Apparently I talk like a man. 20 first dates this month have told me so. No not deep like Barry White , which is a pity because a voice like that would come in handy if we ever trade in Songkran for Whacking Day. We do have a lot of snakes in this country so ya never know, could happen. If whacking day ever does come, rest assured : I will be useless because I do in fact have a sweet girls voice. It’s my tongue they’re referring to. See, all these first dates would rather see my tongue wrapped around their cock but instead it tosses challenges and insults like two 70’s Miami cocaine dealers in the back room …
Ballbusting , if you’ve had it done to you , in all likelihood it’s been done incorrectly. Too many mistresses look at ballbusting as a way of extracting maximum pain from a man in minimum time, before casting him aside like a spent torch. If they only knew the one truth about testicles , a secret that men keep locked up as tight as a bowstring. Which is? The fear of pain is far greater than the deliverance of such. That fear can be harvested , strained , and aged like a fine wine, and therein lays the true pleasure of such a session. Interestingly, I came upon this revelation quite by accident. It was about two years ago when …
Having the personality of a Mistress is like having a flawed super hero power. It’s like having the ability to fly – but at an altitude of only 1 foot off the ground. Or like having the ability to run super fast – without the ability whatsoever to stop. I, like a super hero, have the ability to control men – yet I repel them. C’est la vie. In actuality, they repel themselves. Dave certainly did, wouldn’t you agree? Dave wanted Tinder Pussy and instead got Tinder Humiliation and no doubt if he too has a blog I’m being compared to a demonic lamb in it. I’ve moved on from Dave, or vice versa – fair enough, but I’m indeed …
I fucked “Dave“. Or , more exactly, “Dave” fucked me. As per usual though, how it went down is not quite how you are envisioning it went down. To say that “Dave” fucked me connotes visions of seeing me with my hands spread out clinging to any crack in the wall as “Dave” cups my tiny perky breasts firmly with both hands and beast fucks me from behind with forceful deep strokes that make my knees shake. Beads of sweat roll off my matted hair and drip down my forehead as I endure his merciless pounding well past the half hour mark. Well don’t clap for “Dave” just yet, I know you have him as a HERO in your minds, …
