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WooHoo!
Thanks to the two of you last night! It was a grand time and am glad everyone enjoyed it. However, since I have the key to the cuffs, you might want to come back so I can let you out! |
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I don't understand what is so humiliating about singing "If I only had a brain" while taking it up on ass by my strapon. |
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A plump blondie girl for desert? That's a yummy idea! |
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To the Man from NewYork:
I'm sorry you are such a little chicken that you would not read my email reply. I guess it goes with the small penis you have. |
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Tats:
Yeah. If you look like a living version of The Illustrated Man, then you may not want to write me. Some simple ink is fine, but I don't want to have to look at a walking billboard. |
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Blondes do have more fun...
Especially in the middle of a Dom sandwitch |
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What part of Half of a couple do you fail to understand?
Me + HubbyDom = Couple
There it is in simple math.
If you don't understand this, perhaps you should return to school to complete your education.
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/rubs eyes and pinches nose
boys, boys, boys
A new photo does NOT entitle you to send me endless one line messages. If you can not read the profile and then complete a two paragraph message, then it is unlikely that I am going to reply to you. Repeated messages that do not interest me only gets you ignored.
Trying my patience with sexual comments/questions on a first email does not earn you points.
You had better get used to the idea. |
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I'm sorry we did not get to continue our conversation Abdul. I don't understand why you blocked me after I pointed out your lack of writing skills.
Still, you might want to rethink your idea of posing as a female looking for couples. You are simply not doing very well at it.
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a eulogy
oh how I shall miss you my sweet dear..
I always admired you from the first time we met...
And now you are gone..
The air is now still,
the silence is deafening,
The art of conversation is no more.
There was a time when people had great things to say.
They spoke of Literature, History, Art.
They debated Philosophy, Politics and Sports.
Today,
they grunt.
they have no idea of sentence structure.
they don't care about spelling or word usage.
they grunt.
in the end, they get what they deserve.
Nothing.
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Yes, guys & gals, it means you are going to get your ass violated. If you don't like that idea, then don't bother to write me.
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I swear guys. If you don't stop sending me those damn pictures of your trouser snakes, I'm going to start finding you and cutting them off!
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You don't like that I don't have a picture posted?
Tough shit.
You are unhappy I won't send you a photo?
Tough shit.
You don't like that I don't play with out my husband/Dom?
Tough shit.
You are upset that I won't leave work early so I can play behind his back?
Tough shit.
You had better borrow some money and head to the store to buy a whole truckload of laxatives.
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tut tut tut, boys and girls:
Mr. Bear and I come as a couple. That's the way it is and that is not going to change.
No matter how you beg and plead. So I hope you like real dicks as well as fake ones.
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My god, there are some stuck up bitches on here.
Just because I do not have any experience on the other end of a flogger does not mean I don't understand what I am doing.
I'm sorry if my switchyness bothers you, but that is life and you better get used to disappointment.
and you, little girl who was sitting in front of the TV, gnawing on a fudgesicle when I was first getting my tits bitten and hair pulled, you take that fucking tone with me again and I will pump your ass with a borrowed strap on.
and no lube.
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Girls: if you are going to communicate with me, do be a tad bit articulate. There is nothing worse than a poorly written message.
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