Pretend Girl Friend

Men are visual creatures and looking at photos or video of naked women gets them rock hard and ready to spew.  Men like to masturbate looking at porn. They like titties and vagina. Ok, everybody knew this… right?

What about women?

I have heard the gamut from female friends. I have many gal pals and they vary in age. Some are hard wired to automatically say “NO… women do NOT care about seeing a close up picture of a cock.”

I don’t get it.

Men can freely admit to appreciating the female form. Why won’t women fucking admit it and tell the truth. YES I say YES we do like photos of your penis.  Not all women can deal with porn. Some of it I can’t either. It doesn’t need to be sensual and romantic for me… but I hate the phony porn where you know the woman is “over acting”. That doesn’t turn me on.  But god damn it, watching a guy lick a pussy does get me instantly wet. HELLO! Women like porn just as much, and if they don’t it’s because they have some sexual hang up. We have the same urges men do.

With my service I exchange photos with my “boyfriends”. It’s great. We get on the phone, get hot, do an exchange and it heightens our mutual masturbation.  Hot!

I have a little sexy phone call story for you. One of my “guys” who’s really into the girlfriend fantasy intensely and I were on the phone. We chat for a bit, relax, and we get horny together and cum. Calls can last a few hours to the grand finale.  Sometimes we do the photo exchange. I love.. absolutely love getting his cock photos.  He’s a hot guy first off, and I love to look at his cock whilst using my penis shaped vibrator. Imagery is important for male AND female. On one of our more recent calls he video taped himself jerkin’ his gerkin during the call. I had cum once and he said he wanted me to cum again. Well, ok… I am game. Then he told me he was uploading the video for me. I got completely wound up. I’m a pervert.  I got it, kept playing with myself and watched. The video is a whole 2 and a half minutes long. I came within the first 30 seconds. Why? It was fucking HOT as hell. It was so private, so kinky, so naughty, so intimate. And… I like looking at cock.  Plain and simple.

I have a boyfriend who has a unique girlfriend fetish, maybe or maybe not. Maybe this will surprise people but then again perhaps it won’t. Let’s start with a basic history on this guy:

I’ve known him as a “boyfriend” for several months now and we did the whole courtship play which means we discussed our personal lives a lot, much by email and texting and talked on the phone 30 minutes per day for two weeks. Then we moved to phone sex.

Sounds simple enough…. Phone sex. But it’s more than that because this boyfriend needs emotion involved and he wanted this fantasy relationship to play out like a real one. Cool, more fun for me too! So we had a first time, a second time, and got into our phone sex “groove”. We got in “sync” with each other sexually on the telephone. He knew what I liked, and I knew what got him off. These moments were considered intimate, not that phony baloney moan, groan, and dial tone bullshit.

After our relationship grew…. I found said boyfriend wanted more… more love that is. Yup, he wanted the big L word used and for me to discuss marriage and the two of us having babies. This became part of the sex talk ritual as well. I was fascinated. Most men don’t want those three things ever discussed. But said boyfriend explained it to me.

He said to him… sex without “love” was just masturbation and he didn’t really need help with that. He wanted to feel his orgasms heightened by the fantasy of me being totally in love with him. And it worked, he’d shoot further and cum harder than earlier sessions before he revealed this to me.

I found it all exciting and very hot…. of course women have that same idea that sex and emotion are attached. It turned me on to know a guy might feel the same way.

I have a few California boyfriends that I do “wake up” calls for. Now, some of them go straight into morning wood discussions and dirty talk ensues. But others literally just ask me to do it because they love the idea of a “girlfriend” calling and waking them up. It’s cute and charming to me. I like both types.  I crave sweet talk; I love to supply it like honey dripping off my lips. I love when it turns to something dirty and I love to wait it out… to hold back and let the arousal take over.

Today I called one of my boyfriends to wake him up to work out. He wanted to run a few miles and I told him to think about running to rescue me from something. After his little jaunt he called to tell me that he did and it turned him on.  Sweaty sex talk happened. We both masturbated.  I’m still worked up over it.

One of my boyfriends is a long term guy that I talk to everyday.  He is super sweet and we have lots in common. I like him as a person a lot. This guy took a trip to Europe and the time zone difference makes him about 6 hours earlier than me.  He traveled with a few friends and they went out to do the tourist thing and ended up at a bar drinking some beers today.  When they got back to the house they had rented he called me. I didn’t expect to hear from him much being out of the country and all. But he couldn’t resist my sweet kiss I suppose.

His pals were passed out in drunken stupors and he took the phone into the bathroom. He was clearly drinking and wanted lots of lovey dovey talk.  He got very riled up.  It was costing him an extra $2.00 per minute to call me from Europe on his cell phone but his raging hard on didn’t give a shit.  He was drunk and horny so he jerked off into the bathroom sink. I made him email me a photo of the mess he made.

HOT!

One of my boyfriend’s loves to listen to me masturbate. He can get turned on and doesn’t always feel the need to jerk off while we are on the phone together. Since he calls me often while he is at work, or doing something else – he can expect me to masturbate for him while he listens, with other people often around him.  He gets a kick out of it… and it’s a little “risky” but not dangerous obviously and he gets a giant boner that he has the rest of the day. Usually he’ll beat off that night and email me all the details and he thinks about our earlier call during it.  Ok, so that’s your back story.

Today my “boyfriend” called me while he was taking a family member for a minor surgical procedure.  Rather than sit in the waiting room he went outside to the parking lot to his car. He asked me to play with myself so he could listen.  I obliged him, I don’t really need asked twice ya know?

So he listened, I described, he heard my breath, and my soft gentle moans. I used the toy he likes best (yeah I have a few different ones). Yes, it drove him crazy and since he buys sms text packages from me… he has been texting me horny dirty things all day long since.  I can only respond back to torture him while he is at work… and keep his balls blue. Hey… a good girlfriend always keep her man’s balls in the palm of her hand!

My momma raised me right, and furthermore she taught me right too.  I was raised with old fashioned values and beliefs, in particular about men and women. Now, don’t get me wrong or misunderstand…. It’s not that my mother doesn’t believe in girl power or that women are better/beneath men. No,no,  not at all. She taught me that women are to play hard to get.

See… men are hunters by nature, a man feels best about a woman; when he is pursuing her and she is receptive. But honey, women know exactly what the fuck we are doing too. Don’t kid yourselves. Smart women know how to play “hard to get”. We make you work for it. That’s what makes you want it.

I had a dude I met online just chat to me. Now, I know the game and the score fellas.  He saw my picture and I was his “taste” so he struck up a little chat that lasted about 15-20 minutes. I’m a very obvious flirt, it cannot be stopped and that’s just who I am. Of course I flirted which he reciprocated. Then he sent me his number and told me to call him so we can talk some more. NOPE. Not happening Sparky.

Gentlemen… it’s NOT that easy, ever. And if it is… she ain’t worth it I assure you.  My role as a woman is to be a lady, elegant, graceful, and sweet. I can show you my less than classy personality where I trash talk, act like a wise ass, and display my sarcastic quick wit.  Then you get the bluntness, the strength, the power, the depths, and next level which also includes the little kinky side. Those are just different “levels” of me, and every level is still going to have a feminine “touch”.

I have never initiated a call to man. He calls me. I have never asked a man out on a first date, that’s his job. I also want that fucker to open the door for me, and to treat me like a lady.  Show me your class, show me your intelligence, show me your sense of humor…. And only THEN do you get into my pants. Ya gotta work for it fellas. That’s life. The good women, the interesting women, the fun women…. Are always hard to get.

How hard did you get thinking about that?

Check this out.

Sticky: A Documentry on Masturbation

now that’s what I am talking about.

Yep, this is my diary. Soon it will be full of my dirty secrets, stories of my life, and tales of my special relationships. I’m busy working on building a website and I want to make it cool. I like to think of my website and my business as porn for the brain… smut for the mind… material for masturbation… company for your soul…

I guess I am different from most “porn” sites since there really isn’t porn here. You won’t find naked pictures of me plastered all over the place. A few “teases” yes but you have to KNOW me to get to see the naughty bits. Maybe the difference is, or perhaps the best way to explain it is that I am not a “porn” girl. I don’t live in that world, that lifestyle etc. I like to watch porn once in a while sure, but I don’t LIVE it.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging it or the people in it, I just know when something is for me or when it isn’t. I’m not porn start material mentally or physically.

Over the years I have felt, seen, or heard about so many women in the porn industry who kind of hate it, or worse hate themselves. Now, I find that to be a shitty way to live and it doesn’t apply to all. Many people who work in the porn industry are professional and intelligent and very together… but in general it does attract the more “dysfunctional” shall we say. Sad but true… also the reality. Like all fields of work there are good eggs and bad eggs… but the porn industry obviously attracts many bad eggs.

I’m egotistical. I have extremely high ethics, and even old fashioned morals and values so perhaps that is why I don’t want to be boxed “in” with the generalizations and stereotypes that other people have. Or worse… anyone surfing my website or casually coming across this diary.

That’s my first post. This isn’t a porn website. This isn’t a phone sex website. This business is unique, like me. Like you. So let’s get together.