Feb 24
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This is some Homewrecker Fantasy porn that you absolutely need in your life. I am proud to announce the newest addition to My Homewrecking adventures with this dark episode of homewrecking fun that doesn’t end well …
Feb 24
I have been thinking about "Goddess Worship." Lately I have grown far more comfortable with the title "Goddess." Being called "Goddess" used to grate My nerves. (I suspect that was because it was (and is) largely wielded by domme-whore submissive, slut boys in an attempt to immediately convey that I had become their own personal jesus with as little as "hello." I recoiled at the word because, generally, the speaker was never anything to Me and I certainly didn’t want him to think I was his anything. For the most part, it smacked of insincerity and the traditional expectation that I would then play the assigned role of being a leather-clad fuck doll that took control of a man’s prick in some cliché, predictable way. Obviously, that’s not Me.) And to be sure, I abandoned …
Feb 23
Hello My little submissive slut boys! I just wanted to take a minute and share what was in My Niteflirt inbox today. The image above and below are from this adorable, submissive, tease and denial, Swedish slut boy that I’ve been mindfucking. He’s so addicted. And after I spoke with him last night, I woke up to these two desperate messages. I really do adore this one and I believe I’m going to have quite a lot of …
Feb 16
It’s good to be back in the pen.
Meet My new Dick. He’s totally fucked.
His wife is going to be totally blind-sided.
But don’t call it a comeback … I’ve been here for years.
xx – Porsha Rajal
Feb 16
This sensual domination, erotic adventure is one of My all-time favorite fetish, audio clip productions. You definitely need this in your life. And it’s almost a full, 30-minute JOI party! This clip is almost free at the moment, but that won’t last long. You can listen to it …
Feb 16
Happy Belated Valentine’s Day, boyfriends! I typically don’t deal in the trivial business that is half-dead flowers from some horrid megamart and cheap chocolate, wrapped in tacky, cardboard hearts. I tend to believe that every day of the year is Mine, except Valentine’s Day. I firmly believe Valentine’s Day is the day you pretend to want to bring your wife presents or take the beast to dinner before you pretend to want to fuck her in the name of obligatory holiday sex. Obviously, all of that is fucking gross.
But I do want to thank Myself for some exceptional gifts. (Technically you guys paid for all of it, but you pay for everything. So that’s not news.) Specifically, I got Myself a bunch of new makeup brushes that were on an epic, crazy sale, (below) and a bunch of new bras (above,) and some other makeup spoils I’ll photograph upon arrival. I love being spoiled. And allowing your wife to suck your stupid prick on Valentine’s Day is no reason to stop any of that.
But that brings Me to the part about “Real Love Online?” Oddly, I always find Myself feeling…
Feb 09
Feb 03
I meet a lot of men that want to meet a Real Domme, like Me. Sadly, a significant portion of those men are not at all prepared to actually … you know … meet a Real Domme. At this point, all of you are well aware of the fact that I obviously run the fucking show and either you do what I tell you to do or you get thrown to the welfare queen dommes and Appalachian barbie princesses of the world. And you know I don’t give two shits about it one way or another because I’m well-served by many men with whom I share very strong, important, and real connections. I am not authoring this post to rehash the numerous I-Don’t-Tolerate-Topping-From-The-Bottom scripted rants out there. (For the record, I always believe that there is a give and take in any relationship. Even the most cursory reading of Foucault will teach you that power is fluid. Domination and power exchange relationships do not happen in a vacuum … at least not ones with any depth or authenticity.) But I digress …
Feb 03
I had a really spectacular weekend. Had a lovely, quiet dinner with My gays on Saturday. Afterwards, we sat around roasting marshmallows, laughing at you idiots, and talking about the idiocy that is submissive, slut losers. And then, because I get what I want, I came home and blew $180 on a Sephora shopping spree. You can see the previews of My spoils below …
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