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www.CumRideHarleyPhoneSex.Com

I am so excited to have my own site now, just thinking about it makes me want to rub my pussy!  *wink*

Thank you so much to all of you sexy guys that have allowed me to rock your cock since Klassy Kats opening.  If it wasn’t for you guys calling me this would have never happened.

This new site is just making me want to get kinkier, and nastier.  Now that I have my very own place to express my most taboo fantasies and secrets it is causing me to want to dig deeper and visit the dark side of taboo fetish play even more.  There are so many things I have yet to experience.  So many of you sexy guys I have yet to experience them with.

If you have never called me, please let me offer up this challenge to you.  Think of the nastiest thing that makes your dick rock hard, grab your lube and then share that nasty secret with me.  I guarantee you that together we will explore realms of sexual deviant play that you have never visited before.  I am not the “typical” phone sex girl, I like to get to know you, find out what it is you need to have the biggest orgasm ever, and then deliver it to you. No fake moaning and groaning will ever escape my lips.  Just ask to hear my juicy wet pussy as proof that I am insatiable and play on EVERY call.

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I will make you worship me!

I am a REAL WOMAN with TRUE DOMINANT and CRUEL TENDENCIES. I am a diabolical tease, a natural GODDESS: I’ve always enjoyed imparting torment to the droves of men who’ve followed. Enchanting, ensnaring and defiling MY victims has become second nature to Me. I relish in reducing you to a whimpering, begging whore before my very eyes. I revel in punishments and emotional cruelty, strict instructions and full debasement of slaves.I take delight in mind-fucking men, exposing and exploiting their weaknesses for My own amusement and training them to do, as I desire. I require TOTAL control, and I will dictate your every move- you will be grateful for the experience.

I enjoy SO MANY DIFFERENT FETISHES- that NO list will EVER be complete.

I revel in leather and latex, crave the highest, pointiest heels, enjoy the coolness of chains, embrace the absurd and love the smell of fear.

you will be used and exploited for MY pleasure. Losers and closet sissies will learn to obey and submit to My cruel assignments and whims.

Those without discipline and obedience with find my malice exhilarating. Do not test Me, you will lose.

Make yourself at home with losing and embrace it warmly.
I always win and I always get what I want. I am far more Superior than you can ever hope to be.

I take what I want from whomever I want.

I can and will take your body, your esteem, your money, your “manhood”, and your heart. From the second you saw MY face on this website, you knew that you would belong to me. Mine for abusing. Mine to fuck with. Mine to crush. Mine to ruin. Mine to exploit. The truth- you want and crave a CRUEL GODDESS to take you to your deepest fears and greatest desires… I will lead you  down the path you have always dreamed of.

My beauty, intelligence, wisdom, authenticity, experience, high standards and penchant for punishments make me the BEST OF THE BEST. You have been warned

I speak only with intelligent persons, as I myself possess a high intellect. Refrain from phoning if you cannot communicate intelligently. My time is precious, and you will be respectful.

 

 

A Fantasy we Can Make Real

Have you ever been at work early in the day and thought to yourself how much better it would be if you were home right now?  What would you be doing if your boss approached you and told you that you could leave?  I’m sure this kind of thing is something you’ve daydreamed about. I think, however, that this is something that doesn’t have to be a fantasy. You and I can make this real. No, you’re not about to have a vacation day just drop in your lap just because you want it, but you can have me in your ear just because you want it!  You can feign sickness to earn yourself a premature trip home to bed (with me).  The next time you’re bored at work and you have the whole day ahead of you, why not consider this?  It’s not something you can make a habit of, but you know you can make it happen once.   Once is all I’m asking for. I’m asking you to think about reaching down to massage your penis through your pants under your desk. Door to door, after rush hour, how long would it take you to get home?  Whatever that time is, that’s how long it would be before you and I were together.

 Or, you can do none of what I suggested, and just trudge through the day without me down your pants.  I know you don’t want that babe.Call me, because you want to.

Yours,

Ashlee

Are you prepared for your punishment?

What is wrong with this picture?  Do you see the frustration on my face?  Bitch you should have had my truck washed and ready for me to go out shopping this morning.  I can’t seem to trust you to even keep up with the simplest of orders.  I try to be a kind and loving Mistress but you can believe with all certainty that you will be punished.  Question is, what shall I do to you to punish you…so many ways, so many ways.

I think I will dress you up in your sissy attire and put your collar and leash around your neck and take you to your job and prance you through the employee lounge and make you tell all of your employees what a worthless sniveling bitch that you are.  I bet they all won’t look up to and admire their boss anymore, in fact I think you will be the laughing stock of your company.  I love when you beg me not to do something, it just makes me determined to do it more.  Get dressed now!

Window Watching

I love the textures of silks, satin lace and even leather. My soft skin longs for the caress of each, followed by the stroke of your hand, the warmth of your breath. My panties dampen at the thought of your arousal, as you gaze upon my luscious curves. I imagine myself parading in front of my window, wearing my favorite lingerie, my nipples hardening against the smooth fabrics. Each night I don a new outfit. I know you watch as I slip into each one, sliding my hands across my own body imagining they are your hands. your cock hard with desire as I slip out of each one, slowly seductively. Taunting you, daring you to do more than just watch. As my arousal builds I begin to wonder how long it will be till I hear your voice?

Why I became a Mistress

Last night one of my slaves asked me how it was that I became a Mistress.  That made me do some contemplating and I figured I would answer the question for all that want to know here.

A few years ago I just simply came to the conclusion that “most” men are beneath me.  You guys are blessed with testosterone and a cock and “should” be able to satisfy a woman in every way.   Not just sexually, but spiritually, mentally and emotionally.  However very few of you even come close.   Women were put on Earth to be mans “helper” and men are supposed to be our protectors and providers.

Most of you cannot even protect or provide for yourselves.  You spend most of you lives being helped and catered to by various women.  If it wasn’t for us you would be lost.  Why in the world would I need someone like that to guide me through life?

Now don’t get me wrong.  Occassionally I run in to a “real” man.  There are good ones out there.  The complete package is very rare though.  To find a man that can satisfy me in every way, very rare.  If they have an awesome cock and confidance to make me even actually want to fuck them then I find out they don’t even know how to manage their own checking account.  Or if I find out they know how to manage all of their personal lives and are not sniveling bitches waiting on a woman like me to guide them….then they have a 3 inch cock, or have 8 inches and don’t have a fucking clue how to use it.

Dicks are over-rated anyways.  I have much better orgasms from someone giving my ass and pussy a tongue bath and worshipping service.  Besides nothing gets my pussy jucier than to look down at a bitchboy slave in complete submission waiting to serve me in every and any way.

He Gives Me Pearls

In the little black dress and the killer heels that bring my shoulders level with his, and with the pearls he gave me—the opera-length string of pearls he pushed into my cunt—looped twice to adorn my décolletage: thus I appear on his arm at the rather swish literary function in the decidedly posh hotel.

Faces turn to us, curious, wondering: Who’s that with _____? Walking tall and feeling twenty pounds slimmer, I’m wearing my face-the-devil smile. Do I look as lucky as I feel? Hands reach out in greeting.

He introduces me as a visitor, a friend of a friend, and a fellow-writer, but they all know, and he knows they know, and he wants them to know, that in just a few hours, in a rather nice room just a few floors up, when I’m finally wearing nothing but a sheen of sweat, he’s going fuck me senseless.

And I am going to fuck him senseless. But, first, I still have the string of pearls that he gave me for around my neck, but I can’t seem to find the ones he stuck up my cunt. Lover, can you please fetch them for me. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Halloween pleasure

Did you have a good Halloween?  Boy did I! I dressed as a lil’ naughty cop.  My outfit was cute..and a hit.  All the guys loved it!  My girl friends and I went down town to this really hip club.  We were having a blast.  Doing body shots off each other turning the guys on like crazy!  I thought that I was going to meet someone knew and start another amazing sex life when I saw him…Adam.  I couldn’t believe it.  There he was dressed as a priest….with his wife, the nun.  Now, we all know he is no saint!  A few hours later when everyone was good and drunk…. she walked past me to go to the bathroom.  On her way back, she smacked my ass!!!  WHAT THE HELL!!!???  I couldn’t believe it. The night went on and the more body shots we did the more I wanted to get laid.  We were all packing up and ready to call it a night, when Adam came up to me.  He told me that his wife knows nothing.  They planned on coming here to find a third to bring home and he knew I would be there so he wanted to “pick me”… I looked over at her and winked so she knew that I was interested.  We planned on leaving the club and them coming over to my place.  I didnt want to go to “THEIR” house.  The details are hot, if you want to hear all about it, call me I would love to share my Halloween evening with you and hear all about yours!

Unforgettable Bubble Bath

I loved making love in the bubble bath last night. It was so incredibly hot. I love your strong hands on my wet body, making me feel so good. Your kisses leave me breathless and always leaving me wanting more. You’re so passionate and I love to feel your hot breath against my skin. I want you so deep inside me, as far as you can go and I never want you to leave. Stay there forever. Don’t leave me and I promise I won’t ever leave you. Last night will never be forgotten.

Love you-

Kaylee

Penis Size!

So, I thought I’d bring up the topic of penis sizes. Guys crack me up when it comes to talking about the size of their cocks. Most say they are well hung. Oh yeah! Haven’t you ever heard the saying that if they say they are so many inches, subtract 2 inches, and that’s their real size? It’s true, from what I’ve come across. I’m a size queen, though. My first sexual partner was quite endowed, and I bled the first six times we had sex. I stayed with him for over 2 years, so I grew accustomed to the large cock.Now, it IS true about larger guys. A lot of girls are terrified by a big one. They can hurt. They can hit the cervix (just like hitting a guy in the balls). OUCH! Big guys deal with that a lot, so it’s hard for them to get ass sometimes. But I still love ’em…

Hey, since they all know our breast size before they get us in bed, I think all men should get tattoos on their forearms, saying what their length and girth is. That way, once the pants come off, women don’t have to be like, “What am I supposed to do with THAT?”

Word of secret advice for the guys: If a woman doesn’t ask, don’t tell. There’s nothing worse than overexaggerating yourself to get the girl in bed, and then, when the pants come off, she’s disappointed. And don’t go around, warning about a small one either, unless you WANT some humiliation. If someone told me he was small before I ever entered the bedroom with him, his chances would be slim to none. So, just keep it a mystery. Isn’t that more alluring, anyway?

 

Sexy Sadie