Call Me

I Wanna Make You "Oooh and Ahhhh"

It's the Adventure ...

I love all of my NF friends.  Everyone I meet is so different and so individual, but of course I have my "type" that I love.  It shows in my list of friends that have been with me a while.  Most of you get me.  I don't do NF full-time and as a matter of fact, I'm only around when two of two things are  evident:  I have time on my hands to maintain my friendships and I'm feeling relaxed enough to enjoy being really naughty.  No one wants to be with someone who's just going through the motions, right? 

Truth is I'm in the mood more often then I'm here and that's because I don't really have a lot of free time.  Honestly, I'd love to be here more often but I chose the single life and the responsibilities that go with it.  And while being on NF will never make me rich, I do enjoy it - and I do enjoy being able to buy a pair of sexy boots or a skimpy dress once in a while.  I like buying new toys too, although lately I've been breaking them before I really get attached to them.  Well, breaking is a harsh word, maybe it's more that I wear them out. 

So at least you know, if I've never told you before, that you'll only find me here when I'm in the mood - I've never faked an orgasm in my life, and I'm not about to start.  Sure I think I could probably fake one good enough to get you where you'd like to be, but it's so much nicer when we can both get to that destination together.

So if you missed me yesterday and this morning (Sunday), it's quite probable that you'll find me here later tonight.  At this point I don't know if I'll wind up home or out watching the game at someone's house or a sports bar - that's my spontaneous, single life.   If you know me - you know this.

So, I hope I get to see you later ...

Rain on Me ....

Weather Whether or Not
We've had a drought all summer here in this little Carolina hamlet and the lake is almost bone dry.  I've never seen anything like it.  So Mother Nature decided to toss our otherwise hot and sunny weather for some cold, windy, super-rainy weather - without much of a warning.  Of course it's October and everyone here is in this weird space of wearing flip flops by day and boots by night.  All of this adds up to a quick chest cold that hit yours truly. 

I've been fighting it for days and I think I beat it.  Have I found a cure to the common cold?  Maybe.  How awesome would that be?  I could change the PSO on my biz cards to read Pneumonia Specialist and Over-comer.  LOL 

Anyway it's the weekend and inside is the only place anyone around here wants to be.  It's pouring and actually cold.  We don't usually feel cold until after November and it's always bearable until about January/February.  Still, I'm not complaining. 

I'll be one of those staying in.  And beside a call I have to take this afternoon and a couple of carved-out hours to get some personal stuff done, I should be around pretty much all weekend.  If I'm not here - taking a break or 'cause it's slow - just email me and I'll check it periodically.  I'll write you back so we can figure out a good time for us.  Deal? 

So back to life ... I had a second date with a guy last night.  He's big, strong and from what I can tell so far - he's funny when he wants to be, but he's incredibly shy.  Perhaps I intimidate him in some way.  I'm not loud, I'm a good listener and I can pretty much strike up a conversation with anyone, but apparently he's divorced and his ex took him for such a rough ride that he's been "off the market" for a while.  So, we haven't gotten anywhere near the "fun" stage of our friendship and don't know if we will. I kind of hope not, because I know myself well enough to know that it would make me disappear from NF again.  I'm weird like that. 

But at the least I have a new friend.  Maybe if I tell him what I do, it'll keep us at the friend level and I can help him overcome his shyness at the same time.  That would be nice for both of us.  He's too young to give up on sex and dating - everyone is in my opinion LOL.  I can imagine I'll probably be this old lady one day who is known for keeping libidos up all over the world.  That would be pretty awesome, don't you think?  People would be fit and healthy, not to mention happy.  Yeah!  I could be saving lives - expanding life expectancies even.  Wow!  This could be big!  (You have just witnessed one of my goofy ADD-inspired epiphanies - some of which might really work!)

But getting back to the weather ... it's going to rain all weekend and when it's dark and cold and rainy, I always find it appropriate and necessary to stay in a dark room in bed, letting the cold excite my nips, while warming the rest of my body in various ways and of course and staying wet like the weather.

I can do all that alone, but I don't want to. 

So if you're having the same type of day (or not) call me and we can exchange ... conversations about the various temperatures we can ignite.  :)

xxo

Just a Little Break

Can't find me?  Well, it's been quite an exciting morning and a lovely one too.  After re-connecting with a few friends, I find I've worked up quite an appetite.  So I'm taking a little break, but I'll be back after a hot meal and quick shower - or a quick meal and a hot shower .... oh hell, you know what I mean.  I've had so many orgasms this morning, my brain is scrambled.  Not that I'm complaining.

So while I give my body a good scrub and grab some grub, I hope you'll be looking for me.  And I hope we'll be "connecting" later this afternoon.  Send me an email on NF and tell me when you wanna play.  None of my friends seem to be around today, so I'm free.  Maybe they're doing what I'm doing (tee hee).

xxo Ashley

Oh Yeah ... PS

I'll be around a little while tonight (Friday) depending on what's going on later.  And I'll be here Saturday morning to early afternoon and Sunday the same.

Hopefully you can join me.

xxo Ashley

Muscle Control

So I hit the gym as usual on Thursday and felt like I was looking good, feeling good and ready to challenge myself.  The gym can be a competitive environment and I don't just mean as in "Who is the strongest"?  It's the girls who are most competitive with each other, and it has almost nothing to do with strength.

Normally I'm not the jealous type either in any way.  Non-competitive, non-jealous.  I'm a free spirit and I like to think of others that way - we're all unique, we all have a specialness about us.

But I guess we all have our moments.  Like the big bullies in the school yard who find out one day that there's always going to be someone bigger and scarier than they are, even when they think it's impossible - that was sort of how I felt when I saw Jennifer.

Really - even her name was perfect.  She was tall, like me.  She was fit, like me.  She even had the same brand of workout clothes on that I wear.  She was blond - not like me.

I've always enjoyed being a brunette.  I've even made my hair darker at times just for that deep, sultry, exotic look.  I never wanted to be a blond.  They're so common.  But her long, straight ponytail seemed to be attracting attention.  Maybe it was because she was flinging it around and people were afraid to get whipped with it.  I was working out next to her at one point - a little weightlifting.  A little competition, shall we say.

She was pulling more weight than me at one point and I just wasn't going to have it.  Oh hell no.  So, I went 5 lbs. above hers.  I hurt myself.  Thankfully not then and there.  But by the time I drove home, my upper arm was already tightening.  I pulled a tendon or something.  By the time night time rolled around I couldn't even pick up a glass of water without feeling pain and there was a big knot just under my muscle.

After Jennifer finished pumping her man arms until everyone was looking at her, she put the last weight back in the holder and pulled out her ponytail, shaking her head like she was in some shampoo commercial.  I must have "tsk"ed without knowing it, because my trainer friend, Kevin, said, "C'mon Ashley, pay attention."  Feeling embarrassed now because he said that loud enough for all to hear, it only added to my fire.  That's when I think I lost it and over-pumped my iron.  I'm not sure if it was the bigger weight or the push afterwards, but either way, I screwed up.  And I should have known better.

Well, after a night of aspirin, some cold and some heat and a day off from the gym, I'm feeling better.  That's my stroking arm for goodness sake!  My dominant arm that does just about everything for you and for me.  I let my petty feelings f'up my livelihood and I got injured to boot.  Screw that.  This is not a good feeling for me.  Now I'm just mad at myself.

I'm not sure why I shared this with you - maybe to show my more vulnerable side - I know I try to act all stoic and vulnerability is usually saved for the bedroom, but I guess we're all alike in one way - we're human. 

Will I let that bleach blond B get the better of me next time?  I highly doubt it.  I can flip hair and turn heads like the rest of them.  From now on, the only one who gets the better of me is you ... that's part of the fun, isn't it?

As for my muscle control - we all know that I have other, more intimate muscles that are quite remarkable.  I love to brag that I can make you spill without having you move a muscle - it's those hidden ones you have to work on, and the payoff is usually quite substantial.  :)

It's All About You and Me

Happy Autumn!

Okay, so maybe Wednesday wasn't the best night for NF; it's kind of quiet tonight, and by the looks of other listings it's quiet all over the Flirtville.  Is it another football night?  When I moved to the south, I thought i got it down - Friday, high school ball; Saturday, college ball and Sunday, pro ball - and then of course Monday Night Football.  Did I miss the news about Wednesday ball?  Oh gosh this is so confusing.

I used to really love football, but then I grew up and got more interested in football players and ... well, I've forgotten everything I ever learned about the sport.  But I never forgot one single linebacker, safety or full-back.  Quarterbacks always get all the attention, but if my man if going to be a jock, then my choice would be a big, thick muscle head.  But I'm kind of getting off-track here ...

I'll be around over the weekend, if not before.  Of course if you want to suggest a time and place for a naughty romp, you can always email me on NF.   'Talk soon.

xxo Ashley

New Toy in the Toy Box

Wanna' Play With Me Tonight?
I know, it sounds so silly, but I really am psyched about the latest addition to my toy box.  It's small so it's discreet, but it really packs a nice buzzy punch that actually made my eyes roll back in my head.  I got it yesterday but I passed out before I got a chance to break it out.  I did however remember this morning (I can't think of a better way to start the day sans having a friend over).  It pulses on 7 different settings - quite a resume for a bright red bullet that's only a few inches long, if that. 

It's been a crazy week, a busy week so far.  I know you can probably relate.  So I hope you'll join me this evening for a little stress relief.  Let's see if we can wear out the batteries in my new buzzy toy.

See you around 8 PM (EDT).

Looks Like a Wake and Bake Kind of Day

Sunny South

Part of what I love about living below the Mason-Dixon line is the warm weather.  Sometimes it gets absolutely scorching hot, but as long as there's a pool to dive into, who cares?  It's been a little chilly here - unseasonable so.  Cool mornings and cool evenings though don't indicate cool days here by any means and I'm pleased to say that today it's going to get in the high 80s.  Great because my tan lines are fading fast.

There's something about tan lines that men find exciting.  I personally love the way they like to trace the lines with their fingers as if they were tracing and invisible bikini on my body.  It really gives me thrills and chills - of course, in a good way.  Tingly might be a better description.  Why don't you allow yourself the pleasure of exploring my tan lines?  I'm absolutely craving a little attention today, and if you give me what I want, you know I'll likely reciprocate and give you whatever you want.  Sounds fair, no?

PS:  I was on late this morning (slept in and it felt fantastic) and I'll be out soaking up the sun this afternoon, but look for me late afternoon / tonight.  If you're watching football, I'd love to join you for a little half-time fun!  And maybe I can get you to rub some after-sun lotion on my back.  That's one sure way to get me worked up.  If you don't believe me, just read my latest short story, "Sex on the Beach."  All of my stories are based on true, real-life adventures and this one is more truth than any of them. 

Bad to the Bone and Lovin' It!

Payback is Happily Inevitable
So, after a couple of weeks back on NF I finally received my punishment for disappearing from NF and being away so long.

I love all the different ways to play with all the different players in my life, and I must say that being welcomed back with such open arms was a thrill to me ... still, I have this naughty side of me that expects to be punished.  Today I finally got it. 

It was almost like a head game.  I thought I had gotten away with something without too much fan fare and I was starting to think that maybe I liked the thought of getting away with something and not being caught or reprimanded.  But for any of you that know me, for all my ways of being ... being punished is a turn-on. 

Letting someone else be in charge is a nice break from the seductive-Ashley attending to your needs or the naughty Ashley who basically sells her soul to get a passing grade in grad school.  I love being all of those people and more, but changing it up every once in a while to being the girl who has no say in what is to occur can be exhilarating to say the least.   I imagine it's something like when a corporate big-wig gets his bum whacked while on all fours - he can submit to mindless pleasure without pressure, so when I tell you that the pressure was released this afternoon you wouldn't be wrong to imagine a pressure-cooker about burst. 

This was a nice way to unwind for me this morning - especially after I clicked on a few other hotties' listings and saw some of my favorite leave reviews under another girl's listing - most of them that I did see happened while I was "absent," but it gave me an uneasy, almost jealous feeling.  Kind of like going on vacation and seeing someone sitting at my desk when I returned with all the guys in the office looking and acting like everything was normal.  Of course I didn't expect everyone to just stop calling NF.  I'm not unrealistic about things.  But seeing it in cold-hard writing was ... well I felt like I had let you all down - and I have.  And then the realization that I still hadn't been punished for that made me feel like I needed some closure on the situation.

In a weird twist of fate, all of my calls were from some of my more dominant friends and I started to feel that closure I had longed for.  Suddenly my jealousy turned to sheer abandon and I felt like I had regained my seat behind my desk again.  Even weirder was that the one call that put me entirely over the edge (and my last call this afternoon, but no my last for the day) was from a new friend - a total stranger, but absolutely a new friend.  Despite the miles of phone wire between us, I'd be almost justified in suspecting that I was pregnant after that call.  And the climactic release I felt was invigorating to say the least. 

Now I feel like life can resume as normal on NF - not that for the most part it hadn't but I was getting almost bummed that I wasn't being punished for my wrongdoing.  Does that make sense? 

Now I feel free to be me with whomever I may be with whether they need me to be coy, shy, seductive, bratty, willing or unwilling to play their game.  And all the jealousy I felt about my guys visiting others - well, my confidence returned.  I began to tell myself that they'd all be back and that all those hoochies would be tossed aside like the garnish they were - I'm the dish they want.  And while I at one time actually considered lowering myself to their level (those brazen, no talent "f-me" girls), I now know that I can only be me and that that's what my friends appreciate - and now I'm more confident and relaxed then I've been in months.

I try not to be too emotionally connected, but it doesn't always work like that.  But as long as I can be me, and feed your desires, I'm happy.  I can't be jealous of my friends taking advantage of other girls when I'm clearly talking to many myself, right?  Right.  Still I hope that all of you know that I'm sincere as well as connected to each of you.  I feel acceptance for my kinks and quirks and I want others to feel the same - always, in all ways. 

I'll be around tonight (last night I had some killer margaritas that kind of filled my quota for the night life for the rest of the weekend), so I'll definitely be around.  If you miss me tonight, you can catch me tomorrow.  I know it's football day, but there's always half-time!

xxo Ashley

Well, when I come back later, I'm hoping that the vibe continues.  But I had to take a break ... I was lucky enough to have so many calls that I felt all used up.

Thursday Already?

I've been so busy the past few days, and I'm sure you have been busy too.  So what do you say we work off a little steam tonight together?

I can't wait to "insert and push play."  LOL

See ya' around 8 or 9 PM (EDT)?  I hope so.

xxo Ashley

Making Connections

NF Connections
Well, it's been quite a Saturday.  I was on earlier and made a few new friends, which is always nice.  I already have some good friends on NF and I enjoy the connections, so it's always nice to deepen those friendships as well as welcome in some new ones.

Internet Connections
So after a while, I decided to take a break and among other things, tackle a couple of projects I'd been putting off.  One was replacing my internet modem to speed up my connection.  It's not quite Mercury retrograde yet, but it's a little more than a week away, and I know that once it starts, messing with electronics of any kind is not a great idea.  There's bound to be problems, not that I mind trouble occasionally, but these kind of problems just take up time and time is precious, right?  I decided to bite the bullet (but not too hard) and dive in.  I won't get into the boring details, but of course there was a problem and I had to call the internet provider.  Well, since you're reading this, you can see by the evidence that I'm clearly up and running (faster supposedly) so ... one more connection secured today!  I'm not doing too bad.  Of course it did take a long time, since I'm a little stubborn and was convinced that I could follow directions and do it myself, I'm a here a little later than I expected, but I did say I'd be back and I am.

Close Connections
Of course, the other thing that put a crimp in my day (in a good way) was of a more up-close and personal nature.  Right about the time I finished my internet connection and cleaned up the box and cable mess, I heard, "Bang, Bang, Bang."  And then I heard it again.  Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened the door and was greeted with the shrieking sound of an electric saw.  There were guys working on the wooden stairway on the first floor, but since I live right by the stairs the sound just rose up three floors to greet me right where I live.  It would have been impossible to get back on NF, so I decided to go down and ask the guys how long they'd be working.  I also wanted to know what happened to the stairs.  I'm thinking maybe I should get a long rope in case I ever have to shimmy down it to leave my crib in the sky.  If the stairs aren't safe and there's no elevator ... a rope will be about my only hope, unless I grow wings. 

So who was working the saw?  That super-tall, super-handsome maintenance man that I have a serious crush on.  He's a handsome, simple country boy, about my age, about 7 feet tall - no kidding.  The first time I met him, my smoke alarm was in need of a battery and he came to the rescue.  I have ten foot ceilings and he didn't even use a ladder.  I was impressed.  It just happened to be the smoke alarm nearest to my bedroom and I actually was thinking in my head how I wanted to get him in my bed, but we had just met a second before - I had to control my wild urges.  I may be fast, but not that fast.  At the time I didn't even get to ask him his name.  It's Duane.  I know that now.  That's such a good-old-boy, country kind of name.  And that part about southern men being polite ... it's true. 

The second time I saw him, he came to replace the filter for my AC.  They were doing it in all the apartments, so yes, up until then I had restrained myself from calling him.  We exchanged digits the first time I met him.  I wanted direct access - and I wanted to give him direct access too. 

The third time I saw Duane, he was in the hallway on a weekday.  He was making all kinds of noise, so I opened the door to see what the noise was about.  "Well, howdy Miss Ashley," he said.  "Well, hello there Duane," I said with an inviting smirk."  He had the cutest little puppy with him.  He had just gotten him so he was taking him to work while he did some repairs on the empty apartment next door.  "Oh!  He's so cute," I said.  The puppy ran to me, then he ran right between my feet and into my apartment.

Next thing you know, Duane is in my bedroom chasing down the puppy in the corner of the room.  He was so small (the puppy I mean) and I can imagine that having this huge 7-foot guy running after him might have scared him a little.  It excited me, personally.  The puppy ran under the bed and straight for me on the other side.  "I got you," I said as I pulled him close and sat down on my bed to pet him and calm him down.  Duane sat down on the other side and leaned in to pet the pooch. 

Duane and I became close friends that day.  And sometimes I get the urge to call him even when it's not a maintenance issue.  We hung out a few times, but neither of us are into anything serious, so it kind of works. 

When I first caught Duane's eye this morning, I was standing on the second floor landing.  I was so curious about the noise, I forgot that all I was wearing were some tight spandex shorts and a cute little button down tank top.  Yep, that was it - nope I didn't forget to mention the underwear, there wasn't any.  Being practically naked already in front of a guy that is hot and sweet inside and out instantly brought the naughty out in me.  "Ever saw a girl in half with that thing"?  I giggled and I'm pretty sure I blushed. 

Being a proper southern gentleman, he wanted to reply with something equally provocative - I just knew it, but he looked at his co-worker and then at me and just smiled.  Oh man, that smile. 

What he wanted to say was that "... he didn't need a saw to split me wide open."  How do I know?   I think you know how I know.  Duane came by shortly after that - with a pizza and a bottle of wine.  See what I mean?  And he is really witty too, which I love in a man.  He stayed long enough to work up an appetite, then we at some pizza.  Neither one of us was really in the drinking mood, so I told him that I'd save it and make him dinner one night.  ("Hello, delivery service?")  

He leaned down to kiss me goodbye and I suddenly felt very short - I'm only 5'7 (and a half).  He's got at least 15 inches on me height-wise.  As for the other inches, a girl never tells, but I will say that if he was an action figure, they would absolutely deem him proportionately correct.  When he hugged me I buried my face in his chest.  Oh that chest.  It's as big and bold as the rest of him.

Anyway, I'm back on NF now, but the phone seems quiet.  If it doesn't ring soon, I'll be signing off, but I hope you see this in time to join me.  (In case you've never noticed - look up at the right-hand top section of my webpage - you'll see my NF call button - it will always tell you in real time when I'm on or off).  I will be back Sunday morning after 9 - I plan on sleeping a little late again.  It felt so good this morning to wake up without the alarm.  I think I might go crack that wine open after all ... hope you can join me. 

The Best Laid Plans

Just Going With the Flow

Did you ever have one of those weeks where nothing you plan seems to pan out.  Well that was my week.  In fact the only plan that I made this week that actually came to fruition was my plan to hit the sack early last night and hopefully sleep in a little late. 

I'm happy to say that sleeping in with no alarm clock was my best idea this week - and that's mostly because it's the only plan that worked.  Thanks to a later-rising sun and a few (and much needed) rain clouds, I was able to wake up at my normal insane time and quickly close my eyes and go back to sleep.

Of course, those of you who know me well will know that when I'm rested and relaxed, I always wake up feeling a little frisky.  And if you know me, you know I always have a back-up plan in lieu of a roommate.  What a lovely way to start the day.

Of course, it can get a little lonely; there's only so far you can go with a one-way conversation.  So, if you're feeling like a little company like me, feel free to call me this morning.  I'll be here 'til about 12 or 1pm (EDT) and then I plan on being back after 4pm for a few hours (maybe more). 

Luckily this is the second weekend in a row where all my friends are doing "family" stuff so it's the perfect time for me to put some shelves up and organize my office - because I need to get some writing done and I do best in a designated space I can call my own.  But that doesn't mean that I couldn't use a break now and then, so feel free to interrupt - I like friendly interruptions.  And maybe I'll be so in need of a break, that I'll be tempted to chat from the place where this lovely day started - in bed.  So join me, won't you?

I'm looking forward to it.

xxo Ashley

Wanna Cum by Tonight?

This weekend was a blast but now it's the unofficial end of summer and everyone's pretty much gotten back to life as normal, including me.

Lots to do today, but I'm only busy until about 7pm EDT, so even though this has already been a long day (it's not even 2pm yet), I'm feeling a little frisky (what's new?).

Oh yeah - I got called out by someone here who wrote me about not being around this weekend - and he's not even the type to punish me (damn!) but in a way I get what he was saying - I said I'd be on one morning but I had no idea that my date from the previous night would keep me detained (that was delicious - I have a weakness for handcuffs).  That's my life, but he's right.  That's why the post today to tell you all when I'd be on next.

It's hard to pin down the time I'll be on NF on any given day - it depends on a lot of factors, so without the ability to "schedule" I'll make this blog the place I send updates, and they're probably going to be on a day-by-day basis until I figure out a better way.   But actually, this may be a good thing because you'll have to read my blog more often - or at least when the cock crows.  :)

In a way I feel like an old, married woman (glad I'm neither) who has to schedule sex - eewww.  I'm too spontaneous for all that mess.  But I did want to give you head ... a head's up.

Hope you can get away from your busy life so we can whip up some fun tonight.

xxo Ashley

My Screwball Weekend

Happy Labor Day!  Hard to believe it's Monday again.  I really, really was hoping to keep my promise about being here Saturday morning - or was that Sunday morning?  Anyway, I wound up staying out late and waking up late and the weekend just kind of took me over.


Well, even though it's Monday (and gosh it's early; I may go back to bed for a bit) I know a lot of you have off today, so what better way to spend the holiday than with me? 

After-nooner or Sex After Six?

I guess I'll be a good girl and stick to my normal Monday schedule - which means the gym before noon but then I'll have two hours to play before other obligations and then again after six oh! clock!!!

Hope to see you later ....

xxo Ashley

Just a "Hit-it-and-Quit-it" Update

Hi Boys - just a short note to let you know my plans for the weekend.  Well, first it's Labor Day (maybe I'll get knocked up LOL).  That would seem appropriate, don't you think?

I'm off to the gym this morning to work those muscles and wanted to just let you know what I'm up to.

Ashley has a date tonight.  But it's a sort of "first date" so I like to keep those short and sweet (and leaving them wanting more) - that is if I like him, but you know me, I like everyone.  He's older and he's cute ... the rest remains to be seen.  Besides I don't want to pin myself down - now, of course if you want to pin me down, that's a completely different story ... I do like that!

Since it's probably going to be short, you may see me on here a little later tonight.  But then again if it goes well - I may decide to keep it sweet, but maybe not so short.  A girl's gotta go with the mood of the moment, right?

As for the rest of the weekend, I'll be on in the AM on Saturday - of course, the rest is so far up in the air, but it's hot here and humid, so unless I have a destination that includes a pool and some cool drinks, I'm not going anywhere. 

Well gotta run ... but I'll be back as soon as I have an update. 

Expanding my Repertoire

Sunday - Something New Day

Who says that Sunday's are boring?  Not me!

While most of you know that I'm a pretty straight one-on-one kind of girl, I have to say that most of the porn I've watched couldn't top the morning I had today.

I had two calls this morning - both out of my realm of character and both stimulatingly wonderful.

The first is something you guys wouldn't be interested in probably, but let's just say that although I'm often the sweet, submissive type of girl, I was able to channel my erotic side into a more dominant role.  Not something I'd be comfortable with on a regular basis, because as I've mentioned here before, it's a lot of work to be dominant.  You have to constantly come up with ideas, you have to be one step ahead of someone else in thinking, acting and initiating.  Exhausting.  But this morning's call was like soft dom, so I got to be my sexy-voiced erotic self, while also indulging some of my more personal desires.  I'd do it again, but only as a change to my normally mindless submission to men who tell me what to do or how they like it.  I'd rather create around a vision than come up with the vision myself - if you get that.

The second call - well, it was a cuckold call.  In the throws of a normal, nice-to-meet-you conversation, I found myself getting roped into being someone's beautiful object of a wife.  We travelled around the world and our mission - well my husband's mission - was to find me men who could satisfy my needs in a big way.  What's not to love?  Of course, he liked to watch - which I love being watched, so that was lovely.   I was so thrilled with the prospect that I didn't even take offense to his comment that the only thing he'd change about me was to buy me nice big fake boobs.  I was all in.  Natural is nice, but fake never fails.  They're always the same, and let's face it there are plenty of things I'd like to wear without a bra that would just look better with bigger boobs.  Yes, he had me at the word "go."  Especially since he bought the boobs and paid for everything - I didn't have to work or even buy my own clothes.  He did everything for me.  We were on one big, long vacation that never ended.  I swam in pools, I wore sexy clothes, I ate for free ...Who wouldn't want that?  My only responsibility was to take it deep and hard and often - a no brainer if you ask me. 

Being such a submissive yet independent girl, it never really dawned on me that I might like that type of lifestyle, and maybe it was good only as a fantasy, but what a lovely fantasy it was.  Truthfully, the thought of being so taken care of actually got me to the juicy point more than once - or shall I say consistently.  Maybe it was just the thought of having such a variety of men - I'm not sure; I just know it felt good.

He especially got turned on when I let those men splooge on my new implants and rubbed it all over them (my implants, not the men).  I was happy to oblige, especially since it felt good anyway. 

Yes, two calls today so far - both completely out of my realm and both a nice and unexpected change for me.  It is a Full Moon out after all.  I should have known something strange would occur. 

Of course, I can't wait to get back into my submissive life, but if I can please a few small-dicked men along the way, so be it.  Saturday and Sunday - two completely different days for my first full weekend back.  There's something to be said for variety.

This is exactly what I meant when I called myself a chameleon.  I guess I'm just a very accommodating girl, and if you don't agree then I'd have to say we've never talked.  Why not change all that - later tonight when I'm back perhaps. 

xxo Ashley

Ready for the Weekend

Are You Ready?

It's been so much fun signing on once in a while, sort of getting my feet "wet" again (not to mention other parts).  I've have to say that 95% of the few calls I've had so far are from old friends, and luckily for me, they've all been among my "favs" or favorites. 

The response has been really positive, and I've been welcomed back with open arms (which usually close around my body in the most pleasant of ways).  So thanks everyone.  Really.  Each one of you is special in your own way and the depth of our connections have not been lost in the trips of time in between.

Speaking of "in between," I'm positively juiced about this weekend - in a most literal way.  As fate would have it, all of my friends are either away or busy this weekend, so I foresee no interruptions in my weekend.  Of course, I will be taking breaks here and there because girl cannot live on sex alone (but she can try). 

Aside from a quick walk to the local pool (to taunt the neighbors or just cool off) or a nap here and there, I plan to be around a lot on Saturday and Sunday.  This is not work, it's fun!   And I could use a little de-stressed fun - I bet you could too. 

And in addition to my long-time friends, I want to invite anyone who is curious about me.  Some of you have bought my short stories (thanks!) or listened to my audios (thanks again!) and some of you just visit my blog or my listings and leave.  That's okay, no hurt feelings.  But why not cure that curiosity with call.  If you're new to "Ashley's Playground" (as I like to call my world), send me an email on NF and introduce yourself.  Perhaps I'll even generously send you a free minute or two so we can get acquainted (wink).

So, what do I like?  Mostly, I like pleasing men.  It's my turn-on.  But as far as men go, I like older guys, although I'm an equal-opportunity flirt, so really, everyone is welcome.  Anyone who is my age or older, that is.  You can keep the inexperienced 20-somethings; some girls like them 'cause they're fast and hard, but that alone is boring to me.  I like making love (some of your are so passionate - I love it).  I like certain fetishes, and even if you have one I've never tried, I'm pretty open and willing to give it a whirl.  Perhaps I have "daddy issues," but what girl doesn't?  Besides that makes me take on certain behaviors (like wanting to please or wanting to be spanked) that you guys seem to like, so if my dysfunction is your green light, then so be it.  What I'm saying is although I'm classy and I look "refined" as one gentleman put it, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at just what a dirty girl I can be. 

So join me this weekend and give me all you got.  Remember, I'm insatiable.  

PS:  Some of you have expressed a wish to contact me over Skype or Yahoo or have me watch you on cam as you build up steam, but I think all those electronics just interfere with the mood.  You'll find that our connection and imaginations are far more effective in achieving the desired results.  To be honest, screwing with computers and EMFs is not conducive to having a wet and wild experience.  I mean, how many hands do I have anyway?  Not enough to operate a buzzy toy and a mouse simultaneously while also running my dirty little hands down your chest and inside your shorts.  So, in other words, Ashley is Phone Only.  But then again, that is why they call it "phone sex."  Right?  Trust me, you'll still feel every bit of me - and vice versa.  If you don't believe me, just read some of my fabulous feedback on NF.  Afterwards, you may even be inclined to leave some feedback of your own.  Good five-star feedback gets me off like you wouldn't believe. 

Insatiable

I love words.  Especially words that are so descriptive that they can capture an entire mood with just a few syllables.  Insatiable is my word of the day.

I woke up with my usual obligations - work to do; things to do, but I couldn't wait to take a break so I could sign on to NF, even though it wasn't planned.  It's just that ever since I decided to come back, I can't help but feels this insatiable appetite for sex.  Not that I ever forgot about sex, but I think that NF offers a way to explore so many rich fantasies that sometimes people don't always live out in their day-to-day existence. 

I share my fetishes and fantasies often here - or at least I have in the past.  It's very freeing to be able to express yourself in this way, don't you think? 

I find myself being extremely horny this morning ... more than usual.  When I stepped away from NF for a bit, I was hoping that this would be one of the results of my abstinence and gladly, it is.   Yes, it's true that while I was gone the real Ashley also kept herself to herself.  I've spent more time on building a life here, making friends and working hard.  It was not easy.  And there was a time when I went extreme and even denied myself of my own touch.  I have to say that when I finally gave in, it was mind-blowing.  I get the tease and denial thing even more than I got it before - even learning to edge myself as I've done to so many others.  Being on the edge of combustion and denying yourself the ability to go there is tantalizing to say the least.  But deny myself I will not any longer.  Now that I've tasted this intoxicating fruit again, I can't imagine ever stopping.

I just went through my closet and got reacquainted with all of my outfits and shoes and even started looking online in order to refresh my toy box.  I feel like myself again and it's exciting.  And I am also excited about sharing myself with you. 

I'm still quite submissive - a chameleon I like to say - lending myself to the fantasies of others, or simply lending myself to others (tee hee), but when asked, I never have trouble creating a scenario that leads to the desired out-cum. 

Honestly, right now - at this very moment, I'm so insatiably horny that I can feel myself slipping down that slippery slope.  You know the one where you find that no matter what it is you're doing, all you can really concentrate on is sex, sex and more sex.  It's s intrusive that I can't even concentrate on writing this blog.  I had an original idea I wanted to write out, but .... honestly writing is the last thing on my mind ... so until next time (after I've gotten this out of my system - yeah right)...

Sleeping-In Sundays

Relaxed, Rested and Ready as Ever

It's been a crazy week.  I've traveled hundreds of miles, had more laughs in one week then I've had all year (that hurts your stomach muscles but it's great for the abs), and I've subsisted on a strict diet of Bloody Marys - that is if you don't include the wake-up coffee.  Bloody Marys are really the perfect diet if you think about it - you're getting good carbs (I like veggie juice), vegetables (tomato-based juice - celery ... and if you toss in the occasional olive or two, it's even better (omega 3) ... but the best part of a Bloody Mary diet is that it's less calories than eating food so it helps keep the body rocking tight (which is important if you want to wear tight, short dresses with skimpy panties - or none at all).  Plus, I always hated having kind of small boobs, but I gotta say, I'm the only one out of all of my friends who can go braless as well (and sometimes the situation just calls for it).  I get a tickle when my GFs get jealous of what I can wear - they hate when I don't wear a bra (I never share when I'm bare down there). 

And so we've arrived at Sunday.  It felt like I haven't been in my own bed for weeks and I was so enjoying it this morning.  Plus lately I've had to get up early for one reason or another no matter how late I've been up, so sleeping in was kind of a goal of mine for today.  One I was successful at completing. 

If you've been a friend of mine for a while, I've probably shared with you what rest and relaxation does for my sex drive - it puts it into over-drive. 

I enjoyed a few calls today and look forward to more this week.  Already, my toy box is looking like it needs an update, so I might do some shopping this week as well. 

Honestly, I was a little scared to sign on - just because it's been a while, but as my first post of the month said ... I didn't have any trouble getting "back in the saddle."  In fact, I see what I've really been missing all these months and it feels good to to back. 

When?  When will you be on?  That's the number one question I've been asked so far.  Since it's my first week back and I still have all (well most) of my old obligations/projects, etc. to contend with.  See?  Not much has changed.

I'm going to try to be on at least one weeknight / I'll slip in a week morning maybe and then weekends - as for the hours, I think I'll just let that play out for now.  It's still very warm here in the south and I do love getting outside when it's nice out - swimming, traveling, visiting friends, etc.  But I'm sure it will all work out as before, if not better, since now I appreciate NF so much more now than before. 

I'm getting sleepy, and my bed is begging me back after a long, involved day ... write me and tell me when you'll be around, I'll be sure to answer. 

Ciao for now.

Sweet Anticipation

Sex on the Beach

Ever since my last post where I announced my coming back to NF this weekend, it's been a little hard to concentrate.  It's actually been hard to sleep as well, especially when my head is filled with thoughts of being groped and fondled and ... well you know.

But before my returned I went on a little vacation.  I was away with friends lying on the beach and every time my girlfriends would go into the ocean, I'd stay behind and I'd ask some stranger to put suntan oil on my back.  I would hand them the bottle with a smile and walk to my blanket.  I'm sure they all assumed that I would just stand there and let them oil me right where I stood, but when I started to walk away, they'd always follow.  Once on my towel, I'd kneel down and smile at them again as I slowly lowered my body down and twist my hair and lift it from my neck and raise my arms above my head. 

Once I was down on my stomach and completely comfortable, I'd tell them I was ready.  I'd squirm with delight as they untied the back of my bikini top.  I never asked any of them to do it, they just knew somehow that it would be easier to spread the oil across my body that way, I guess.

I felt that warm oil shoot all over my back .... oooh the warm and wet feeling was intoxicating against my hot skin.  And then their hands would start spreading the oil across my shoulders and down my spine, then back up along the sides of my body.  Occasionally a fingertip would graze the sides of my breasts and I'd find myself biting my lip - my body wriggling with desire. 

Usually, once they saw that "green light" most of them took the opportunity to oil not only my upper back, but my lower back as well, running their fingers just inside the top of my bikini bottoms.  And then the legs.  Squirting that warm oil down the length of my legs and then spreading it side to side across my ankles, over my calves, behind my knees (I like that spot), and then up my thighs (I liked that even more). 

The brave and bold ones would lingers on my thighs just a little longer than anywhere else, their fingers running along the bottoms of my bikini, some grazing that inner thigh area, hoping their fingers would accidentally slip across my lips.

But there was only one older man brave enough to go further.  He has oiled me earlier in the day himself and quickly left when my girlfriends returned, perhaps a little embarrassed.  He was, after all, old enough to be my father, so maybe he felt shy.  But as the long, hot day went on, I could see him watching me as I drank water and then poured the bottle over my chest to cool off.  He watched while countless others oiled my tan, bikini-clad body.  I think he liked watching other guys touch me, and honestly, I liked it all - the touching, the watching, the wanting. 

Yes, Ashley's back and still writing her short, burning hot stories.  If you'd like to see how this adventure panned out, just click here.

Slipping Into the Saddle Again

Miss Me?
Yes, I know you did.  I knew the second I saw my neglected email box on NF with all of your notes, basically asking, "When are you coming back"?  It made me feel all warm and tingly just to know I was missed.  Thank you all so much!  Truth be told, I missed you too!

Well, I thought I'd be back last weekend, but it's been a busy time for my other pursuits, and my schedule (as before) is changeable on a moment's notice.

This coming weekend, I'm off for one last summer trek to the beach with my girlfriends to lounge by the pool, walk on the beach and drink with and taunt the locals, the latter being the most fun!

After that I'll be back on NF, but at the moment I can only swing one or both days of the weekend and possibly one night during the week.  If you're still reading this blog, then here's where you'll find the latest update.  If I were to do weekends - let me know if your vote would be for AM or PM - I'll try to take your requests into account (as you know I always aim to please). 

I want so badly to email you all individually - you definitely deserve that, but this blog is the most efficient way to make sure I reach everyone in a timely manner.  I had over 50 emails just sitting unread for a while - a long while, so my apologies if you didn't get a reply ... yet. 

VIPs get a free pass for the month of August - what's left of it - and maybe even September (I'll let you know).  

I'm the same girl - not much has changed - at least not the important stuff, like my appetite for fun and my imagination.  You'll see ;)

xxo Ashley

Bubbly Brain

I'm Hungover, But I'm Still Here

It would have been so easy to sleep in this morning.  My heads a little groggy and my body is enjoying being stretched out on my bed with the fan blowing over my head - over my half-naked body.

I don't normally party too hardy, I'm more the get tipsy once in a blue moon type.  But last night my friend broke out a bottle of champagne she'd been stashing and I had a bottle of orange-mango juice that I had originally thought I'd enhance some vodka with, but we wound up drinking Mamosas while the guys chugged beer.  I'm definitely not a beer girl. 

I must admit, it felt sexily decadent sipping champagne out of a flute glass.  Trouble with Mamosas is that they just kind of hit you.  One minute you're drinking bubbly juice and the next minute you're trying to balance on your platforms while making your way to the ladies room.  It was funny to me and my friends at the time, but not so funny when I woke up this morning with a big bruise on my thigh.  I was wearing a short dress, so I don't know if I leaned on something, fell on something or just got "guided along" by someone - the bruise kind resembles a hand print. 

I know my butt cheeks  hurt since my friend "G" gets a bit wild when she drinks.  We always know she's reached her limit when she starts smacking asses - and HARD.  Guy or girl, it doesn't matter to "G."  If it's got an ass, it requires smacking.  Ouch.

On top of that I've got fog-brain. 

Nevertheless, none of my temporary impairments prevent me from keeping my word and signing on to NF this morning.  In fact, last night seemed like the perfect way to get me bootcamp-ready to play on NF.   It was tons of naughty fun, from what I can remember.

Just do me one favor when you call me this morning - try to keep the ringer low .... sshhhhh.  LOL

I'm sure this coffee I'm drinking will help me recover.  That and a few aspirins.  Aspirins ... LOL seems like a word you'd use to describe clothes pins pinching your ass.  I know I get silly when I'm  like this.  So all the better to have fun with you today.

Be sure to call today - I'm only around till about noon today, maybe a little later.  Then I'll be back tomorrow when I'll have a more open schedule - as in no schedule.

So come join me on my bed, under the fan - 'cause it's gonna get hot!

xxo Ashley

Ashley's Got a New Plan

I Think You're Gonna Like This

So for those of you who have known me for a while have a pretty good idea of what I've been going through - moving, losing my FT job a while ago, trying to find my way, looking for that next big idea.... well I've had some big ideas but hardly the time to juggle them into my crazy schedule.  And there it is - a schedule.  I can never live with one and I can never seem to live without one - that's a problem.  Now, the solution:  I need a schedule that offers flexibility.  (Funny because flexibility is the key to my mastery in the boudoir as well - the answer was right in front of me all along.  LOL.)

The New Plan:
I need to take this course - it's been one I've wanted to take for over a year and it will help me build the model for my new, empowered and enhanced life.  But, I need your help.  After doing my taxes (ugg) and figuring all of my bills from moving and re-starting life again, I can't seem to come up with what I need for what I want.  That's how the new plan of action comes into play.

I have several endeavors to make money, but none of them seem to make me enough to live by themselves, so I wind up doing a lot of things that spin around the clock and leave me tired and uninspired.

Beginning this weekend, my new schedule/plan of action gets put into place.

I'll be on NF on Saturdays and Sundays - in the AM and early afternoon and when possible in the evenings.  I'll also be here one morning during the weekday to accomodate those friends of mine who can't do weekends.

My other job(s) will take up my weekdays - and I'm dropping doing it on weekends (it doesn't pay to work it weekends).

I feel like this new plan of action will allow me to pay the bills and will allow me to take this course - a course of action.  In fact, I'm confident it will. 

Your Part?
I hope you'll join me here on weekends and help me reach my goals.  That's all.  In exchange, as you know, you'll be receiving my lusty, undivided attention.  And as you know, I'm passionate about everything I do.

Thanks for taking the time to read this and don't forget to mark your weekends as "busy with Ashley."  Ciao for now.

xxo Ashley

Overslept

I woke up late for me - 7:30 this morning, and then I went back to bed.  I had to.  It was 10:30 when I woke up again.  It's six minutes now before I have to leave NF so ....

I know, disappointing, but really I'm exhausted.  I will get some sleep tonight (hopefully) and make it here early tomorrow. 

My apologies.  No rest for the naughty.

xxo

Ready for the Weekend?

I am so ready for the weekend, which is odd since I never seem to have a full day off, but still the weekends are more active more sociable and ... well, they're just different from the weekdays.

Speaking of the weekend, you'll find me on NF on Saturday morning, but I'll have to checkout by 11 AM or my carriage turns back into a pumpkin.  So if you can't stop by and say "hello" to me on Saturday, there's always Sunday.  I'll be on NF pretty early in the AM and on Sunday I can actually stay until 1 PM. 

There's always a chance that I'll find more time to play, but as of now, my schedule's pretty tight. 

I had fun this week when I unexpectedly signed on t NF for a little fun.  Seems that I've been missed and that makes me feel good.  Trust me when I say I miss being on NF more.

I had planned that this year I'd be around more often, but life isn't always in our control and I'm pretty serious when it comes to paying the bills.  But I'm also just as serious when I say, that I wish it was more.  I guess we'll just have to do what we can when we can and hope for the best because I know you all are busy too.

Well I hope our paths cross this weekend.  I'm kinda' taking a less 'round the clock approach to my other endeavors and trying to get a schedule that's as close to "normal" as possible.  That should allow me more time to visit during the week, so it always pays to drop me an email on NF to see what I may be up to. 

Ciao for now.  I got a date with a bubble bath; the gym kicked my ass today.  Gotta keep that ass tight and round, but I think I overdid the squats and lunges.  I'd much rather get my workout the mutually beneficial way.  (Wink)

xxo Ashley

Lucky Number 7

You're Gonna Get Lucky - You Can Bet on That

Hi there gentlemen ... I'm hoping you'll join me here on Saturday (March 7).

I'll be signed on in the AM bright and early - perky and ready to play.  I have so much to blog about, but that's going to have to wait for now ... I just wanted to let you know where I'll be and when, so we don't miss each other.  Sunday morning will probably be sizzling as well, so in case you miss me on Saturday ... well I'm pretty sure you can still get lucky on Sunday as well - we both can.

xxo Ashley

Just 4 Fun

my first try at making a "movie" using photos, music and .. well it was just 4 fun.  

hope you enjoy it - a little sax never hurt anyone.

press the pointy-arrow-thingy to play.  it's only 3-plus minutes long.

A Gratifying Saturday

I'm Back in the Saddle ... Chair, Bed and Maybe Even Bending Over the Kitchen Sink
Gotta' say it was really nice to wake up this morning feeling frisky and having the morning go so well.

I've been trying to get back in the swing of signing onto NF on weekend mornings.  I must admit, I've missed it more than I thought I would.  And yep, I'm a very lucky girl - well I was going to say lusty, but lusty, lucky ... either is true (just fill in the blank as you'd like; I'm cooperative). 

I've made a few good friends on NF since my newbie days and this morning I'd say about 40% of you came out to play.  I was happy - very happy.  The calls were one after the other (apparently I wasn't the only lusty one), and I was beginning to feel like sorta' like a freshman at her first sorority party.  (In fact, I've been to a few of those, but I was never a freshman.)  My head was spinning and I even (temporarily) lost a pair of panties.  No pauses in between - just one right after the other.  Ah the memories - then and now.

On the caller's end, it was 10 or 20 minutes of bliss (for both of us).  On my end, I felt like I was continually getting schtooped for hours.  It was awesome!  Intense and awesome.  Plus now I feel like I can identify with you guys a little better - when it was all said and done, I wanted to take a nap.  (Tee hee). 

Well I know that tomorrow's the Super Bowl and I also know that it's on a little later in the day, so if you wake up you're feeling frisky, lusty and maybe even lucky ... call me.  I'll be here.  You might even find me on here late tonight.  Who knows after a few hours out and a couple of martinis, I might find the need to lose those panties again.  (Wink.)

Giving You a Peek Inside

If You're Not Calling ... You're Missing Out
Since I've been on NF, I've had the pleasure to share my signature "Squeeze & Release" move on plenty of occasions.  It's a mutually beneficial feel-good move, yes, but it also helps me keep my muscles strong and tight just the way we like it.

For the benefit of those of you who may just be blog readers and not callers, first let me tell you that you're missing an experience and I'd certainly re-think the whole not picking up the phone thing if I were you.  Just read my fabulous feedback.  It's all true.  Not that I'm full of myself or anything, I'd just rather be full of you ... and that way you too could experience the "Squeeze & Release" too.

P-O Box

It's all about the post-orgasm(s) when you're still in the deep of things.  I take those surrounding muscles and gently squeeze you and then release.  It serves three purposes - no, four:  1)  I get every last drop out of you; 2) it feels good (I know 'cause you've told me so); 3) it tickles my insides in a fabulous way; and 4) as I mentioned earlier, it's the best way to keep it tight like I know you like it (and I do of course too).

The Exception(al)
There is, of course, one exception to using the S&R move post-orgasm, and that's when we're both having a Zen kind of sex moment, just holding each other, wrapped up in each other (inside and out) and I pull the move on you.  This should come with a warning, but I never mention it so as not to ruin the moment, but truth is I've been known to make some come to a full orgasm that way - all without moving more than a muscle or two. 

You're probably thinking, "sex with no movement?" but the truth is that there is something really hot about it.  And it doesn't have to mean that there will be no movement at all, it can be just a moment - and sometimes that's just enough to get things rolling again. 

Does Every Girl Have a Signature Move?
Now, I'm not silly enough to think I'm the only girl in your world, and I know that our connection is strictly of a voice nature, but I consider it an art form.  I'm really feeling it; we're both right there together even when we're miles apart.  There is something very real about phone sex.  But since using the S&R on NF, I've notice a very direct reaction to my S'ing and my R'ing.  Sometimes it's almost as if we're psychically connected.  So I have to wonder, am I the only girl with the S&R signature move?  Or is it common amongst girls?  Do other girls have signature moves you'd like to try with me?  If so, just ask.

As I'm not into other girls I have to ask.  Besides even if I was, I couldn't answer that - I don't have the correct equipment.

But seriously, if you know about the Squeeze & Release from experiencing it with anyone other than me, write a little comment below and let me know.  Share any other moves you might like to try.  And if you haven't called me yet, well ... why don't you start with my audio, "Blow," for a warmer-upper if you're just not sure.  Or, toss caution to the wind and call me.  If you're new to my world, just email me on NF and maybe I'll send you a couple of minutes.  Oh okay I will.

Don't forget to share your comments.  Ciao for now.

xxo Ashley

Saturday Morning Singer

Like a Virgin?
So I got this new phone - the phone itself is like a small square keypad and it hooks up to some awesome headphones.  Anyone could tell you that my old phone left a lot to be desired, so while I was looking for a suitable alternative, my shop-a-holic friend said, "I just got a new phone, I get one every year.  I have an extra phone that's never been used.  So I said "Sure, I'll take it." 

She mailed it to me and it was brand new in the package and since I always get excited about gifts and opening boxes (chuckle), I was so excited.  Once I saw it, it didn't look like any phone I had ever seen.  Honestly, I though I was missing parts, but I wasn't.

Turns out that this is the best thing invented since battery operated dildos (that buzz and twirl and ... oh yeah, I have to add that to my wish list.  "Get new vibrator.")  I wore mine out I think because it won't even work with brand new batteries.  Anyway ...

I'm walking around my apartment this morning with these headphones on - waiting to hear from YOU - and I put on one of the music stations on my TV.  The first thing I hear....?  Madonna singing, "Like a Virgin." 

If you've ever wondered what girls do when they're alone and feeling silly, I'm letting you in a big secret - I'm not the only one who walks around in her panties, singing and acting out the choreography.  All I need is a boa to wear and throw around like some crazy-ass diva - I don't have a boa, but I do have a great imagination.

Imagination and the Fantasy Factor
Imagination is key in fun and fantasy ... If I can imagine I'm a singer on the stage (who is obviously not afraid to be seen in her panties), then I can also pretend to be a .... well virgin might be a little far fetched, but you get the drift - I hope.

I can be anyone I want to be and so can you ... and if we just want to be ourselves and let go of the everyday stresses of the outside world, that's okay too.  Come explore with me.

I should be around on and off all weekend.  I woke up a little later than I wanted to this morning, but it was a fine, fine sleep.  I just love a good night's sleep.  I wake up rested and ready for more - it fuels my enthusiasm for the next day - like TODAY!   I feel ready for what ever comes my way (wink).

A Short Intermission

Well, well.  I was a lucky girl quite a few times today.  Now that life is getting settled again, it's nice to be back and really nice to chat with all of my friends that I've really missed.

Some of you have become good friends and it's always nice to have "friends with benefits."  Tee hee.

I might be back on this evening, but when you're young, single and it's Saturday night, you just can never tell.  I don't have plans really, but if someone where to call and say meet me for a drink, I'd probably drop everything and go.  It's just the mood I'm in to be spontaneous.

But it's always good to have a plan and I certainly plan on being here tomorrow again.  But like I said, that's not to discount Saturday night.  Sometimes the phone rings off the hook with friends wanting to do something and sometimes everyone gets busy with their own things.  If it turns out that no one calls me and I'm spreading some freshly washed sheets on the bed and feeling like dirtying them up, I just might feel like signing on.

Nevertheless - Sunday is on for sure, so if you didn't catch me today, be sure to check me out here tomorrow AM and in the afternoon.  It's supposed to be nice out, but again, no plans so far and none of my friends wake early on the weekends, so call me and we'll have some fun - you know we will :).

xxo Ashley

I've Got a Sport For You

NF Championship Weekend

I have decided that I need to practice what I preach and since I "preach" about life energy and intentin all the time, I decided that I'm not going to be daunted by NFL or AFC Championships or any other kind of sports.  Why should I feel like I'm in competition with professional sports watching?  Men love two things:  Sports and women.  And since men, as a  rule, usually find time for both, why should I feel at odds with men in padded tights carrying a pig skin-covered ball? 

Weekend Madness
So I went out yesterday, all day - and had a blast with my best friend.  It's been a while since I've done anything remotely all-day fun, so since it was her birthday we decided to go out and get our nails done and have a few martinis and then a few more.  Suffice it to say that after 10 continuous hours of partying, I have partied enough to fill a weekend.  Why would you want to know that - because I was being literal.  I'll be here here all weekend.  

Of course, I have a number of other obligations - some writing to get done, a website to work on and ... well ... stuff to do.  So the best I can say is I'll be here in the mornings (Sat. and Sun.) and probably at night.  Of course my time is my own this weekend - to do what I want when I want (as long as I get it all done).  So any special requests should be emailed to me at NF (not Gmail, 'cause I won't be checking it) and I'll check back when I'm not signed in and hopeful I'll be able to accommodate you (wink).

Let's get together - in between games, during halftime, whatever (I know it's the end of the season, but there's always a game of some sort on). 

xxo Ashley

Sunday's Gone

What Was I Thinking?

Even if I was a cheerleader on NF, I should have known that I could never compete against the NFL and most definitely not the AFC Championship when it comes to getting ya'lls attention.

Actually, it kind of worked out.  Seems that me an NFL players have a little something in common - namely, injuries on the playing field.

I may have bruised a rib or two this weekend ... I'll leave the "how" to your imagination.  It doesn't quite hurt like rug burn, but it does kind of ache.  I mention rug burn because both kinds of injuries are not unexpected occasionally; they're both just side-effects of an otherwise totally worthwhile experience, but either can put a cramp in your plans for the following day.

Look for me during the week.  When exactly I'm not sure ... but if it's going to be as quiet as today I guess it'll have to be hit or miss as usual.  I'll write another post here the next time I plan to be around, so be sure to check my blog often (and always).   If you've got an idea of when you'd like to chat, of course you can always email me on NF.

I'm going to hop in the sack soon and nurse my injuries.  Gotta' get back in the saddle again soon.  :)

xxo Ash

Sunday Never Comes Too Soon

Sunday is Sin-Day all day this week.

Brrrrr ... I bet about 90% of you guys are locked down in a deep chill ... me too, if you can believe it.  The temps are chilly here even in the South, but for a former NJ girl, this is a walk in the park.  Still, it's a nice time of year too spend Sunday in bed - at least the better part of the morning if not longer. 

I'm always cuddled up under the blankets and sheets in this weather.  I imagine that even if I wore clothes to bed it might be a bit nippy getting  under those sheets at first.  For those of us who sleep in the nude, whoooo, that first time getting into the bed can be a very nippy experience.  But in a little while, after touching  yourself all over, rubbing your hands up and down your body finally generates enough heat for your teeth to stop chattering.  I don't have a mirror over my bed, but I can only imagine that my lips are blue when my teeth are chattering. 

Hmm ... blue lips ... my lips in blue, that would take a lot of lipstick to create but I bet they'd look nice in blue.  Sometimes my eyes get hazely blue.  Can you imagine plump warm blue lips wrapped around you with those deep bluish brown eyes looking up at you.

Oh ... excuse me.  I was getting a bit carried away.  But come to think of it my nails are painted a bluish silver.  Yeah, that would look hot.  A little sci-fi maybe but different. 

Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  I wanted to let you know that I'll be here on Sunday.  If I'm taking a break and you don't find me, just email me and I'll reply when I cum ... ooops .... come back on.  (I'm getting tired of backspacing over my typos). 

Anyway, tonight is the Panthers game.   Yes, I'm going to watch a football game.  Write it down in the history books because its probably never going to happen again, but football's a big thing around here and if you can beat 'em, join 'em I say.  Plus the people around here are fun (as long as they're winning anyway).  This should be a good time. 

I imagine I'll be doing the "Half-Time-Split."  No, not a split - but I could ... I meant I'll probably leave at half-time since it's such a late game.  As for tomorrow - no plans except being here.  Hope to catch up with you - and maybe if we're lucky, we'll score a touchdown ;)

xxo Ash