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So my sin , the one that got my Onlyfans cancelled , was to talk about and show photos of the face sitting chair which Mistress Wael ordered and has arrived today. Apparently I was not supposed to mention toys that are not used for vaginal insertion and stimulation. Go figure that a face sitting chair … one that many guys are going to use every opportunity to vaginally stimulate a pussy with their tongue … got me suspended haha. Whatever. If you think I’m disheartened and defeated by losing my Onlyfans then go back and read one of my best stories called Maybe which tells you that there is no inherent good or bad news , only the possibilities …
Can a girl make a man cum just by looking at him? Well I don’t know about just any girl, but a Mistress can. I can, for certain. Which , paradoxically is an absurd thing to say because – I don’t suck dick. I mean, I do on very rare occasions. As I mentioned on my Onlyfans blog yesterday with the dildo cocksucking video I had loaded I mentioned that one of the last times I’d sucked dick was on my last boyfriend’s birthday. The TL:DR of which I just mentioned that I’d fed him a mushroom cookie and as a surprise as he was drifting off into the 4th dimension of being high … I whipped out his cock …
Four score and fifteen months ago my neighbour brought forth upon this world, a new virus, conceived in a lab, and dedicated to the proposition that its presence would fuck my life up royally over the next eighteen months. Now we are engaged in a great genetic war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. There’s an old saying we have here and it goes “shame on , umm , shame on … you … fool me you can’t get fooled again.” Well I’m here to say that I didn’t get fooled as royally as China would have liked because I …
I feel like I’m married to someone I can’t stand , that’s barely tolerable, yet “for the sake of the kids” (you guys) we remain in the relationship. Which is good because I always have a hard time writing blog stories about something fictional and with the dearth of sessions this year I’ve had a hard time coming up with stuff you’d guys find interesting to read. Now that I have something I’m passionate to write about , namely censorship , I’m excited to actually get pen to paper and let my thoughts out. Let’s be clear about something. I’m only doing only-thought police-fans because I have to , not because I want to. It’s a forced marriage. …
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Love and Hope. The two birds that sleep together when I exercise at midnight every night … that is the 2 name I gave them. In the morning I feed them bread when they wake up. At 9pm when I go exercise around my condo they watch me and sometimes sing for me. And when I finish at midnight they sleep. Together. And touch wings like in love. I believe in love. I believe in hope. And I believe in maybe. Her story ‘maybe’ is so powerful. ‘The covid pandemic has lasted 4 months and will last 2 more months minimum before tourists can come back to Bangkok. That is awful, yes? Maybe. Well what if I start …
Who am I? That’s not a rhetorical question for you, its a self-reflective inquisition of myself. If I look at the bright side of things – and god knows that’s been hard to do this month – I could step back and say that I’m just maturing from the mid 20’s girl I was when I started writing for this site to the “not quite” mid 30’s woman I am now , and with time has come a decade of change that makes me wince at who I was , right up to about a year ago. Now some might say it took this cancer in my chest to bring about change but in truth its been this whole last …
I’m trying to figure out why it’s been so damn hard to write this story , after all, I’ve been at it all day , and this is the umpteenth retake. So around 5pm , out of total frustration, I went outside on the balcony and had a good conversation with my cactus plant as I usually do when things are feeling a bit overwehelming. Sitting there from late afternoon to mid evening with my plant coddled between my knees , watching the day turn to night , I kind of got some clarity on just why it’s always been hard to write about something other than the crazy fun sessions that I do every month. There’s always been this …
I cannot believe this week. And I think I will never forget about it – ever. I had every emotion. Scared. Cry. Fear. Angry. – and that was only on Monday. Scare because i feel like I give up. Covid is too much. I cannot support everybody. And when I dream every night I dream about death. I am a happy girl I never dream about something like that. I cry after my dad call me and yell at me again – because I snap and yell back to him. Deep inside my heart I understand him. I understand why he feel mad. He has one leg only. Had accident when I was in Grade 7. Construction accident on …
