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~~~Enjoy your stay la la la~~~~

i luv black


Freedom and boredom are perspectives, interchangeable. I do not believe there is absolute freedom or boredom. Go where the mind takes you and be WILD! Wild in your own time, wild in your own way, there is no shame being your own wild. But KNOW THE MOST important thing in life is to enjoy it and not let the cows bother you. That is when you will achieve your own zenith!

So first some rules for you wandering visitors who somehow happen to stumble across this wretched page of mine. Its my page and I can do anything with it, so don’t tell me what you don’t like or that i’m totally FUCKED UP cause boo hoo I don’t care. My other rule is simply NOT TO make your presence felt by me unless you believe you are even MILDLY more interesting than a third rate horro movie! I don’t want to keep checkin boxes to delete your ugly face!!! Truth be told.

but everything started wif white


Yes i’m a little deranged, yes i’m a little disturbed. I believe there are transparent beings nearby, watching, draped in white gowns with grey melting skin, and I enjoy brushing my hair at 2am just to scare the children. That’s how I instill fear! Goodbye domestic violence and child abuse! Also forcing yourself to smile makes you feel less scared, this bizarre rule is actually quite true, I’ve tried it a lot too, usually right before I cheat! Oops sorry, I'm a dirty homemaker, a crazy homemaker!

Who am I? A sickly twisted being by accidental choice, a choice that has spiralled my mind into a living vortex of ill, foul, chaotic, images of my own undoing. Was it nature or nurture? Religion or institution? No one can judge. I enjoy wearing party masks, masquerades of sorts, the colorful tinsel and all. Even if I’m sitting in my gloomy office, in my black skirt, staring down my own blouse, wishing I was somewhere else. Has life lost meaning or have I become too introspective? Too self-absorbed? Too psychotic?

but red makes me puffy


If any of me repulses or discomforts or causes nausea, then that’s bad luck. No good things in life come without a price and my price is exceedingly high for returns little men can find. I was once a geomancer, a preacher of sorts, a scout, a gambler of life, exploiter of those too dumb to tell what’s good, but I admit no fault, those were good times. SO leave your prejudice behind and your insults for the bedroom, you know you have them too.

What am I doing here? Little do I know, I certainly can’t dream of answering that. If I could then I may know the vices of my heart and can be free from these boxes I must type within. My research on your mind is what I am doing. How can I freak you, pester you, irritate you a little or make you sweat on the edge. You’re about to step into the wonderful carnival of carnivorous me. See how ravishingly decadent our depravity may take us. Link hands with me and lets jump!

too cute for my own gook


Now do I’m not totally from a different realm. I am funny, tasteful and damned sexual. But my allergy of boredom means I may grab objects and gouge eyeballs. It gives me rashes and hives. Its like this feeling of many many beetles and insects crawling all over my body (oh yummy!), that edgy horniness vexed with vanilla guilt, filled with steamy wet droplets squeezing between my thighs. A sore itch boredom can be. And porn is the answer to that itch between my thigh...

I'm not here to be kind, listen to your problems or your ego. Don't nag me, don’t fawn over me, don’t make requests, don’t prejudge me, don’t judge me, and don’t tell me I appear like someone I shouldn’t be. I am me and I don't care. I am purposely being crazy, loose and tangential because this is where I feel most at home. All other times I’m living another life, a sane life, the one that reminds me I am still aging, that my beauty will fade, and that I was once a wife. Disgusting.

evil swirls in my mind


Why am I such a lunatic little lady? I was born on Venus of course. I do things my way and that is that. I’m like a mid-size sedan. Good to drive, fit for the family, coming with all the things you’d expect. But don’t treat it well and it will collapse on your ass! Don’t talk to me if you’re not willing to touch me. Don’t touch me if you’re not willing to ravage me. I reminisce those times, lunch times, sitting on that wooden bench with my lunch box in my lap and three sets of hands under my dress. "What a nymph!" Its not porn making me crazy, its making me sane!

I probably wouldn't like you very much if given a chance to know you, i’m hard to satisfy, i’m hard to placate, i’m generally bitchy and I don’t like living with people for long periods of time cause i’m very pedantic about virtually everything within 4 arms reach. So to be close to me is really dangerous. Keep your distance. And during the days I have my coffee-highs, you better look out because that’s when I’m really deadly! Yes! that’s when I’m massively horny! And that allows me to overcome all obstacles 4-8inches long *slurp*

dem real and yellow


So i’m a bit of rebel maybe, i’ve gone places and done things I shouldnt. i’ve flown the skies, and i’ve worked the laboratories, ive even worked in restaurants and catered for the dead. Weird isn’t it? I’ve studied people, studied insects, studied the concepts in this world and have ruled my career is to have none. My heart is only free when I am not pigeon-holed. There’s no knowing if i’ll stop at the next red light, I must just slap you and run. Oh my, my horniness can maky me see the world differently- every thing I touch is a possible pleasure point.

Clickity click? Not enough intrigue? Well walk with me a little. What may we have in common? Not sure. I love eating roast duck. No idea why. I like hot chocolate. No particular reason. I like intellectual perversion. Not that I need it. I like raw nasty sex. Not that I would condone it. I also like wearing tights right after my man (or men, whatever the case) has just left a large wad of extra good sauce on the edges of my slit. Not that I would like that more than being able to hold a cock in each hand while mouthing two and another four waiting behind my face. Butcher shop-trip anyone?

long face for long things


Ahem so now I made peace with you, you should introduce yourself a little. Make it fun, sassy and classy. I admit I’m not a sex goddess but I do like it a lot. I don’t remember when I started liking it, but I like it. I like it more than chocolate. I like it more than any other hobby I have had and will have I predict, in summer, winter, backyards, tree houses, balconies, bathrooms, garages, in other people’s vans and in other bedrooms of all types. I welcome any colour, creed and type. Every kink is a new adventure. Now if you can take me on an adventure, talk to me.

In the kingdom of lust only one thing goes and that's being lustful. Even the limp can be lustful! But being lusty has its limits and I know my limits. My limits are self-set. I am mistress of my slave side! I am queen. I am slave also. Queen of my clit but slave to her also. She will obey me as I will obey her. I will decide if she gets to be pounded or lapped but she will tell me whether she wants to be dilated or drenched in semen. Its a balance of control. Neither of us are higher than the other, we are one! We pamper each other, please each other and look after one another. Together we are invincible! Bow before the Queen!

a size too small


My feminity makes me busty, it also make me moody while lusty. You may know i’ve stepped into various jobs before my present predicament, the weird office clerk, the lecherous preacher, wasted model, the disorderly flight attendant and a lousy teacher. At each turn I've never ceased to exploit my lascivious instincts, and my uncanny appetite for the lewd. I love lewd. I love western lewd. I love western blokes. What’s wrong with filling my pussy with the cum of foreigners? I am a forerunner to cultural exchange personified.

Now come my turn as the lousy housewife (whose man has other interests and has gone a-muck) and things start becoming tricky. How did I get here? Was it a nightmare after another? Was it voodoo? Was it that damn psychologist that keeps telling me I might be having girl troubles while growing up? I prefer to believe what the exorcist said – "you have been possessed, let me cleanse your body by placing my penis inside your vagina like thus. Ahhhhh. Now come back every Tuesday for this and don’t tell mommy" My my I was fooled. What a derelict self-erotic home-maker.

can i carry your cum?


In my world, embracing my bodily functions is a must. Embracing it a lone is also a must as you cannot share your womanhood with your disdain neighbor. You learn to be a little cautious. You savor your milky titties for ones who you can sleep together at night with. I may sleep away sometimes, I rent out and away, a guilty pleasure I indulge, a lofty secret hideaway. Its my playpen so I don't need anyone else. I don’t need you to feel nasty. I do need you to take me to a new level of nasty. Tickle my clity please.

As for my loner time. I like to be clean. Nice long baths in rich aromas, keeping my skin radiant and soft. Sprinkle flowers everywhere. i’m a true tree demoness. Brush my hair and puff my lips. I spend my moments dressing up and down. Beauty is my creed, beauty to cover the darkness of my lust, to hide the insanity buried inside me. I smile. But you don’t know what I am thinking. Every turn is a new hope for lust. At the grocer, the post office, the carpark, everywhere. Kiss me, lick me, bite me, hit me, fuck me, abuse me, degrade me, exploit me, devastate me.

they use to call me the chink sticks


So relish your thoughts and urges, control them and channel them. Put your claws up and lets begin the debauchery begin. What if you don’t like what i’ve said? I guess you just won’t like me. I am not that kind of lady. I am college educated. I am mindful. I have my own spirit. I throw all that away too. But it does not mean I won’t tell you your hopelessly boring and making me lose pace flicking my bean. If you do want some of my mind, then you will have to work.

Now, if you got this far maybe you should be happy. Most I presume would have slipped off the side of the planet in coma state. I am a colorful but a little morbid, pessimistic little lady, i’m not a dragon lady because im quite subservient when undressed, but in most other cases I am very aloof. I like many weird things, clowns, candy, board games, hair fashion, mythics, glasses, baking, and cheese. I like travel too. Or well I did. I like chatting. I like conversing. And I love scaring babies...

these walls are haunted


Be open to be things and respect others who are different. Be wicked yet kind. Be wanton yet sane. Be salacious yet refined. If you're with me, then be aggressive yet gentle. My mind is hard yet flowing. I’m a river of surprises and a goldmine of laughter too. But the treasure won’t be easily got. I like to play the tough slit to gape and a tough pussy to eat. I enjoy being broken but only if you're also broken like me. I'm an oddity, tender, yummy and filling. I don’t take racism, but I do take racist innuendos with glee. I pride in my stature. My soft olive frame and my young asian fragrance. And I luv it when men tell me tats why they want to have me :P

Good luck with your searches, life and lusting, but remember the only nuisance here will be YOU because I am always right. No matter when im smiling, or when its raining, when the stars are out or the stars are gone. I will be right. And nothing you say can change my appreciation of my own words. that’s how blind I am. This blindness had been very useful to me. I intend to take it further. And yes, the only thing you are right about is that what you have just read is a complete waste of time!!!

blood of the nymph


Senny