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Well it’s that time of year again, when the weather warms up… the sun comes out… and much less clothing is worn! It’s also time to plan my usual beach vacation! This year I have rented an immaculate house that is directly on the beach and includes a hot tub. I have spent an obscene amount of money on it. Business has been pretty good – what can I say?

I am now ready for the shopping excursion to get all new clothes for it. I am bikini obsessed and like to have at least 7 at all times so I have a different one for each day. Each summer I purchase a new one, and retire one. This year I’m retiring a cute little purple one and I’ll try to replace it this weekend.

I love the way a bikini feels against my skin, and more importantly I love the attention I get from it. In real life I am somewhat normal – if you can believe that! I am not mega-slut for real, just on the internet lol. But I do love to see men inappropriately watching me when I am in my bikini. Wearing a bikini is almost like being naked in public and that appeals to my personal fantasy.

I always had what I have called my slight exhibitionist desire. I like the idea of sex in public and being watched, or being seen naked etc. Wearing a bikini is close to it, without breaking a law lol. In some ways I like the tease of it even more then full exposure. I can remember laying out in the sun on the beach about 2 years ago and some couple I didn’t know were nearby. The angle at which they were sitting allowed the husband (or boyfriend, whatever he was) to have a clear shot of my bikini crotch if I dared to open my legs. I’m sure you can guess that I did. I had to see if he noticed, and once I knew he noticed I didn’t do it again. I liked the idea of giving him a “little” and then taking it away.

Maybe this year I will “accidentally” flash some nipple slip to some poor unsuspecting husband. In any case… I cannot wait to get into my bikini, on the beach, and be a tease. Life is hard when your main focus is men. Poor poor me.

Hello you horny boys! I’ve been working my behind off a lot lately! I’m actually expanding the service… growing things and adding lots of new operators. I will eventually have girls for everyone’s “taste”. Right now I am so busy hiring them and training… that it doesn’t leave much time for me. But that won’t last long hehe. If you’d like to check out the ones I have recently added… go to this link Phone Sex Girls

I hope everyone faired well with their taxes! I am an early bird and have mine always done by Feb 15th. My accountant loves me and told me I am the MOST organized client he has… he suggested I teach a course in it lol. I wonder if he was just flirting with me.

On to the dirty parts! One of my cute shy guys called me bright and early this morning. I do love the shy ones! We talk a little, tease a little, flirt a lot… and then we get comfortable. For those of you reading this who didn’t know… comfortable means NAKED. He is usually so shy it’s almost like he is afraid to say something dirty before I do. I guess I don’t mind, it just allows me to take the reins then and lead him into dark moist places…namely mine. I adore his sounds… so quiet yet breathy. It’s a huge turn on for me to hear how different men sound when they masturbate.

I’m a thinker, a studier. And everything I do in life is very deliberate. I don’t make impulsive decisions, I don’t make foolish choices because I mentally plan my actions out carefully weighing all the options. This includes sex too.

Sure impulsive animalist raw power banging is awesome. I love it like that sometimes. But I normally prefer something slow, intentional, long, drawn out, and going to the brink of no return without fully ending things. I like a sex session to take a while. I like phone sex where we communicate, and ease into each stroke with a building intensity. I am a pleasure seeker… in all ways.

My shy morning guy and me did it slow today. Sometimes we do not have to say much for a few minutes. His breathing works on me the same way mine must be working on him. The sounds of masturbation can seem so… well, dirty. It must be because no one is supposed to HEAR them. I dunno, I just know it’s exciting to me. Hearing soft little wimpers, heavy hard breaths, tiny little gasps…. gets my juices flowing. During my call today we let it build up with just our sounds, we speak and it releases a little, and then we go right back to the breathy build up. Nothing like a fresh morning orgasm to start the day off right!

It’s crazy isn’t it? Writing a diary entry can be relieving, it can make me organize my thoughts better…. And it can totally turn me on too.