The Tease
With all the fucking teasing I’ve had to go through this month with girls driving me out of my freaking mind… you all KNEW I would make this recording!!! And I know this is gonna be a best seller. I have masturbated to this recording for 5 days straight (hehe this recording has been done for a while now, I just wanted it all to myself). But I’m releasing it now. Goddamn. And deidre, you are responsible for the image of the skirt. I miss looking at your ass. I miss you and I need you. And I want to fucking spank your ass for teasing the hell out of me too. But alas, since you’re not here, I gotta tease my boys instead. hehe but this will be fun.
So boys, this mp3 is for you. You all will love it I promise.
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
About the Author: Isabella Valentine, certified clinical hypnotherapist and certified NLP practitioner specializing in erotic hypnosis, specifically feminization, sissification, pantyboys, mind control, and femdom brainwashing.
duke_konahuanui | Mar 4, 2007 | Reply
Oh Kay . . . . . . I am back from the bar where all the bartenders are cute girls and they tell me every fucking thing about their fucked up drug-addled lives and I just sit there like a fool and listen, and ache for their dumb-assed, white-trash lives.
Tell me,darling, why do I care? Stop! I know I’m not going to get laid. That is SO beyond what I am talking about here.
WHY DO I LOVE GIRLS SOOOO MUCH!!!
And weep for their bruised hearts. Why do I fall asleep to your voice. Dreaming up new ways to intoxicate you. Fucking dreaming that I am the 0.000001% of my stoooooopid gender who will find the G-spot in your soul????
Ahh shit . . . it’s too late. I’m drunk.
Bella, I love you. I miss you. I wish I could caress you to sleep.
- - - Duke
isabellaval | Mar 4, 2007 | Reply
lol every time I talk to you, you’re getting back from the bar. Either you’re the town drunk and I *really* feel sorry for you… or it’s just a coincidence. Either way… keep dreaming. haha
duke_konahuanui | Mar 4, 2007 | Reply
I was pretty gone last night, eh?
It’s always the same bar, right down the street. Nice, clean Italian gin-joint. Great food. Everyone knows my name. I have my own barstool at the end. The girls behind the bar love me because i’m funny and sweet and I listen to their tales of woe.
I’d love to take you there on a Sunday afternoon and we could just sit and talk about nothing important. I’d love to hear you laugh.
silent_temp | Mar 4, 2007 | Reply
FUCK! is all i can say
*runs off to do it again*
isabellaval | Mar 4, 2007 | Reply
lmao… I am so fucking bad.