The one kind thing I'll do...

********is set you FREE...********
"Strong women intimidate boys, but excite men."
... let's have you dance for your mistress upon that deliciously blurry little line, and suffer the sweetest exhilaration of self-discovery.

A modest confession... I am a vampyre, an erotic priestess of the highest order, untouchable, sweet, condescending, aloof, quite adorable, elegant, demanding, sensually sadistic, and oh so amused by all the cutest weaknesses boys just like you find so compulsive and compelling.

As the head of a cult of carefully selected, vampyric priestesses and Our human property, I welcome new supplicants to join and feed Our ranks. Blood has no interest for us. No, we seek the energy connection of power exchange, of endless devotion expressed in the gesture of your lips to Our polished toenails, and the artistry of weaving the perfect web onto which your helpless limbs might cling everlastingly.

Monday, December 12, 2011

BELLA DEMONELLA and LADY MONICA: Strap-on DoubleTrouble

Have you ever noticed how being out of one's hometown does strange things to people? Or, maybe, given the fact this story is about Lady Monica and myself...ahem...heheh... not so strange. 

It was Saturday. We were on a little trip together to catch an event, and figured maybe we could toss in a session if any of normal people were available and up for a little fun. Thus, it seemed perfectly natural to get a hotel room, especially since driving home even just a fifty miles can be grueling after a full day.

So, here we were, way on up in Palm Beach County, our event behind us, feeling good, and having a rather awesome girl's night out. Now, I'll take the tiniest of moments tell you that anytime Monica and I get together, crazy things happen. There's something about her sense of humor, curvy and top heavy little Brazilian body, and lust for adventure that intermingles with everything about me... we're not just a sum of our parts, but rather, we're naughtiness exponentially multiplied. We're the two baddest, wildest, hottest, and most delectably adorable bitches of badness your dreams could creamily concoct. I'm sorry. It's just the truth. When we're together, really good, really bad things happen. *smile*

Anyway, here we were sipping cocktails in a loud dark club, and as always, looking for a little je ne sais qua to spice up the night. Boys kept coming up in waves, usually at first getting a look at one and then both of us and trying their luck. We were surrounded at moments and yes, we were screening them for all kinds of purposes. Some might be future subs. Some might be toys for the moment. This is what we do. It's a bit like any vampire movie and Monica and I were thirsty for action. 
Now, this was a place where gothy and industrial types of people go, and unusual appearances are not so unusual. We couldn't help but notice that, among all the cute and groovy people there, was one rather shy, rather quiet, just slightly uncomfortable woman alone at the bar. She sipped her pink elixir and kept entirely to her self, gloved hands carefully crossed over one another, legs tightly crossed, impeccably and perhaps rather stiffly postured, in a high necked and rather satiny black sheath dress. Her hair, a sandy mix of light brown and honey blonde locks, hung down far enough to brush against the top of her angular shoulders. I found my eyes gravitating her way, and I took it all in just long enough to avert my glace before she really caught me. 

TO BE CONTINUED....

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