I'm in San Diego. When I'm in New England I get a lot of people on my phone and in my inbox suggesting that they want to play when I am in SoCal. Well I am here bitches! I have limited time to play in San Diego through the 3rd of April. I am ONLY … Continue reading Just a Quick Update
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I am not a very good dominatrix. I am not stern, I am not mean, I would rather you could entertain yourself. To watch you like a babysitter, to get dressed up, put on make up, the attitude that goes into “being a dominatrix,” drinking copious amount of water, not writing my thesis, not writing … Continue reading Can You Afford My Rates?
San Francisco My father lives in the city. I come here as often as I can but I always have to entertain the reality that I am in close proximity to the family. He is stressful, as family members are apt to be. I finally got through the part of my adventure that required me … Continue reading San Francisco
I’m in San Diego for a few more months. I’m in and out of town as often as I can get out. I’m not happy here. I’m a hardcore pervert living in a conservative environment. I am kinky as hell. I have a penchant for public water sports. I am a mean demanding dominatrix. I’m … Continue reading I’m Gonna Post it to Craigslist
“Young dumb and trying to get some.” That is what the stupid boy who was too old for me to date back when I was a wee lass used to say. He said other brilliant things too like “if I bite you it will hurt.” Needless to say, dating that older guy made me into … Continue reading What Does A Woman Have To Do To Get Laid In This Town? — Leave Town?
A turn of events has me in the city through the 25th of August. If you have something scheduled with me elsewhere and have not heard from me -- I have to cancel. If you are in San Francisco and want to play, I am here now. AVAILS I am available in the following areas … Continue reading End of Summer Avails ~~ San Francisco through August 25
Yesterday I ran for the bus. I was lugging the five gallons of water, three bananas, two grapefruits and four bottles of kombucha that will complement my carrot juice diet for the week. As I approached the number ten bus at the corner of Park and University I was screaming at the top of my … Continue reading Fascism in the Name of Safety