Sinful Sunday!

Good afternoon, my lovelies!

I was just sitting back, perusing the web, and then I remembered something. I was going to start posting around here more regularly.

Because I’ve heard you, my darlings. You miss me. I know you do. And I know I’ve been horrendously busy with so many things, but I haven’t forgotten you all. *smiles*

So how’s this for an inaugural welcome back post:

Small Penis Seeks Humiliation

I had the most pathetically hilarious little dicked loser call me this past week. He knows who he is. And he knows I’ve got his number. *winks* I spent time raking him over the coals, and you know what? I didn’t feel the least bit bad about it.

Because when you don’t have what it takes to please me, then you’re really only worth of one thing, aren’t you?

He knows. Don’t you, “MPW”?

*laughs* If you can believe it, he actually begged me to blog about him. He wanted to see me calling him out for the insufficient, insignificant, baby-carrot-peen’d lowlife that he is.

Why Use Initials, Miss Bella?

I told him I’d keep his name confidential, and that’s the “M” part of the initials. But I didn’t say I’d keep the rest of it quiet: PW = Panty Whore.

He likes to slink around in his wife’s panties and imagine what life would be like if he turned himself over to me. And you know what? With his penchant for panties and insatiable need for humiliation because he doesn’t have what it takes to properly satisfy a woman, I figured he’d be best served serving me on his knees…in the frilliest panties I could find…with his mouth paying a little lip service of it’s own.

On my boyfriend.

*laughs*

Needless to say, I think the idea was almost too much for him to stand! I sent him scurrying away to clean up his little mess. *wink*

Stay tuned, darlings. I have many more stories for you…and an audio or two on the way.