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
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