August 29, 2010

Pics and opinion piece

“To gaze at these images without the opportunity to place a kiss worshipfully upon the instep of your foot is unbearable torment.”

well that pretty much sums it up, doesn’t it? Click and you can get yours – you need to be a niteflirt member to get them but, duh, you already are.

I’ve been invited by bruce over at womenrule to do a biweekly opinion piece. This week it’s my own personal take on forced-bi and reconciling a pussy phobic little wanker’s perspective to my militant queer AWESOME without going insane. DO drop by and comment.

August 23, 2010

Well done, monkeys

Well done monkeys. This weekend of heavy leisure was brought to me by strokers like you. I LOVE the northwoods and I can’t get up there enough, if you know what’s good for you I’ll be going again this season, before the orange vests overtake the world up there and I have to duck drunken deer hunters – that means OCTOBER. I want 1K in spooger drunk dials, greendot codes, and cash beautiful cash.

Wait, cash?

Yes.  Cash wrapped in stupid love letters may now be MAILED to:

Studio Stern LLC
PO Box 940
Germantown, MD 20875

Why? I have a LIFE unlike a lot of internet bitches who have time to scurry to the post office and back like your well trained hamster – IE: I have people who do this shit FOR me. Why not give my mail forwarding bitch a reason to continue to breathe? You can save a lowly idiot by mailing things, today.

August 8, 2010

SHOP till you PLOTZ

now you can.

God, I’m amazing.

MY AMAZON WISHLIST.

August 6, 2010

NEW clip – Shoe Dangling Succubus

Upscale and literate leg show for the thinking man – this clip is underlined with my own voice reading a passage from Balzac – but don’t think the visuals are at all icy! Shoe fetish, leg fetish, stockings, and shoe dangling for those with this specific but not too uncommon fetish.

My NEWEST clip - irresistible shoe dangling and leg fetish

Don’t miss this amazing clip – in it I read a passage from Balzac about the alluring Succubus – and the viewer is captured by upskirts, the lure of a dangling shoe, the sensuality of my stockings. Leg fetishists rejoice – and buy buy buy!

http://www.clips4sale.com/store/33304

June 22, 2010

Divine Trance – a NEW release

I’m embarking on a roundup of my incredibly gorgeous media so that even a total assmonkey like you can manage the repetitive click-and-pay your life requires. My clips and pics are so incredibly, massively addictive that they haunt some of you night and day – and really alter behavior, thought, and desires over repeated listening. To see all of them, click the “temple media” category of the blog  or the menu up top.

Of course, nothing is as fantastic as calling me on talksugar or niteflirt (do it, do it) but if you can’t bring yourself to do it because you know you’re boring and dumb – or your little woman is hovering around (ugh) or because you’re just too dumbassed and cheap and you KNOW you’ll never recover from the financial fuck of listening to me for hours – clips are the next best thing.

ALTAR/EGO – HYPNOTIC WORSHIP mp3

That’s not a typo, dipshit – this intensely addictive clip forces you to stare at my image, my pages, my galleries DAILY – making an ALTAR of your little cumstained computer station – dedicating your feeble little sheep brain completely toward ME – your focus on ME – your worship of ME. So seductive and sweet-sounding this completely toxic ear candy will be a hard fucking for you. As if that’s not bad enough, when you buy ALTAR/EGO you get a FREE worship photo – exclusive to this hypnotic mindfuck deal.

Puppets are already giving in right and left – so just join the corps and succumb already.

October 20, 2009

From the Archives – a classic post of mine – What She Wants

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. I want to break 10,000 men…with my voice.

I want a corporation. I want a golden parachute. I want guilty, furtive, condemned and conflicted men of influence to come to me, whip carried in mouth.

I don’t want Marlon Brando in his heyday. I don’t want Clark Gable. I want an army. I want 65 clones of Vin Diesel down on bended knee in the hot sands of the thunderfucking drome all pointed in the same direction, all waiting for my command, all readied at my behest.

I want a six foot teddy bear with a massive erection, that I can just climb on and suck my thumb. I want to bury my face in his soft pink fur, and never ever worry a bit.

I want a real man who isn’t afraid to cry. I want a hopelessly horny, emasculated little pissant who isn’t afraid to beg. I want a man afraid of his masculinity. I want a man bound to his masculinity. I want a man who reviles his masculinity. I want a man who doesn’t know which of the three he is.

I want to hurt, humble, amuse myself, take no prisoners, leave no survivors, and I want it now. I want to want. I want to give myself a framed license that states “This document entitles Mira Stern to practise whatever the hell she pleases.”

I want to fuck you. No, I said that I wanted to fuck you. Get humble and get passive, bitch.

And what, what entitles me to such wonders? Why would I, just lil me, dare to dream and dare to demand? No credentials. No special reason. A decision to deserve. Starting now. A conscious choice, to reapply my lipstick, quit sobbing in my beer and be a grownup. Why most women never reach this conclusion is beyond my comprehension. Why most women never decide to deserve is the thing I will never understand.

Keep your bad boy, till he becomes an asshole and you have to kick him out.

Cry, buy beer, and repeat.

I’ll keep the good ones, the ones who bore you.

I will never get bored while having my way.