There’s a total protonic reversal going on in the upcoming month of March. That’s right, you heard me, I’m talking Old Testament, real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Two weddings back to back ! A one week long session ! Dogs and cats living together ! Mass Hysteria !!! It had to happen right? What with Einstein’s theory of relativity finally proven to be true last week, we now know that it’s possible to bend time and space. That’s what’s happening here, how else could so many once in an era events be taking place so close to one another in March? Isn’t it clear? What’s happened is …
Femdom sessions aren’t the only thing I host here at my condo. My Muay Thai trainer comes about three times a week and my English adviser comes about twice in that same time frame, so on the days youre little vampire mistress emails you at 1pm in the afternoon and you ask me “what are you doing up when the sun’s up?” , well now you know why. Out of the two, my English tutor is more blunt telling me outright “it’s shit” when I go over a blog story I’m about to post with him whereas my Muay Thai coach simply smiles and says “it’s ok, you’ll learn.” I prefer it when people are frank with me, it means …
“You’re where? In Bangkok , as in , right now you’re in Bangkok? and you’re dropping by in a few minutes?” That’s me talking to two of my last remaining single girlfriends on Friday as they dropped the bomb on me that they’re in town and looking to finalize their wedding plans with me, something which I can’t say no to seeing as though I’m both their bridesmaids for their dual March weddings. Perhaps they could sense the trepidation in my voice even though I took a deep breath before continuing on with the conversation. “Yes, that’s, that’s just fine” I said as I curled up my lip and looked regrettably at the four dildos boiling in the pot on my …
Hi Goddess How are you doing? Apologies for the long email but I would really appreciate any help or advice you can offer. I need to give you some background to put my situation in context. I’ve been married for fifteen years and before we got married I told my wife about my fetishes and for a long while she played along and indulged me. After some time though it became too much for her and to be fair I pushed too hard and she became worried that it would keep escalating until one day I would want a sex change. For the record, I enjoy dressing or being made to dress occasionally but enjoy being a man too and have no intention …
November 1997 • Enron buys out a partner’s stake in a company called JEDI and sells the stake to a firm it creates, called Chewco, to be run by an Enron officer. Thus begins a complex series of transactions that enable Enron to hide debts. • A married man’s life seems headed for divorce, but not wanting to go without sex , establishes a relationship with a bar girl on the other side of the world. Thus begins a complex series of sexual transactions that enable the married man to hide his true life while pretending to carry on a new relationship. February 20, 2001 • A FORTUNE story calls Enron a “largely impenetrable” company that is piling on debt …
Today’s the day I get all kinds of nice emails and sms from married men saying the most romantic things to me such as … “I would so take it up the ass for you” “Me, You, Champagne, Lube? ! ” “Happy Valentine’s Day, you make my Willy happy.” “I love you like a fat kid loves cake” “Will you sit on my face and glaze me like a doughnut now that I’ve sent you a card?” I’ve long since dubbed this day as being Single’s Awareness Day. You know, the day that celebrate’s the male species inability to commit, made up for by buying an army of teddy bears, chocolates and flowers. There’s a shelf in my …
My job, or profession per se , is to give you the absolute most erotic, sensual, mind shattering two to four hours of your life. To awaken senses within that have not been fully alive since you were a teenager and to induce an uncontrollable sensation of craving which forces you to submit to me and willingly offer me your heart and soul. The hardest part of what I do is not related to the time we are in session at all, but rather it is the time measured in days, weeks and months after the session trying to gently curb each gentleman’s passion and devotion to me. Here we are a day removed from Valentine’s Day and I’ve just read my …
“Rat – A – Tat – Tat , Rat – A – Tat – Tat” it begins again. Like clockwork at 7:30am, just when I’ve laid down to sleep as my vampire nocturnal alarm clock says I should do , the neighbor’s drilling into my bedroom wall and by extension into my brain starts once more. It’s been like this every morning for a solid two weeks, a two week trek into insanity without sleep. Which is bad enough but seeing as it’s come close on the heels of my battle with the flu in mid-January I had started to feel that I had gone the better part of a month without any rest whatsoever. I have but one solitary pillow so …
