the men who visit me don’t even bother reading my blog or my diary which is kind of disappointing because the kind of men I want to attract are those who value what I am trying to produce here.

I am not going to appeal to everyone or even most for that matter – I am not your general run of the mill whore.  I want to know you and I want you to know me.  I want tantric.  I want wild.  I want us to both lose control.  I do understand that for you, this is not about me but for me, this is not about you either.  For me, it is an us experience.  We have to leave expectation at the door and see if our bodies, minds connect.

So.  What would you like to see? I am unable to turn the comments on here at the moment but I really would like to read your thoughts.  Email : info@allessandrabrowne.co.nz

Thank you x

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Ye Olde Dick Pics.

Many is the man who has sent a photo of his beautiful cock my way when asked and of course, at times, when not asked so I have quite the collection now.  There are some who when I hear them cum during a phone call that I ask to take a photo of what remains – just because.

I was having a conversation with a fantastic man recently about this very subject – cock pics.  I have given it a lot of thought and come to the conclusion that this woman prefers photos of cocks that are not hard.  Let me explain.

The in between state between unaroused to aroused is where my lust lays.  It is still full of promise.  I wonder if that is odd.  It is a bit like my kink for men wearing sweatpants sans underwear … there is just something so fucking sexy about the way the cock hangs … I really really love that look on a man.

Just the other night I had a gorgeous man knock at my door wearing grey sweats sans undies – my excitement was palpable.  Even thinking back to that makes me feel a little something something down there …

While I might have a small collection of said photos I can tell you the name of every single one of ’em.  Like fingerprints – everyone is different.  And special.  Thank you for sharing.

 

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Moons.

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Will he offer me his mouth?

Yes

Will he offer me his teeth?

Yes

Will he offer me his jaw?

Yes

Will he offer me his hunger?

Yes

Again, will he offer me his hunger?

Yes!

And will he starve without me?

Yes!

And does he love me?

Yes

Yes

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Yes

I bet you say that to all the boys!

– Meatloaf

Wolf.  Come.  You know who you are.  You know what I want.  Offer me your mouth.  Bite my lip.  Did you know I can gush at the very thought of your body on top of mine? Your cock buried deep not moving at all while your tongue is in my mouth forcing my body to arch.  The sound of your breathing arouses me like you cannot even imagine.  I love that I can feel your heartbeat.  I feel your body reacting to your own arousal.  Layer upon layer of you me us – fuck me baby.

Last night I was alone with my thoughts which led me to the memory of you me us.  There is something honest about what we do – no pretence – just this tantric feeling of oneness.  Can I write that without you taking offence? We snatch time and make the most of it.  You fill me up.  But.  You are not here.  You are not even there.  You are on the moon.

It is Zeus and I now.  I have folded a towel beneath me so I can get all wild and abandon any sense of self control.  I can scream your name.  I can gush all over myself.  I am so aroused right now that I am going to have to let Zeus do all the work while I record my orgasm for you.  You know who you are.

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Merry Ho Ho’s.

Here we are again.  Christmas.  For me it is a bittersweet day spent contemplating what the next year might bring.  Those of you who know me will already know that I don’t have any people to spend it with so if you find yourself feeling a bit lonely and would like some intimacy … I will be here.

For those who have yet to make their way to me : Please, do not send a text with “Hlo.  Price?” Clearly if that is your level of communication then I am not the woman for you and you are most definitely not the man for me.  My phone spends the majority of its life on silent so calling me at 4am asking if I want a fuck is a sure sign you are mentally unwell, drunk or stoned – just – no.  Nope.

I plan on getting some long overdue writing completed over the next week.  Writing is my one true love, I have had little energy for this past month or so.  I have a rule when it comes to writing.  I am not allowed to edit – I am sure you have realised that by now.  haha.  I need inspiration.

Anyway.  Have a fantastic break.  I will be taking bookings in between bathing in the sun.  xx

 

 

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Sub. Mission.

You know who you are.  You walk with head held high while you stride with confidence.  Yeah.  You.  You are in charge with so many responsibilities and more than enough people relying on your abilities.  You’ve got this! You are in complete control.  But oh my … wouldn’t you like to lose that control just once in a while?

You know who you are.  You arrive at my door with your heart all aflutter and a bead of sweat running down your back.  That sweet moment when you could still turn around has gone the minute you ring the bell.  Fate is on the other side and she waits for no-one.  It is time to breathe in and it is time to breathe out.

You know who you are.  With eyes downcast for fear of showing yourself too soon you await further instruction.  Every cell in your body is fizzing.  Let it be excitement at becoming undone.  Decide that.  Understand that.  It has taken you all this time to get you from there to here.  Now you need only trust this one human being in front of you.  You will be taken care of.  Trust me.

You know who you are.  Have you ever come undone? Do those words make you wonder what it would take for you to become undone? Can you imagine what it is to give your power to another person? The trick I suppose is knowing them well enough to make their body dance.  You know that dance.  The one that starts with the breath and ends with a gush.  Arousal would be a snake if it were a word.

The mission is no longer impossible.

You know who you are.

xx

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