Are You Chloe?

Chloe is an educated, hard working, loving, sexual creature; who takes pride in everything she does.

She is the woman who defies expectations and societal norms in exchange for what feels right to her. She doesn’t judge others.

Chloe knows how to make herself happy and doesn't rely on others to enjoy life.

Chloe doesn't let the fear of failing stand in her way. She wants successes for herself and those around her.

Chloe takes the time to find the beauty in everyday. She knows loneliness and chose to fulfill herself, rather than wait for someone else to please her.

She wants to find her partner in crime, someone to push her to be the best she can; someone who she can push to be their best. The couple that no one can take their eyes off of because they make each other even better.

Chloe doesn't want everlasting passionate love, she wants someone who she respects and in turn who respects her. For Chloe, the most important thing is mutual respect and admiration. 

Chloe is the ability to be true to yourself, she is the voice of this generation, the marker of something much bigger. She is the new woman.

Chloe is the answer to the 'Sex and The City' generation before us.

Chloe is not only me, she is YOU.

Me, Myself and "O"

Many woman still don’t like to admit that they make themselves cum and I am not exactly sure why. If you can’t make yourself feel good, how can you expect someone else to?   

Nothing turns me on like lying in my bed getting ready to fall asleep. There is something about the way the cotton sheets caress my freshly waxed legs; the feeling is so sexual. I often let my mind drift to past lovers. I recall the way in which they touched me, imagining every detail while working myself over. Then there are my fantasies.

As much as I love sex with men I can’t help but let my mind wander to women. I love fantasizing about being with them. I lay in bed alone and imagine she is kissing me; her hands, small and delicate. She has one hand on my shoulder and is grabbing my breast with the other; she makes tiny circles on and around my nipples with her nails. Her lips are soft and her kiss is firm.

When she lays me down and kisses my neck her soft hair falls across my face. She is a slave for me, there only to pleasure me. I imagine her hands grabbing my inner thighs as she continues to pleasure me, exploring me with her fingers. She licks me and I let out a short breath, barely able to contain myself. She slides her tongue inside me, tasting all of me, stopping to lick her lips. She kisses me so I can taste myself on her lips and then slides her fingers inside me. She talks me through the entire thing and my head starts to feel dizzy.

I arch my back and imagine her telling me how much she wants to make me cum; I let go. I lay there out of breath, my inner thighs moist. I flip the covers off me as I'm feeling hot and close my eyes. A good nights rest is required for what I have planned tomorrow; my "date" with The Editor is nothing short of reality.