CharitySlut

“being human is a condition which requires a little anesthesia.” Freddie Mercury (maybe? i understand there’s some ambiguity in the origin of the phrase, so…)

even the most depraved have their limits. two years of lockdowns have helped me realize that i’m more Kneedy and 9aughty than i once thought i was. they’re called spirals for a reason. you get lured in…and then caught in. every time you tell yourself it’s the last time, you find yourself right back where you started. wanting more. always. despite the shame and the humiliation.

Let’s put the “ooh.” in “taboo.”

really, isn’t the term “honeypot” just the best?

why don’t people use words like that anymore?

“honeypot” “sexpot”

let’s bring ‘em back!


and while we are at it…let’s talk pussy. say it out loud…

“pussy.”

isn’t it erotic? i love the word…above all other words for my…pussy…especially whispered in my ear…while it’s being touched…stroked…petted…caressed…anyone who can talk pussy to me…woof!



Daddy, BBC, Doms, Dommes, Butches to the front of the line. breedable, busty…impregnating, lactation and taboo? i’m down. Daddy issues. Mommy issues. kink? yes, please…taboo? *pantydrop*

creampies? yes, please…plan b? no thanks…


downright filthy? i’m in.

My neck, my back…lick my pussy and my crack…come correct or don’t come at all. WAP or GTFO.

no phone. no pics. no assholes. got it? this is my outlet. my release. what happens here, stays here…any insistence to the contrary is unacceptable.

also…to save you embarrassment…and me annoyance: i’m DEFinitely not your Domme, Mom, or Mistress.

and i COMMUNICATE. meaning i interact with your messages in chat. paragraph to paragraph chat is slow, tedious to follow and frankly the most asinine and banal form of chat i can possibly imagine. if that’s what you’re looking for, seek elsewhere.

i’m also a long session girl…edgeplay is my ticket to subspace, and i love getting there…if you wrap up before i get going, it’s not gonna work for us. im multiorgasmic, i squirt and i love getting to cumdumb stage with the right person…

and…i need need need, for some reason, to continually reiterate this boundary: NO FUCKING PHONE. NO FUCKING PICS. (there are a few dickheads out there who don’t fucking seem to understand the concept of BOUNDARIES these days…)