Road Trip with My Bestie

Real life has kept me busy lately, which is cool, but also not cool. If I wasn’t so busy, I might be posting about some sexy encounters instead of letting this blog sit here quietly waiting for me to get back.

Well, I’m back and I’ve got some news for you!

My bestie has been invited to a fancy schmancy soiree in Tennessee next week and she’s invited me along for the ride. That sounds to me like an excellent opportunity for me to get out and get to know Memphis. While I’m at it, might as well throw Texarkana and Little Rock into the mix, too! Don’t you agree?

The Plan:

I’ll be hitting the road with my gal-pal on Monday morning, taking a break at around noon in Texarkana. If the mood is right, we’ll stay the night and see what happens.

If the lure of Little Rock is strong, we’ll set out for the capital by early evening and stay until Thursday morning then head to Memphis.

I’ll be looking for something to keep me busy until party time on Friday. I may even be up for a little hanky-panky Saturday morning…

Then back to Little Rock for a couple of days lounging around and seeing what happens.

We should get back to Dallas on Tuesday by way of Texarkana and one last night of adventure Monday.

Are You In?

If you’re in any of these target cities (or somewhere along the way) and want to meet, let me know!! I’ve just updated my screening form to suit a week-long road trip, so get over to my hotprovider site and fill out my form. You can check my tentative itinerary there, too.

My mind is already stirring up images of one sexy encounter after another: two sexy women on a road trip, stranded roadside with a flat and no jack, just waiting for someone to rescue them; falling into a game of secretly exposing myself to a male guest of the hotel where I’m staying then realizing his guest room is connected to my own; playing a childish game of truth or dare with my girlfriend and a guy she met at the hotel bar that just gets started when he dares the two of us to demonstrate our favorite sex toys on each other…

I really am getting horny already and the trip is almost a week away! I can hardly wait to hit the road! This is going to be just the type of erotic vacation that good little sluts like me deserve now and then! Don’t forget that I don’t get out and about for this kind of fun very often, so don’t miss your chance to become a featured character in my next sexy story post!!


PS: Don’t forget to screen!


Another Point of View (Pt. 1)

A sexy surprise in my inbox

The friends I make in The Hobby never cease to amaze me in wonderful ways. Last week I opened my email to find a very sexy surprise from one of my newer friends: his fantasy in writing and I’m sure I recognize the players. He tells me that this is part one of two. Part one was such a turn on that I asked him if I can share it with you and he said yes, but only if I don’t divulge his identity.

I didn’t know what to call the story which was delivered without a title, but I think the one I settled on is fitting. I hope you like this one as much as I did; I’ve read it a couple of times a day ever since I received it.

Please comment to let me know if you think it’s as hot as I think it is. Don’t forget a little encouragement for the author to finish Part Two!


Another Point of View

He was so nervous the first time, not knowing what would await him on the other side of the door.  This time, he walked up to it with a strut in his step.  Last time, that first time, she had made him feel incredible.  A pleasure that words could hardly describe were brought unto him, as she knelt before him, her lips wrapped around his cock, relentlessly bringing it into her body until he could take no more and exploded across her tongue.  This time, now aware of what she can do, he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.

He knocks, awaiting with a steeled excitement coursing through him.  The taboo nature of what they were about to do was electrifying, their little secret.  She opened the door, coy and quiet, but beautiful as ever as she greeted him with a smile and with her angelic voice, she escorted him to her bedroom.

There are no pretenses this time, as both parties are well aware of the actions they are about to engage in.  It’s almost as if they both know what the other wants, because without saying a word, she closes the door, and find themselves kissing deeply even before the last click can make itself audible over the sound of their warm tongues crashing against one another.  He wants her, and she can feel how much as the bulge in his pants presses firmly against her warm skin.  She was ready for him, wearing nothing but a button up shirt and stockings, knowing that the simple, but sexy, look would drive him wild.

He can remember their first visit vividly: the way she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on his while her tongue traced its way around his cock, her hands working the shaft so expertly that the only thing he could do was let his eyes roll into the back of his head as absolutely and complete pleasure filled his body.  It was an indescribable pleasure, an addicting form of pleasure.  He tried to fight the urge so hard, knowing that it was intolerable and so dirty and wrong in his position, but he couldn’t fight it forever.  He had to have it again, the hunger of the desire becoming overwhelming, leading him back into her arms.

As their kissing begins to increase in intensity, his hands find her ass and squeeze it as he pulls her tightly into his body.  She can feel his cock, full of blood now, at it’s hardest while she works her hands on his zipper, trying to free it and let it rampage through her body.

He feels her warm fingers wrap around him firmly, her hands so soft and smooth, expertly working their way up and down his shaft.  Pre-cum begins to leak out of him as the anticipation grows, and she makes sure to collect it between her fingers and smear his cock with it, sending the subtle signal that she wants to taste his cum on him, have it in her mouth again.  It’s been so long, so many others since their initial encounter, but right here in this moment she wants no one else more, she wants nothing else more than to re-introduce her mouth to his cock and taste him once more.  She breaks off their kiss and goes down to her knees, a very familiar position for the both of them, and she fluidly takes him into his mouth as if she was born to do this.  So natural, so effortlessly she’s able to bring him down with a well placed kiss and a timely lick, that he stands above her in awe.  Some might see this as a degrading act, but she knows the power she wields over him and he is very well aware of the control she has over him as she moves her head back and forth, allowing his cock to push past her tightly pressed lips, her tongue swirling and licking, pressing firmly on that sensitive bundle of nerves right beneath the head before it twists its way across the taught and responsive head of his cock, her hands covered in spit as she works his shaft up and down.

She breaks off their kiss and goes down to her knees, a very familiar position for the both of them, and she fluidly takes him into his mouth as if she was born to do this.

She moans and takes his cock deep down her throat, gagging gently, but hungrily taking him into her mouth.  Watching her fills him with a powerful, carnal feeling.  He can’t control himself when he reaches down and grabs her by the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper down her throat than she was able to take it on her own, holding it there, enjoying every moment of having her warmth surround him before pulling out so she can make some attempt to return to a status of equilibrium before pushing his cock back down her throat.  The feeling of pleasure is too addictive to resist, as he continues to plunge his cock into her mouth, touching the back of her throat with the head, his testicles full of hot, sticky cum swaying and ramming into her face with each thrust.  She continues to moan on his cock, her saliva slicked fingers unbuttoning her shirt so her beautiful breasts fall free, nipples hard and she gives them a quick squeeze and submits to his desire, opening her mouth wide, fighting back the water welling in her eyes while he continues to shove his cock in and out of her mouth.  She too is beginning to lose control, reaching down with her dominant hand to rub her clit, surprised by how wet she’s become, moaning deeply when her fingers make contact and send that electric feeling through her body.

[…] she knows just how to finish him off in a way that he will never forget, that all other women after her will be measured against, and each one of them will fail in comparison.

He can’t control himself any longer, despite his attempts to pace himself, and can feel his climax coming on strong.  It’s so early, he’s mildly concerned that he is putting jeopardy the rest of their time together, but he can’t help it, he has to feel the release, he has to continue using her body to reach his climax as every fiber of his body is desperate for it.  She can sense he is close, his cock feeling a little thicker, a little harder in her mouth as it begins to swell as he approaches orgasm.  She knows this feeling very well, having brought many men to their knees with mind altering orgasms, and she knows just how to finish him off in a way that he will never forget, that all other women after her will be measured against, and each one of them will fail in comparison.

As orgasm begins to take over his body, she pulls his cock of her mouth and strokes aggressively, her mouth wide open, tongue out, ready to accept his warm, sticky cum all over her face and tongue.  He looks down and sees her, amazed by how sexual this woman is.  She knows things that most women would never dream of, and he realizes how incredible this moment is.  His cock explodes and he can feel his entire body shaking, thick strings of cum shooting from the tip of his cock, landing on her face, her tongue, in parts of her hair and she continues to stroke his cock relentlessly.  She feels the warmth land on her face, coating her tongue, and she knows that she has him, but what she has in mind next he could only ever imagine happening, as the flow begins to ebb and she takes him back in her mouth to suck out the rest and join the salty mess she already has in her mouth.  Once she’s satisfied that she has it all she tilts her head back, mouth still full of cum, hand still stroking his cock and begins to gargle his cum, letting it hit the back of her throat before she makes it bubble in her mouth.  He is so turned on by this, there aren’t words to describe his thoughts.  Awe and a look of amazement are obvious in his expression as he watches her continue to gargle his cum, her face still plastered, her hand still stroking his cock.  this goes on for some time, less than a minute but long enough to send the point home and etch it into his memory forever, before she finally swallows it a smile graces her face.  She knows that he will remember her always after that little display, and the act of becoming a permanent piece of his history thrills her.

She knows that he will remember her always after that little display, and the act of becoming a permanent piece of his history thrills her.

She tells him that she’s going to go clean up and bring him something to do the same, but she has no idea what she’s started.  She’s awakened something in him within the last few moments that make him desire her more than he thought possible.  His cum on her face, her willingness to accept him into her body, taste him, coat her tongue and face with him, he has to have her now and as soon as she stands up, he tosses her on the bed and pulls down her panties.  His cock is still hard, surging with energy, blood and a longing to be inside of her.  As much as he wishes he could be inside of her now, they’re both still cognizant of the fact that there is a code and procedure to their relationship, and she silently points to the condoms on the night stand.  After he’s put on one, he works his way between her legs, their eyes meeting, her face still glistening with cum, and he pushes himself deep inside her.  Now it’s time for her to experience the animal she’s woken…

Finding Caitie Mae

Originally posted on my escort site, but the HotProvider blog engine doesn’t allow comments… Whose heard of a really cool blog with zero comments? Exactly.

Something Missing

If you’re here for the same reason I am, and I think you just might be, you’re here to make a connection. I’ve been in The Hobby for a long time and I’ve met a lot of wonderful people, but something has been missing in it for me. It took some time to put my finger on what it is that I’m not getting, but I’m coming to realize that for all of the connections I’ve made, the missing ingredient has become… well… me.


Participation in The Hobby requires a certain level of separation between playground and player. The Hobby is not Real Life and the two don’t blend well. From the beginning of their participation here, providers and hobbyists alike separate the two aspects by a mental technique through which they categorize activities and emotions into “compartments” in order to keep them from mingling together.

Mingling emotions from Real Life with The Hobby exposes lots of conflict and can create lots of inner turmoil. Those who don’t separate one world from the other run a greater risk, in my opinion, of becoming victims of The Hobby rather than participants. Unguarded men and women, it seems, are more likely to face stalkers, angry spouses and so-called “trick babies” than those who keep The Hobby emotionally separate from Real Life.

There’s no doubt in my mind that emotional health in The Hobby requires some level of compartmentalization, but that level has to be evaluated and adjusted over time. I haven’t often evaluated my own level and because of that, The Hobby has left me feeling a bit empty. I’ve come to realize that at some point the benefits of maintaining mental compartments begins to diminish and possibly even negate it’s own purpose.

Getting Personal

Time spent in my company has been reviewed extensively over the years. Many have said that the passion I deliver in session feels so good that it must me real or feels so real that they don’t care it isn’t. I don’t know how to deliver an illusion of passion. I’ve never tried to create such an illusion. Instead, I have created a place in my head related to The Hobby and intimacy and I don’t allow anything other than passion and service to reside in that space. When you spend time with me, there is no IOP; my passion is real.

Although I’m passionate, I’ve not been very personal, and that has begun to take it’s toll on me. Caitie Mae, to me, has become someone who is difficult for me to reach and and with whom I can connect. It’s time for me to re-evaluate my compartments and give Caitie Mae new life. I’m glad you’re here to watch what happens. I’m ready to make new connections with you.

Blending the Old With the New

It was easiest to find the personality you’ve come to know when I was sharing and interacting with you more often. Through my blog I was able to share my fantasies, my opinions, my photos and even my sense of humor and your response to all of that helped to keep me full of the flavor of Caitie Mae that you. That’s why I’m back to blogging here and now. Expect more of what you have come to anticipate from my writing and my blog: erotic stories, advice/commentary, and Half-Naked Thursdays. Expect a lot more of what’s on my mind and more about sex (although the two are often the same…) I’ve also got a few surprises in store for you, too, so be sure to keep an eye on this space.