Escort Diaries; Sunday Service


It’s no mystery that I find the subject of blasphemy to be erotic. Not just for the fact that it’s taboo, but because it’s filthy. There is a part of me that knows just writing it will send me to hell, but I don’t fear that anymore. In fact, I’ve been told all the best people will be waiting for me. I guess I embrace my darkness more than I should. Continue reading Escort Diaries; Sunday Service

Escort Diaries: If the shoe fits


I am not one to sugar coat anything. I am a whore, and damn proud of it. I love the fact that I get Men off and my bank account prospers from that. So when I got a call this week from the office telling me that my favorite client had requested me, I was a little surprised. I have no favorites, though my Red Shoe lover is someone I do enjoy spending time with. His foot fetish has completely grown on me.

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