I acknowledge that I can be a bit of a cunt from time to time when answering emails , but if you were forced to read half the dribble that comes out of men’s minds which I am forced to read, well, I’m sure you would cut me some slack. Today, or tonight rather , see – I’m tired as fuck … I’ve been learning to drive all day and tomorrow – knock on wood – I finally get my drivers licence and thus can cross off another thing from my list of “things I need to accomplish before I’m 30”. Winning the Nobel Peace Award for writing is on that list as well so I better get my ass …
Hate is such a vicious vile word , with sheer wanton maliciousness behind every instance it is spoken. Thus, it must be used not liberally, but instead preciously saved for a deserved target of one’s venom. In my life, there has been no greater thing that commands me to use the word Hate as its descriptor than that of the word School and all the maladies that word encompasses. I was recently asked in an email “how can your English be so good , you’re Thai.” He took the philosophical pretense of “I speak, therefore I am” , flipped it on it’s head so it would become “I’m Thai, therefore I am not.” I hate that. Thing is , he’s …
As I write this it is almost 3:30am early Monday morning and in just a few short hours the gym manager – or the cross fit manager , whomever opens the gym first is going to happen upon an uncleaned stain of blood on the boxing ring mat which is going to go unexplained … unless they happen upon this blog entry somehow. While it might be happenstance that I was present at the hour it occurred, I must admit that I am the guilty party who caused said stain and the pent up guilt amassed from Sunday afternoon is now unconscionable. Umm, the guilt being how good it felt to extract a pound of his blood. There is, as …
nce more unto the breach … “Mercy , please have mercy” was the last sentence uttered by a polite Indian fellow after I ushered him out my condo door with a friendly wink of an eye after glancing down at his massive bulge hidden inside his checkered knee high shorts. I leaned back on my condo door after I had closed it and waited patiently for the sound of the elevator bell which dings as it arrives to my floor. That was the long awaited end of my last session, 3 1/2 weeks ago, and at the time I couldn’t wait to close up shop and find some time for myself on a well deserved vacation. Now, nearly a month …
“What’s wrong?” “When ya gonna do a new blog story?” “You ok?” A: Yo bitches, it’s summer , and more so than that it’s the dog days of August , a girl needs some time to herself. For a week I went to see mom because I hadn’t seen her for nearly an entire year. I then spent some time with my hospitalized friend helping her get through what she has to deal with. Heck I even went to visit my cows that I pay to have a better life. Can’t save everybody, I’m well aware of that, but I sure as heck can save two , and two is better than zero. Between all that I’ve done mostly …
We Tease you and in doing so we deny you the ultimate release you are inches away from. What’s different about me is that while other ladies of this particular craft focus on the torturous and sadistic side of femdom , we take a different approach , focusing on two words that nobody else can provide : Seduce & Melt. Yes it helps immensely to be somewhat beautiful to seduce the way I can but I would argue that California has a lot of blonde bombshells more beautiful than I – none of whom can captivate a man’s attention at dinner and make him wiggle in his chair where he sits : from pure excitement. That is a skill I acquired over …
Instead of thinking of a clever way to combine a show recommendation , a comment on a session , and a viewpoint into one story that flows together with a common theme and segue’s for all , i’m just going to present the ideas floating around my head in its crudest form. Cleverness be damned, sometimes it’s better to say things quickly and get back to scratching pussy all afternoon. My thanks to the guy who put me onto the best show I’ve seen since Breaking Bad , it’s called Black Mirror and it’s utterly fantastic viewing. Nine years ago my friend fatally spent a great deal of money on his Motorolla Razr “flip phone” which was the greatest thing …
I’m back in the saddle again. Out where a man needs a tease. Where the longhorn men plead While begging from their knees I’m back in the saddle again. Ok so Gene Autry I am not , but a mistress I am once more having gotten over the hump of doing my first session in over a month successfully. My intention isn’t to make this a ‘pat myself on the back’ kind of entry but rather to let you guys know that there is a great amount of trepidation when confronted with doing a session after a long layaway. Especially when there has been 0 seconds in the past month where I have been allowed to feel or act …
Good news, I’m back doing sessions once again! I never expected the aftermath of the surgery to last so long, the pain has stuck around longer than herpes does (i’m going by word of mouth on that one) and I sat in one spot on my sofa for so long that there is now a permanent ass dent in the cushion. Feel free to come over and sniff it at your leisure 😛 I tend to write from recollection of memorable sessions but since I’ve had no sessions to base my thoughts on I’ve had a hard time coming up with things to write about that wouldn’t bore you to tears. I had written up a story on “the advantages …
Well, I’m no longer fearful of child birth. What I am fearful of, sitting here 1000 feet in the air near the 30th floor in my condo which faces out towards the west is that the zombie apocalypse may have begun and I wouldn’t know because for fourteen days I’ve been living in a vacuum of space with my ass tied to this sofa. I lie, I can actually see the highway yonder in the distance jammed with cars that barely move so I know that life goes on outside these walls … sadly as I think a zombie purge is exactly what this city needs. Come on!! Am I the only one who would see the irony in Soi Cowboy …