This is most likely my last post before I leave on Wednesday and it’s not so much a story as it is a reflection on where I’m at in my thoughts as I think about this upcoming trip. In commenting on my desire, planning, vision or whatever other name you want to give to it , one guy wrote me today … A lot people have a plan to take them to where they want to be. Most aren’t as clear thinking and disciplined as you. I imagine most aren’t as motivated as you either. I would never compare my situation to yours but I worked at night to put myself through college during the day. I knew that was …
I’m wondering , how many Thai girls from the village slums have stood in front of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre and soaked in the brilliance of Leonardo da Vinci’s masterpiece? By my estimation , there may be 10 of us in the country who would even recognize the name let alone match it with his most famous painting so to answer my own question – i’d say none. It’s not their fault , their naivety is a product of the Logan’s Run philosophy of schooling here where we’re taught “nothing exists outside these walls.” But let me humor you with a silly dream of mine that I’ve had since I was about six years old. I’ve had this …
As life ebbs , terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves. Indefatigable purpose sees me through this abyss like a droning lighthouse beam beckoning the way through a persistent perilous fog. A single slice of cake sits before me in this food court as hollow as the midnight sea, bereft of character , as befitting as anything in this dull country of disillusionment. Hark the herald angels sing , glory to …. me , I’ll soon be leaving. So I close my eyes and make a wish upon my cumpleaños , a one way ticket out of this place for hell is empty – all the devils are here. I’m an angel among these diseased degenerates, their putrid stench clings …
A moment of valor shines brightest , against the backdrop of despair. Tired of men kicking and thrashing their legs vehemently , I thought long and hard about devising a situation which would create quite a conundrum for the submissive man teased to the brink of insanity and wanting to protest with violent twitching. Hmm , curious is the trap makers art , her efficacy unwitnessed by her own eyes. For in front of me last night , lay bound and gagged , my first victim of such maniacal imaginations. Men are always curious when I begin to bind them , at first unbelieving that ropes can indeed restrain them wholly , and then perplexed when self witnessed there is …
There is no slow season when it comes to being horny, Tease & Denial is in demand 365 days a year. That being said , I’m going to take a break for the month of July and pass the majority of my sessions to Mistress Wael. Those of you “in the loop” know what’s happening in July for me and ya I’m fucking stoked about it , so much so that I’ve become a gym rat since the favorable results of my biopsy in order to look smoking hot for it. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been seeing my fair share of movies as well , I have of course seen every movie being shown at Terminal 21 , and …
So my email is overwhelming me with nice folks concerned about what the results of the biopsy were. I’m ever so pleased to say that although I do have an abnormal cell cluster in my stomach the chances of it becoming cancerous are very small and furthermore, the doctor said with simple treatment the body should be able to get rid of it inside of a year and a half. Upon hearing the news I felt numb , well actually I felt numb the entire day right up until I saw the doctor in her office , but after weeks of expecting the absolute worst sort of news my body took the happy result in stride. That is until I …
One of my favorite things to do when it comes to Tease & Denial sessions is to work with Wael in a double mistress session that covers both the afternoon and evening , using a method that we call Pre cooking the balls. Let me explain. To me, there ‘s nothing better than teasing a guy for a full two hours and sending him out my door with no orgasm whatsoever , just a very leaky cock. The enjoyment comes from the text messages soon thereafter where the test subject will lament the aching gnawing pain in his balls , so much so that at times it’s been reported that walking is even hard to do. So what the double …
Live alone, cry alone. I have all these one paragraph attempts at recalling the sexiest sessions of the week but honestly I just can’t put pen to paper right now … or “finger to keyboard” which is more true but doesn’t sound as romantic. I feel like one of those Charlie Brown comic strips where he’s got a storm captioned above his head or maybe just the word “sigh” with a contorted look on his face. My stomach hurts so much from worry that I literally cannot stand up straight to walk from my sofa here to the bathroom, I instead look like a hunched over grandmother of 90 years old trying to make the ten meter walk. Instead of …
So Wednesday is coming quite soon now and though I’m trying not to think about it , or write about it for that matter , it’s constantly there in my mind ; how can it not be? You all have been very kind in your emails, I really appreciate the support. What I really have enjoyed is the words used by you to express your feelings of emotion towards me have changed from “exquisite, beautiful , hot , sexy , etc” to “lovely , kind , special , and other words of that ilk and for me it’s nice to see that by most I’m looked at as more than a person who just fulfills fantasies. The sessions I’ve done …
Dawn has yet to break and rather than the quiet serenity that befells my condo at this early hour , there is an ominous weight in the air as the minutes feel like hours as they pass while I sit and wait for the scariest day of my life to unfold. It’s been a week of reflection for me. Reflection on the thing that matters the most : life itself. Close friends of mine have always had a good laugh at the cows I paid for to save their lives when they were sick , and the ostriches I’ve saved , the baby birds I’ve nurtured that were found behind my house when I was young. The common thread through …
