“I want to do the most disgusting fucked up shit with you,” he said with a sigh into the telephone. I squeezed my eyes tightly, gripping my own phone and tried to stop the flash of images running through my mind: Taking him over my knee and spanking him until he cried and then as … [Read more…]
I have a right to be choosy. I can choose who kneels for me…who kisses my heels…who worships my body…and more importantly who serves me. Just because I’m fat doesn’t mean I don’t get to be choosy. I’ve mentioned before that I have a strict age preference for the men I want to serve me. … [Read more…]
I definitely get the phrase “a New York minute” after visiting this week. The city was enthralling, bustling, and confusing as always. It’s almost like being home when I am there for an extended period. And this visit I really I had to tear myself away to head back to DC. I initially went for … [Read more…]
