Not long ago, I wrote a blog encouraging you to be a sissy slut on a bigger scale, to step out of your privacy, record a sexy vid and then upload it so I could see it. Well, I just got halfway there with one of you, and I’m not even mad at the ‘halfway’ part. No vid to upload, but all entertainment and I loved it.

My Slut Is The Devil And Again, Not Mad At It

The Devil wore a bra and panties and was clean cut. He could sell you insurance. He could steal your car keys and skip town. That face and smile….so naughty, and dare I say ….hot? I rarely say that in this setting. It’s equally rare for me to think that in this setting, and that’s not a knock on anyone. I’m just not turned on by feminine men. I’m fascinated by them, gravitate toward them in social groups, relate to them probably more than I should, talk with them and I keep their secrets. But I don’t make them sex partners. I just don’t.

This man in his bra and panties was an enigma, the perfect mix of ‘Is he or isn’t he?’ He was masculine to look at but feminine when he danced, and he didn’t make me want to have sex with him. He made me want to sit around in lingerie, drink wine and dance. Then maybe we’d go out and I’d flirt with him but later fuck someone else in front of him.

The Devil wore a wedding ring and played with his butt and on the cusp of my anniversary month, I’m reminded once again why I work here and do what I do. I do this to be entertained and sparked, to be turned on, inspired and completely surprised by the whole damn thing.