I was raised in the suburbs of Chicago, a hotbed of depravity, as exemplified by the life of one of those who sprang from my birthplace, Ernest Hemingway. Sadly, I was sheltered by loving parents and married quite young to the man who took my virginity, so I never got to taste of the sort of wildness that comes with driving ambulances in Italy or being a foreign correspondent in Paris. Ive been to those places, though. Lived on the east coast for a time, as well as a great stint in Europe. Now I live on the left coast, a place I love. I travel a great deal for work and have the ability to fly far and wide for pleasure as well, enjoying the depravity of men and women who live elsewhere. Where I am at any given moment depends on how the top secret mission in which I am engaged progresses. But I yearn for the adventures of the Lost Generation, for safaris in Africa, for a sexual partner who shares my insatiable appetite.
An appetite for fun in the bedroom, the kitchen, the back seat of a vehicle...there is no bad place to engage sexually, is there?
My mate loves me, but has largely lost his libido. Those rare times he does wish to engage sexually are short-lived vanilla-flavoured moments. The dear man does not even enjoy blowjobs, something I have adored pleasuring a very special fella or two. After much consideration of the premise that one should live life to the fullest, I requested and received a hall pass. So Im playing with permission, with the stipulation that I not include photographic evidence in any of my scandalous correspondence. So not even my longtime lovers - save one - have photos of me. Please dont ask for a picture....I made a promise to my husband and I am a slut of my word.
Besides, pictures dont really convey much. Some of my favourite lovers are as unphotogenic as they come, and the dullest man on earth had the best portfolio of shots Ive ever seen. Its like the Papua New Guineans were right on that one...the camera stole his soul. Besides, even the most gorgeous creature whose photos are spot on can have zero chemistry with you. So take a leap and meet me sight unseen.
Ive been lucky enough to be loved by several fine men, but most of them are married to other women. Which means I am often at loose ends. A couple of years ago I had a very dominant lover who fulfilled many of my desires, but our worldviews diverged. It became clear that although he always treated me with respect, he was not the person I thought he was. While I am open to various future Ds possibilities, I prefer being sexually dominant right now. So if youd like to be queened and engage in pussy and ass worship, be trained to take my mighty shecock and wear my nipple clamps, if you yearn to be tied down to the bed and wear a ball gag, if you want to drink my golden nectar, or if you just would like some good old tease and deny with some CFnm action, Im your Goddess.
I loved being swatted, belted, paddled, cropped, caned...so in the interest of sharing the love, I can do all that with a man or woman. Ive some fun equipment and two very capable hands. I love playing with someone...fingering really is an art, and the asshole is such a private place that its great fun to engage with that level of intimacy often denied to men in their marriage relationship.
Im very careful about whom I play with in person. Which means Im completely healthy, free of STDs. I dont smoke, dont do drugs, drink only in moderation, and want a playmate who practices the same habits. Oh, and I am pleased to announce that by taking a great deal of care, I was successful dodging the covid bullet and have received both doses of vaccine.
Come play with me.
3/9/2018 11:18:30 AM: I've been thinking a lot about My role as Goddess, as Queen, as a Dominant Woman in light of all the men I've met these past six or seven years and what getting to know them intimately has revealed to Me. Playwright David Ives created an interesting character in his Vanda, whose lines both illuminate and get incredibly wrong the possibilities for D/s and fulfilling the true desires of men and women. Or at least of men I know and Me. But I dare to believe I can extrapolate because I am not THAT unusual, at least in the regard I want to focus on. And I feel pretty damned confident about men, because they have opened their hearts to Me (as well as their underpants) and shared genuine preferences. They're not wired in the way that society (especially church leadership) says they are. They don't want the things that men are supposed to want. It's astounded Me, but I hear it over and over again from the lips of men of all ages and backgrounds. There are underlying assumptions about who can call the shots, by what virtue She can reign supreme, that are just plain wrong. See if you can spot where I take issue with this excerpt from Venus in Fur. “Vanda (as Dunayev): I am a pagan. I am a Greek. I love the ancients not for their pediments or their poetry, but because in their world Venus could love Paris one day and Anchises the next. Because they're not the moderns, who live in their mind, and because they're the opposite of Christians, who live on a cross. I don't live in my mind, or on a cross. I live on this divan. In this dress. In these stockings and these shoes. I want to live the way Helen and asia lived, not the twisted women of today, who are never happy and never give happiness. Who won't admit that they want love without limit. Why should I forgo any possible pleasure, abstain from any sensual experience? I'm young, I'm rich, and I'm beautiful and I shall make the most of that. I shall deny myself nothing.Thomas (as Kushemski): I certainly respect your devotion to principle.Vanda (as Dunayev): I don't need your respect, excuse me. I'll take happiness. My happiness, not society's happiness. I will love a man who pleases me, and please a man who makes me happy--but only as long as he makes me happy, not a moment longer.” ~ David Ives, Venus in Fur
3/9/2018 10:11:09 AM: I've amended My profile more than once (hey, what can I say? I'm ever evolving!) and now I'm going to simply paste the updates from that section here so they're still available for those insatiably curious about every detail related to Milky's journey.
Update April 2017: I will soon be based in beautiful Idaho for the foreseeable future, but will wander hither and thither thanks to my new and exciting job. Professionally, 'll be bossing and protecting large groups of people, but I'm always game to receive service and good one-on-one body worship in My time off. Give Me a holler if you'd like to spend some time together. Even if you're not in the Pacific Northwest, I may be coming to your town soon.
UPDATE 12/2016: I'm in Portland for the next couple of months or so. If you'd like to meet, message Me. I've changed My profile from switch to list Myself simply as a Dominant because while I've submitted to a few great men, I'm not looking for that these days. Just feeling bossy, I suppose.
4/16/2017 9:41:22 AM: Life happens. The characteristic that I most appreciate in a man of any sort is patience. My life has been undergoing all sorts of changes and my schedule is a shifting target at times. I do my best to keep up with correspondence and meet with people as often as possible. But my children and work need to take precedence, because they are both essential in my life. I do not appreciate it when someone is accusatory towards me. Please keep that in mind if you address me with disappointment about not hearing from me as quickly as you had hoped to.
2/28/2017 11:11:15 PM: Memorization Mode About to EngageI need to bow out for a while, people. That doesn't mean I won't be weak and come back and check in on y'all now and then, but I hereby announce that I will likely be away in order to complete the intensive training ahead for My marvelous new job.Remain kinky, I beg you. And look for Me in a month and a half. I'm sure I'll be raring to go then.M
2/23/2017 10:12:48 PM: On 'I guess'This is a phrase that I abhor. It is reluctance. It is disinterest. It says 'persuade me, make me want to do this thing.'Fuck that.The funny thing is that the man I adore most does not ever seem to use it, but he has a southern semi-equivalent that I find utterly charming: 'I reckon.' Go figure.What prompts this little rant, you might wonder. A gentleman contacted Me to learn where I live within the state I'm currently inhabiting. When I told him, and asked if he visited a certain town midway betwixt us (actually a little closer to him than me), stating I'd be happy to meet him, he replied:well I don't typically but I guess it might be possiblePardon me if I don't drive an hour to meet someone who shows so little regard for My offer of company.
