So boys, now you have the privilege to see me in my early princess development. The early route to dominating you and forcing you to be my bitch. Read this letter to a fling.
“ Dear (can’t put his name here),
The past few weeks have been an amazing array of tawdry, raunchy and occasionally romantic escapades. Your cock and the way you use it may be absolutely, positively the best I have ever had in my years of fucking. That is quite a compliment too considering the number of men; black, white and every other color of the rainbow that I have screwed.
I will always remember the first time I saw you at that club. Your dark, shaved head sparkled under the disco ball as you crossed to our table. Where you shocked at my proposal?
Even if you were, you were quick to accept the offer; especially when you felt how wet I was underneath the table. I enjoyed how you boldly got me off right there in the middle of the club with one of the best finger fuckings of my life. I was very glad the music was so loud, because I think I actually cried out as I flooded your hand with my juices.
When you began to kiss me and caress my tits through my blouse, I got so hot and wet. When you unbuttoned your jeans and began to stroke your hard cock, I almost came. When you brushed those large, dark hands up the inside of my soft, pale thigh to find my swollen clitoris; I was whimpering and writhing on the soft blanket. So by the time you, flipped me onto my tummy and lifted my skirt and hips to meet your first thrust, I was already over the edge.
Our wonderful weekend on the Costa Del Sol was memorable as well. I still can’t believe you managed to actually get all that thing into my virgin bum. It hurt so badly at first as your swollen head breeched my untouched hole. I am sure if I had not been so drunk that I could never have managed it. Did I really end up begging and pleading for you to ‘fuck my arse harder?’ And to think that was just our first night there.
It was so hot that last night when you took me from behind standing on the balcony of our hotel room. We were both wet with sweat by the end. I loved the way you stripped me completely naked in the room before leading me outside to the lounges. I adored the way your shaved head felt as you tormented my throbbing clit with that thick tongue, sharp teeth and full lips. But it was not fair of you to deny me my orgasm by demanding I bend over the edge of the balcony and open my thick, white arse for you. Of course, all was forgiven by the time you sprayed another huge load into it.
Where does all that stuff cum from anyway? I have never been with anyone that could fuck so much or made so much spunk. You even managed to make my cunt and arse sore a few times this summer.
BUT…isn’t there always a but…I am afraid this must all cum to an end. This special summer lovin’ must give way to the realities of the autumn and winter of life. I must do my thing and you yours.
Thanks for the fucks,
“Krystal”
Not many of you realize just how extreme I am, how I love a challenge. I’m not your typical moan and groan girl, never have been never will be. So when a phone sex caller comes along who picques my interest I love it. This was the case with my vampire caller the other night. What can I say other then thank you. He recognized the power I exude, the control I need to have, and how I hunger for your blood. I don’t speak to many of you about my vampire kink because quite honestly I know you’re a bunch of fucking cowards who couldn’t handle a hot, sexy temptress like myself latching onto their neck and draining them. Brett though, he’s different. Not only does he welcome the idea but he practically begs for it. I fed on him like I haven’t feasted in so long and it felt incredible. Are you truly into vampire phone sex too or are you afraid of the complete control that I would have over your worthless, weak body and mind.
