Blasphemy is a massive turn on for me. I am working on a short story series about the coming of age of a young Nun. Let me know if you also enjoy my blasphemous writing. Email me at [email protected]Now enjoy the story if Vanessa and the Mother Superior.
Phone sex therapy is good for both parties. I love to help men through their endless addiction. Think about it, how I can help you. I don’t know you and you will feel at ease. There is no couch unless that is where you want to lie your head. I dressed in a cute outfit stroking my bald cunt. Waiting with anticipation where your mind is going to go. Let’s explore those dark corners together. What will you have for me tonight sexy? With me rubbing on my nipples walking you through.
For some reason, I am in the mood for a drugged fantasy. The thought of taking someone’s will of choice away. That is doing it for me and pulling me deep.
Men, do you pay attention to a woman’s anal lips? How do you like them? Now that I have your attention, have you ever thought of this, or is my mind a little on the twisted side? I’ve never been a huge voyeur of porn, but why are they all perfect and pink? Not a rosy shade, but baby pink. It honestly shocked me to the depth women go through to keep the backside aesthetically pleasing.
Have you ever thought about how Alice felt? Did she want to fall down that hole, or was she pushed? Maybe the lure of magic mushrooms, and special teas tingled her in all the right places. I sometimes wonder if that naughty rabbit wasn’t really a dominate daddy who lured his little deep down into the underground. It’s more logical than you thought, right?
It’s hard to remember when it started. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, but when puberty hit, our relationship changed. I went from a skinny little girl to a curvy preteen. My mother hated the changes, but my father, well, he loved each of them. That was the year he upped my allowance and gave me a secret credit card. If mommy knew about that, she would’ve dropped dead from anger. She always said no woman could replace her, but what about her own daughter? Mentally, I replaced her years ago. She just didn’t realize it yet.