Hotel Room Blues, pt. 3

LINK TO IMAGES: 

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7MlCEoEDaftbHJ0MktsMHlvNlE

HOTEL ROOM BLUES

What can I say about Ashley Lane that I haven’t bellowed on about tin the past. She’s hot, smart, open, and doesn’t give too many shots about anyone’s opinion. You want her to spread her legs and tough herself? Just ask. You want her to hang out on your sofa, drink a beer, and tell sexual, disgusting, enchanting stories about her life? Done. You want to grope her breasts and slap her face? Choke her? Stick your fingers down her throat? Sure, just give her a second to get to know you.

That is Ashley Lane. A self-described slut. Even her beloved boyfriend, who she continues to praise publicly and privately, knows that she can’t stay monogamous, and those truly close to her just have to accept that. 

But that doesn’t make her a bad person. In fact, that makes her more honest, self-aware, and confident than almost any women you’ve ever met in your life. She knows who she is, she doesn’t try to be anyone else, and she makes no apologies.

I’ve had the interesting experience of being able to be let into a small corner of her weird, surreal, sexual world, and I must say, beyond all the stimulation, confusion, excitement, and personal intimacy, it’s refreshing. I’ve never had to try to be someone I wasn’t with her, I never had to feel like I was taking care of her or that she had any demands on me. We just hung out like old friends, shot cool photos and videos, and bonded on a truly genuine and sincere level. I have nothing bad to say about her, or at least nothing that I would hold against her. And eve if you never get to meet her or know her the way her friends do, you should feel the same way about her.

This set was taken in a dark hotel room in Santa Maria, California, after a long night of wax and choking play. She tried on new vinyl boots, ate a large amount of Thai food, asked me to spank her repeatedly, and took some dark, erotic images I will be sharing in August. This was a quiet morning she nervously stripped in front of a window, surprisingly unsure of what to do, shy about dancing, and laughing at herself awkwardly. This same woman who lets men put hot cigars ashes on her tongue and swallows them was afraid of dancing for a video. This is why I like this lady.

As per usual, she stripped and touched herself, writhed and moaned, groped herself and slid a finger inside, not just for the camera, but for her own pleasure. And as I documented it all, we also discussed politics, religion, art, and music. She is a genuine individual, and I wouldn’t change a thing about her,

What do you think of Ashley? Are you tired of her? Still want to see more? Please let me know! And thank you as always for your continued support!

Here’s that link again:

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7MlCEoEDaftbHJ0MktsMHlvNlE