The name Danielle is going to haunt you, along with the sweet echo of my whisper.. You'll be sitting at your desk, driving in your car, and suddenly you'll hear it - that wickedly silken voice in your ear, urging you on, begging you for more, to give your all, to play along that delicate edge of the forbidden. You'll swear that you can feel the heat of my breath against your neck, that you can breathe in my intoxicating scent, feel the satin brush of my hair against your cheek. You'll remember the touch that will always leave you aching for more.

By day I'm a graduate student and I may look the very picture of the sophisticated academic, but what the professor doesn't know is that there are no panties under my skirt while I assist in his class. I often let my mind wander while I'm in class... Flights of fantasy lead me down dark alleys, where I can be a dirty little cum slut for just the right man, they take me deep into role play where I can be daddy's bad little girl, a wicked nurse with a cold stethoscope, or the girl at the clothing store that comes into the dressing room to model for you.

You'll never forget the twists of my imagination as I take you places you've only dreamt of. Give yourself over to the whisper in your ear, to the seduction that is longing to envelop you. The delicacy of erotic torment, the shameless brazenness of complete abandon can all be yours in my hands.