ArikaAmes

36. How many emails do you get from fans/members a day? Do you respond to all of them? What was the weirdest one?

I get at least ten e-mails a day!!! I do respond to all of them, but sometimes I get a little backed up. I respond to them, but it may be a week later maybe even two weeks, but they are all answered.

I actually got a really weird one the other day. It was kind of cool that I made this couples day, but my goodness it was kind of odd.
Here it is, long read but pretty cool.

Hi Arika,

...and greetings from the UK! I have not long since joined your site and I
wanted to write to you, to share my thoughts and a little story. I hope this
gives some idea of the storm you're creating across the pond, well, at least
in my house!
I work as a pretty busy and high-pressured broadcast journalist in London
for a well-known public broadcasting company (!) I didn't know what
stress-relief meant until I joined your site. I wouldn't normally join such
a site, thinking "I've seen it/them all", but after seeing some of your pics
online I was more than curious. Instead of 33, I feel like an 18-year-old
again, the first time he sees a woman naked - that thrill of something new
and wonderful.
Anyway, my little story...
I was at home one night with a girl friend, someone I like to share some
mutual fun with every now and then. We'd enjoyed some seafood and French
Sauvignon and things were getting a little intimate. In the middle of this
she (Isabel) started asking things like "which woman in the world would you
most like to spend three hours of passionate lust with?". I was a bit vague,
rolling off a few actress and model names, and a few people we knew, but
when she really pressed me for one name I kept thinking of good ol' Arika. I
couldn't possibly tell her and confess to joining your site. But in the end,
just to shut her up (!) I said "Arika Ames". Curious, Isabel wanted to know
more. So I explained. And she then insisted I bring up your site on the
computer in my room and we have a look, so she can check out who I would
give my left leg to sleep with.

I was conscious of not offending Isabel as I called up some of your jpegs
(The best ones - of you on that big couch of yours, slowly slipping out of
lingerie). She's 5'8, with enormous tits and a redhead - and I didn't want
to confess that petite dark, raven-haired women were the biggest turn-on in
my life. But she didn't seem to mind and watched me as I watched you. I
guess she could tell that I was starting to get hard, because she was
intrigued by my reaction. Then she stunned me. She confessed that one
fantasy she'd always dreamed of fulfilling was watching a man getting
himself off to climax, by watching another woman. OK, so there was an
enormous ripple of thrill went through me, but I was apprehensive. Isabel
urged me to do it - she could tell how turned on I was and she wanted to
watch me enjoying you. So to help, she stripped me of my boxer shorts, took
hold off my cock, played with it for a while, then placed my hand on it and
lay back on the floor, her hands ready to explore her own body. She wanted
me to tell her what I was looking at and what was turning me on, so, turned
on more than I ever have been, I pulled up jpeg after jpeg of beautiful you
and played away with my now rigid seven inches. I told Isabel as I watched
you how it was your beautiful dark thick hair I wanted to run my hands
through, how it was your deep dark eyes I wanted to stare into, your wide
full red lips I wanted to kiss, your sensuous neck I wanted to nuzzle, your
arms I wanted to stroke, your back I wanted to massage, your pert perfect
tits I wanted to cup and the hard enticing nipples I wanted to nibble. I
told her how it was your dark thighs I wanted to place my head between and
breathe heavily on, how it was your calves I wanted wrapped around my back,
how it was your perfectly formed behind that I wanted to hold in both hands
as I drew you down on me - and how it was your heavenly looking pussy that I
wanted to take hours exploring...smelling your sweet smell, and how it was
inside you that I wanted to end up, reaching nirvana. I kept telling Isabel
(and myself) until the ultimate happened and I could go no longer. I suppose
you can guess the rest....!

Suffice to say I had the night of my life, Isabel got to fulfil a fantasy
(and seemed to want me even more, strangely) while I had just a few more
minutes gazing at your beautiful face and body.

Isabel did ask me if there was anything about you I didn't like. I said
there was one thing. That you live too far away and I'll never get to see it
for real. As we say in Blighty, never mind!!
Keep up the great work, gorgeous. And if you are ever in the Old
Country........!!