To fuck or not to fuck? How far is too far?

Today, a reader emailed me with a question I just love to answer...

Charlotte, I was just wondering. In your industry, is there any kind of guy that is 100% off limits? What do you do if he is famous or married? - Regina

Well Regina, like you undoubtably already know, it's an economy based on goods and services is it not? These men are unhappy and deprived by their Sig-O's (significant others) and are looking for a service that I provide. In return, I provide the service of what I do best in exchange for their good. Wam Bam thank you Ma'am =]

I mean, sure, I am not "in love" with every guy that I service. But, what most people don't realize, is I can afford to be picky in my industry. I mean otherwise you end up on the news with your fingers and toes cut off am I wrong? Every customer is by referral only, and even then I still turn men (and women) down. I can't go too far into how I run business as let's face it, it is highly illegal.

So what I am getting at is most of the time, I can eliminate the problem of an off limits or shady guy before the situation arises. Definitely though, the only kind of guy that is ALWAYS a no, and this should be for EVERY woman, is the guy who is dangerous. (And I don't mean those who can play bad boy).

As far as famous men go, I have serviced enough not to have fingers to count them on, and not going to lie, they're the best customers. They never try to cheat you because theyre rolling in the dough, and frankly they're the ones who like to be the most discrete. Most of the more acclaimed men I've fucked have been atheletes, and a word to the wise ladies, they're just like every other man... Nothing special except for the hot bodies.

Marriage. The biggest flaw of society... I mean, if you want to get married and have a huge, beautiful, lavish wedding, be my guest.. but personally it's hard to find monogamy worth while when you see so many cheating spouses in your line of work. There are so many people out there who from the outside have a beautiful life, career, spouse and children who are unhappy. Some of them don't even want sex, but rather company.

So many men have asked me to just lay with them and hold them and go out and be seen with them. Why? Because you women out there aren't doing your job. Yes, take it from me that IF YOU DO NOT TREAT YOUR MAN RIGHT he will find someone who will. Men are super good at finding prostitutes. And, I'm sorry, Honey, but if your husband/boyfriend/fiancee is going to cheat, he is going to cheat no matter what... so it might as well be with me so I can buy that new dress I've had my eye on. =]

I hate to say it but those two types of men, famous and married, are my favorites because they stick to the rules. College boys just fall in love and old men are too gross to touch, so that is my main clientele.

And to all the married ladies out there, do your husband and me a favor and fuck him tonight... I know I don't really want to, but you know that I will for a hefty chunk of Junior's college fund.

XX

Charlotte

Day One: Brian, The College Athlete

Brian and I attended the same university for one year; I believe that he was a sophomore. I first met him in the fall semester of 2007 after he had gotten my contact information from a fellow athlete and called to make arrangements with me. I was excited at his young age and the fact that he was a popular athlete around campus.

We were to meet at a “welcome week” party at his apartment, (By the way, thats what I fucking hate about college boys, they take you to these gay parties just so other guys will drool over my tits...) and I had a glass or two of wine in when I arrived at the party. To my delight, I was extremely attracted to Brian, and immediately felt the urge to tear our clothes off as I approached the tall, muscular athlete. He was roughly 6'2'' with black hair, bright green eyes, and looked surprisingly like a mix between Orlando Bloom and Gilles Marini. I remember thinking that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and I knew right then that he would be a great fuck. It is not often I get anxious in the presence of men, but he must have felt the same way because he turned to me and sized me up and asked, “Charlotte?”
“Guilty as charged, great to meet you, Brian,” I smiled and extended my hand. He smiled at me and took my hand and pulled me towards him and started to dance with me. I began to relax when I felt his body against mine.

I don’t know whether it was the wine or his hard on against my hips, but dancing with Brian was intoxicating; feeling his hips gyrating against mine was one of the most sensual feeling… I still remember the heat from his body and how his skin was covered ever so slightly in what felt like dew against my hot skin. That’s when he did it.

When I say “it” I mean the one thing on God’s green earth that can bring me to my knees in less than a minute. My kryptonite. I absolutely melt to butter when a man kisses and bites the back of my neck. Something just radiates through my entire being that just makes me want to fuck.

With him nuzzling and licking my neck I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned to whisper in his ear, “I want you to take me…” As I said that I laid a soft kiss right under his ear lobe, and I could feel his body tense up just like mine had. Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me from the party and back to his room. (Oh, God bless football).

When we got back his room he didn’t even bother turning on the light or even shutting the door knowing the other guys were at the party, we didn’t care. He pushed me down onto his bed and we nearly tore each other’s clothes off. All I was wearing was a tight black dress which he had proceeded to strip off of my taut body and throw across the floor. I was in a state of euphoria when he went down on me. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t wait to please him and see what I was working with. All joking aside, he was the biggest cock I ever had.

I pushed him off of me and pushed him lightly back onto the bed so that he was sitting on it. In front of him I walked over to the door and closed it, and took my time walking back to him and straddled him on the bed. Slowly and seductively I danced for him on his lap, rubbing my tits and pussy onto his body, and stripping off my bra and panties. I kissed him and worked my way down to his package and began to perform oral on him. He was one of those guys that wasn’t a moaner, but wasn’t completely silent… the kind I love... the kind that talks dirty to a girl, and means it.

Call it hubris, but I just love hearing a man call me a whore as I have his dick all the way down my throat and hearing him groan… something about it is just carnal and sexy. After a while he told me to lean over the bed. (He was very dominant, which I just fucking love). So while on my tip toes I bent all the way over his bed and turned around to him and said, “Fuck me, Baby, fuck my pussy”. He smacked me on the ass and entered me and took me just like I had asked him to.

It was amazing and I couldn’t keep quiet the entire time. He leaned forward and bit my neck, which really turned me over the edge and I about came ride then. When I asked to ride him, he happily obliged as I mounted him reverse cowgirl, my personal favorite, and rode him as fast, hard and deep as I physically could. He kept slapping my ass and digging his fingers into my hips as he pushed me down onto him, which sent me over the edge and only made me want to go harder and faster. Finally, he groaned and I could feel his body pulsing as he finished.

After his finishing in me I had the urge to finger myself and taste him off of my fingers, which about sent through the roof… He was a lot of fun at his young age just like I had expected. I got dressed, he gave me my money and he walked me back to my place like a gentleman.

The next morning I nearly died after seeing myself in the mirror. My ass was bright red, and all over my back were bruises and even a wound where he had broken skin, I assume from biting me. I laughed when I also noticed a drop of blood on my pillow. I cleaned myself up and was good as new, but never have I had such “battle wounds” since then.

Later, I happened found out that Brian had a very serious girlfriend of nearly 5 years. Not that I cared, obviously, since he and I met regularly after that… the library, the racquetball court. Oh, how I loved college.

Oh, and a side note, he texted me the other day, they broke up… weird, right?

If Sex Could Kill..... Oh, Wait.

The word WHORE is used to describe a sexually promiscuous woman, and is often used as an insult in the American Pop-Culture. Well... That's too bad.. because I love being promiscuous, and find myself feeling sorry for everyone missing out on my lifestyle. This blog is going to be a memoir of the mind-blowing nights I've spent and a rewind of every last man I've ever spent one with.



Let me introduce myself to you. I am Charlotte Haze, and I guarentee you that I could blow your mind. I have always loved sex and men and been intrigued by making myself a man-pleasing Sex-Kitten since I lost my virginity. I could never have enough... I guess you could call me a "maneater" in the eloquent words of Ms. Furtado.

I have never had a relationship where I found "love" strong enough to keep me from cheating on my boyfriend. I think that the power of lust, passion and our carnal instincts is too powerful for monogamy. I have never had a friend with whom I could share my secretlife, and so now, I am exposing it to the billions of potential friends I might meet out there.

I am a regular person just like you. I am a student, I am a daughter, I am a sister, I am a friend, and I am a slut. If you saw me, you would never believe that I have made over 100 nude photographs and maybe a video or two of myself... You would never imagine that I love to be spanked and pushed around, and you would never imagine that to ease my addiction I have even used false personas to get my fix.

I am a chameleon... I know how to seduce a man, my prey, and once I get a man in my sights... it's only a short period of time until I will have him. My body is built for sin, and it is a weapon I damn well know how to use.

I am inviting you into my deepest darkest secrets, to join me as I confess...

xo- Charlotte