Ah, my favourite food - pussy juice! You see darlings, when I say, on my profile, that I am a homosexual, I mean that I am a homosexual woman. Yes I'm transgender - but that means that, although I have a vestigial wotchamathingamy and attendant bollocks I am nonetheless female for all that. My tits are my gaolers that keep me chained, naked, in a gilded cage of ecstasy, the temples upon those sacred mounds being places of constant worship both intentional and accidental, and my mind is filled with pink things as opposed to politics and oily rags. The only oil spill in my recent memory occurre… Läs mer

Hello darlings, I am a witch. My wardrobe proper may be full of clothes, from pink fluffy dresses to black-as-night garb sufficient for weaving unseen between spirit, demon and elemental -- but the wardrobe of which I speak is not that sort of wardrobe. It is a wardrobe where journeys are made, a wardrobe where clothing is a hindrance which will only, at the completion of that journey -- and certainly after many encores and revisits lost in the splendour of the place -- be ruined, certainly to the point of a really good wash. And thus you see why lions need not apply -- at least not of that so… Läs mer

Well, darling, thus was my first day - my first few hours, in fact. A veritable avalanche of attention - and you don't get that for armed robbery. I wonder whether, as time goes by, I'll see interest level off, or will I be snowed under with offers of thrusting hard cock such that will hamper my ability to walk still further, despite my being a lesbian. Who knows? in the meantime, my nipples won't tease themselves... x… Läs mer