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#FeedbackFriday: Me Me Me ME

Friday, August 11th, 2017

I am so lucky to have such great callers, who take the time to leave me lovely. heart-felt reviews.

Thanks, guys!

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We serve at her whim; we obey her every instruction. Her feminine, commanding voice demands our attention and devotion. She will accept nothing less, and we are better off for it.

Each detail is another depth of depravity.

Confession of one kept: Angela has yet again applied her torturous tourniquet to my libido. My manhood has been well-heeled by my mesmerizing mistress.

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Fantasy vs. Reality

Friday, June 10th, 2016
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Cock Ring as Metaphor

Wednesday, May 18th, 2016

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Contemporary art is a cock ring on a giant erection pumped up by capitalism and keeping the masters of that game from cumming. I think they like it. I think the artists like it, too. They get to pretend to be profound. Some are. Most are hemorrhoids waiting to happen. The blood that pumps it all up is money. Green blood.

Philip-Lorca diCorcia writing for Art Forum

talk among yourselves …

Tuesday, March 8th, 2016

…about me!

A true genius of this genre. She will seduce you, mesmerize you, spoil you. Wit, intelligence, sensuality and more! She loves the art of fantasy. To hear her erotic whispers in my ear is to know heaven. After Angela, no others can compare!”

~KINKISFORME

 happy sissy

Huntress

Thursday, June 4th, 2015

She is sleeping quietly in her crib. I am propped-up in bed reading. I listen to her breathe. I check the clock. I begin to wonder how late you will be.

You are hunting tonight. We stay safe in our den, relaxing or sleeping or taking time for mundane chores. In our bed I listen to every sound until I hear the door.

The door closes and I can hear what I have longed to hear. My warrior walks the length of the wooden hall. Her heels ring out like hobnails once might have done. Louder and closer she comes.

She enters, radiant, beautiful, and commanding. Her heels come off. Her dress comes off. She scoops our daughter from her crib and carries her to bed. She feeds. Her mother has already fed.

Was her prey young or old? Did he find satisfaction or frustration? Her mood is not changed by the feelings of the prey. She lured him towards her. Maybe she smiled. Maybe she frowned. Maybe she spoke too loud. Maybe she spoke too soft. He chased, unsure, too sure, but he chased. Thinking he was hunting, he was hunted. Thinking he was making his move, he was conquered.

The baby has fed. You hand her to me and I carry her, sleeping and satisfied, to her crib. I return to your bed. You are satisfied but alert. A motion of your hand and I stop. Your breasts are bare and swollen with milk. I kneel, naked and hungry before you. Your hand is moving and so am I.

I approach. I tremble. I quake. I throb. I salivate.

You hold your right breast in your two hands.

You speak: drink from me!

I fall upon my task with ardor and greed. With my mouth, I suck. I lick. I knead. I lap. I lavish. My tongue is fast and slow, gentle and firm. I take short and long passes across your nipples. They are tender. They reward me. As your milk flows into my mouth, your hand wrap around my cock. I am in ecstasy without fulfillment. I want more and more. Tender swollen breasts and warm sweet milk on my lips compete with the firm gentle fast slow scratching soothing actions of your hand on my cock.

I am chasing and chased.

I feed upon you.

You smile, victorious, another prize taken by the huntress.

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just a lil kinky story from a fanboy