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November 18, 2009 |
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Contrary to the way it may seem, I am not actually a sociopath at all. I’ll probably write more about that later, but for now leave that thought out there.
I’ve been getting very excited about hypnosis for the last few years, as some of you well know. It’s become enough of an interest that I feel the need to split some of my less black and scaly personality into its own more mellow presentation – I mean we all know that YOU are a worthless little assface, but some of the guys reading this may actually not be, so for them, I offer:
www.femdomerotichypnosis.com
This might be a...
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November 11, 2009 |
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So I keep getting sick with the look of my site and I’ve overhauled the main free section yet again, because I’m neurotic like that. What do you think? Like the royal purple? I do. Take a look.
Speaking of new visuals, omg, this photo set is SO pretty – it’s a STEAL if you join TALKSUGAR and get it. Really. I can’t believe I’m letting you little piglets feast so cheaply. The dress was a present from this utterly pathetic Euro loser. I’ve already got more MODCLOTH money from another hypnodrone.
If you want to buy it, you have to be on TALKSUGAR. Really. There...
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November 2, 2009 |
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OMFG this is so fucking hot and scary and beautiful and awesome.
I kind of like Pam Anderson, BTW, for some reason I can’t figure out and don’t really want to examine too closely. Watch the clip.
props to Angela St. Lawrence for tweeting this...
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October 29, 2009 |
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Austin – piggy dude. I’m not trying to call you out. It was a nice gift, if a bit, SMALL, but then again, gifts are like cocks aren’t they? Usually not quite as big as I require.
However if you are trying to initiate financial slavery, I need a way to contact you, amazon does not send me your email.
Phone or email home, little loser. I know you were very VERY excited when you sent...
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October 29, 2009 |
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OK, I don’t want to be thought to be turning this into a splog. I really don’t. Yes, I also webmaster, which means my inbox is full of free sample porn all the time. A lot of it kind of crappy, some of it OK enough that I get a bug up my ass to promote it, and every once in a while, it’s fucking HOT.
Trannypack has figured out a lot of what’s missing from tranny porn. Um, like the hotness. The hotness of the boys sucking the girls off, the hotness of the girls in the first place, lighting, and shit, they even have a tranny latex site that looks better than a lot of the glamour...
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October 27, 2009 |
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Now how often do I do a pin-up style tease vid? Lots of foot worship, leg woship, floor POV and a forced shoe-sniffing POV. No dialogue, just eye candy. Purr.
I recently bought this divinely satiny ensemble with new stockings from the ever wonderful secrets in lace – thanks to silentpiggie, I think I’ll call him, who went on this huge binge with my media and a lingerie tribute button.
You can get a quick peek at this set in action, and you can get the clip when you click on it – further addicting you and leading you into the obsession to buy lingerie and stockings for me.
You already...
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October 27, 2009 |
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Danish loser inspired me with his obediently sent MODCLOTH GC. We’ll see if modcloth has their heads up their butts like zappos did or if this will work well. If it does I’ll be making EVERYONE get modcloth GC’s until I feel outfitted enough.
My size is changing for the much smaller again, and so I’ll be needing things not to slide off my ass.
More MODCLOTH want items, each item is linked to its info – yum!
I’m utterly in love with the betsey johnson dress and the red gloves- totally not warm enough but it’s too early in the year to give a shit.
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October 26, 2009 |
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So I was going to do a nice fluff post about my salon day some loser paid for la la la whatever, and then I read — this.
http://carnalnation.com/content/36439/10/archbishop-suicide-bombers-are-better-married-gays
It makes me feel much more secure about what I do and who I am, actually. Rather than having the “OMG, how can you do such frivolous things with money in a world like this” I see it this way. With your weak, fucked up, twisted little religio-tainted sexuality, I am taking money out of circulation from these Nazi-abetting twatbags.
Don’t give me “oh but Mother...
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October 23, 2009 |
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Trance Captive is a very popular Hypnotic MP3. A lot of copies have flown into the hands of little trance junkies seeking an escape from the charade of pretending to be real men, capable and independent – everything you are just SO NOT CUT OUT FOR. If you are a case of sexual fail, the best possible outcome for you is to become completely and totally enslaved to me, ready to cater to my every Dominant whim, dying to be useful and hanging on my every word. This mp3 will deepen your addiction, deepen your submissive feelings to me, and create a potent and erotic sense of being completely...
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October 20, 2009 |
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What She Wants
I don’t want a bad boy to treat me wrong and assert his individuality all over my carpet. I want a tractable, studious wimp. I want a shiny 250 pound robot and I want the remote. I want my own personal Jesus to nail up over my bed. I want a disciple to wash my feet. I want an unearthly girly man to be my lesbian twin. I want a sugardaddy to wipe my feet on, snuggle up to and manipulate like ABC gum. I want a supplicant. I want a guard dog. I want a pale and wan intellectual, begging me to make him do research and write paens to my beauty. I want to launch 10,000 ships…with my mind....