Cocaine Intox Phone Sex $ My Goldmine

I think I’ve told you guys about My little Canadian coke fiend and certified Porshaholic. He’s one of the more recent additions to My Queendom of perverts, jerk-off-junkies, cocaine cowboys, and losers. I think I’ll call him Olive Oil. He called again and lost another $1500. And it was perfect. Though I admit, I’ve been a bit of a lazy Domme lately and I haven’t been feeding you freaks on a regular basis. So this is from a week and half ago or so. Regardless, it’s more than one of those sad, welfare dommes makes all month. And we both know those wal-mart whores would be bragging about a score like this for two years. Dumb bitches. But I digress …

It was a lovely evening and he is definitely a fabulous, little boy toy with a death wish that only I can bring to fruition. The truth of the matter is that I actually have quite a bit to update you boys on with respect to My cocaine forced intox empire. Your Favorite Princess Bitch has really been driving Her beautiful, greedy fist through some desperate hearts. And I can’t help Myself. I love pulling their souls and savings out through their noses. By now you boys know that I’m The One when it comes to Forced Intox. I have readily solidified My reign over every little mind that dreams of making bad decisions and being set on fire for My pleasure. And without a doubt, one of the crowning jewels in My twisted tiara of lust, love, and destruction is the work I do with these hapless, bourbon-guzzling, gutter-glitter gluttons. Fuck … I love it so much it hurts.

As always, there’s been a lot more going on behind the scenes that you lusty, little maggots will want to hear. You know that if I’m quiet it’s only because I’m separating someone from his wallet with My mind and the toxic honey that drips from My tongue … it’s so sweet.

If you’re ready to play, call Me on Niteflirt. As always, it where I do what I do better than anyone has ever done it. xx – Porsha Rajal