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Kinky Collateral

December 14th, 2017

Hello Ladies,

This past week I was the recipient of an assignment from Your good friend Ms. Angela.  This was the assignment:

Answer this question: Why I must eat my own cum for Ms. Angela.

So why indeed?  Let me count the ways.  The first is rather basic – what Ms. Angela says, goes.  She rules the roost – she controls the cock.  But to leave it with a rationale that seems rather reductive.

If I do a more thorough bit of self-analysis, I think there’s a part of me that is grateful for the time she has spent with me getting to know me better, sharing her experiences, exploring my fantasies, and yes, penetrating my head space.  And in my kinky mind, that gratitude peaks  whenever she is feeling generous enough to permit a release.  Those moments usually arrive at the *ahem* climax following sustained periods of her expert teasing. As those precious moments arrive, my whole being (mind and body) become supercharged with emotions and sensations that wash over me.  I also become highly suggestible, and Ms. Angela, being the expert Domme and Mind-Fucker that she is, knows how to take full advantage.

One of the ways this manifests itself is the aforementioned requirement that I slurp down my own jizz.  I have a phrase for this — it’s an act of providing “kinky collateral” to her as a token of my appreciation.  I would be curious what the specific appeal to Ms. Angela has regarding this act (it may overlap with some of the material here — perhaps one of you ladies can ask her *big sheepish grin*)

I believe she is also a woman who like to probe my mind and push boundaries. In our time together she has cultivated the previously hidden slut in me, and I think that her further developing a cum fetish in me may be a part of that — another item in her tool belt, if you will.

Anyway, I have a tendency to get a bit verbose, so I’ll leave it there for now, not wanting to cut too much into the typical Monday night festivities.  Actually – that’s not entirely true – I am more than a bit greedy for whatever attention I can get from you fine ladies.

Hope all of you are well, and thanks for listening.

Sincerely, Slut R.

Women are the Future

December 11th, 2017

Just think about this:

Conversely, whenever Mary Magdalene enters the picture – which she does rarely enough, sad to say – it is fascinating how the energy changes. Atonement theology softens, and with the same breath she enters, a new warmth seems to blow. With her come the cadences of gentleness and forgiveness, the sounding of that core vibration of love.

— Cynthia Bourgeault, The Meaning of Mary Magdalene

Women are the not only the future.

Women are the past. Women are the present.

Women are salvation.

Gilded Adoration

December 8th, 2017

Silvered and Bronzed

Gabriele D’Annunzi

Silvered

When, half upraised, her belly to the sand,
Naked she welcomes the slow-conquering tide,
Then, in the full moon’s radiance, she appears
Like some great silver statue lying there.

A Callipygian Venus, lewdly posed –
Into the rounded surface of her sides
Two hollows sculpted, and her powerful spine
Furrowing deeply as she arches back.

The rising tide steals up and moistens her.
She starts and shudders at its icy touch,
Her loins a-tremble in their ecstasy.

The billows dash against her face, but still
She holds her chosen posture fearlessly
Till, at its height, the tide submerges her.

Bronzed

After her bath, all dripping wet, and swathed
In her dark hair, her body shivering,
She prints in the dry surface of the sand
The splendid contours of her flawless limbs.

Sometimes she graps her bosom’s living fruits
Causing their sturdy points to burgeon forth;
Sometimes she rolls about, and the coarse sand
Marks her smooth skin with curious designs.

Then, patterned thus, she offers up her all

To the moon’s kiss, on seaweed-couch outspread,

Remaining motionless with skyward breast.

And the distance on the background dark,
She looks like a great brazen statue, part –
Corroded by the sea’s acidity.

You Need Pussy Control

November 15th, 2017

Special thanks to the sexy, awesome and beautiful Mistress DJ. Worship her ON TWITTER and serve her on NiteFlirt.

You guys! *blush*

September 22nd, 2017

So. You might be wondering why I haven’t mentioned my birthday since that hot phone sex sale I had mid-August. Some days, I’ve been wondering, myself. I’ve been multi-tasking, working the phones, partying on Monday nights, cocktail-ing with friends, Twittering, and binge-watching Game of Thrones from the very first season.  I’ve been busy.

But that’s not the only reason I haven’t brought my birthday bash up. Look at this:

bdgifts

How is a girl ever worthy of so much generosity? And this isn’t even everything. A second wave came in after I took this picture, which I’m not going to photograph because it’s just not easy to do. One big box is a chair, another is a lamp. I know this because I know who sent those and when they were to be delivered.

Anyway, I AM OPENING PRESENTS even as I type this. Already, there’s a few with no indication of where they came from and one that just has a first name (but I know a few with this first name). Still, I’m trying to keep track so I can personally thank everybody.

Sunday is the day I will try to show pics of the actual presents, out-of-the-box nekkid in all their glory, so to speak. I’d do it tomorrow, but my housekeeper will be here and I’m going to be monitoring and working her fingers to the bone.

You honor me, you please me, you make me so very happy.

xo, Angela

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Okay … I’m way behind on getting pics to you. It’s a don’t ask, don’t tell situation. But I will get them to you soon. Promise.