your ass is mine…
FOREVER
mwahahaha
So there is this person I have been talking to since before 9/11 and we flirt and play all the time. He likes showing me his cock, but don’t all of you?!?!?! I think so.
I love all of the adoration I get from my many cock slaves, who send me pictures of themselves, showing off their cocks just for me, wiggling for me, writhing for me. It’s been a wonderful couple of weeks… repeatedly I have found myself bragging to friends, or commenting to family members: I love my job.
And I really, really do. Love my job. Love talking to all of you, figuring out your quirks, freaks, and fetishes. Talking and listening to you moan, whine, shriek, cry, and beg. Love it!
F–king niteflirt tos’d my extreme fantasies listing– twice. Once for saying I won’t say eww that’s against TOS and once again for telling you all that emails leave a record. Fuck fuck fuck. My calls have dwindled away and I am missing all my perverts. I despair that the nasty callers will never find me again.
I killed the Cinderfella blog because I couldn’t deal with the back and forth between his “I am devoted” and “I can’t”… I had something arranged with another sissypig… but he has yet to reply. *sigh* thank goodness for stray wanderers by and hardcore slutpuppies.
I am feeling uncharacteristically generous so I will bid you adieu with a photograph…
