I am, as they say in Bambi, all “twitterpated.” Is it just me, or is there an unusual amount of hot studs out there these days? I think it’s the spring weather. Men are out in droves with their shirts off, incredibly tan and buff, and my poor nipples are plum tired from standing at attention so much! You’d think the heat would help, but the heat is nothing compared to hot masculine, midwestern men.
I’m such a bad girl, though–for some reason, every time I see an incredibly masculine man, all I can think about is whether or not I would be successful in forcing bisexuality on him. Sometimes my fantasies even go so far as dressing those men in panties. Just how far can I take them out of their comfort zones? Of course the other thing I think about is pinning them down and fucking them like the dominant woman I am. A little strap-on training would give me the best of both worlds…
Do you see what I mean? My mind is racing! So many men, so many options, and I can barely contain myself! One thing is for certain, until I figure out just exactly what to do with a man, I make sure to lure him in and trap him first. I flirt, I tease, I taunt, I dangle that carrot. He sees a woman like me, I show him some indication that I’m interested, and pretty soon he’s willing to do anything to worship my body. And I get to have a very good time mercilessly cockteasing until we find out what “anything” means.
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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