I mean, I can blog about details about the men I fuck over, the gifts I get…and I do..but it seems a little vapid of those that make it the center of their writing.
I’ve always been more introspective. More interested in the psychology of the moment….when that wallet transfers ownership.
The moment when financial enslavement is a given.

I am very seductive, its accounts for a great deal of my success. But I have a mean side. And what’s even more deadly, I make you crave the pain…make you need to be spat upon, trampled, insulted, made to feel like a fucking total failure.
And make Me smile.

Whatever your shortcoming, you know if I learn about it, I’ll abuse you for my amusement.
Mean.
Yep that’s me.

Mean…yet somehow sweet. Just long enough so that I can slap you back down to the pavement in anyway I can.

Some I allow closer. You are probably fucking not one of them. Losers get close enough for victimization.
Want to serve Me?
Give Me your fucking wallet.