To the generous.. My courtizan blood calls.. I can assure you, dear reader, that what I am offering has no name, no label, no deep rooted need for acceptance into the masses... Chaos can be a beautiful thing, even when orderly. The knowledge one learns, the quiet pride one takes in the fact that they KNOW that no one can please better than they, no one deserves to be their Ladys side more than they do.. no one can be as loyal to the cause nor be quite so beautiful carrying it out. Beauty, like life, has many varying forms. It can posess you're entire existance in but a glance...forever. It can make the strongest kneel and the weakest crumble. It can be a tyrant knowing no boundaries one moment and the next a spoiled princess who's crinkled frown makes you smile. The eyes burning with a flame nothing you've ever seen compares to, the heart a constant yearning of sadistic pleasure and childish delight. And in one sideways glance make you realize theres no other place you were ever meant to be. No one who can ever make your breath catch and your mind think nothing other than what you can do for them.
Theres nothing like the sound of a cracking whip, nothing like the feeling of fluttering in your stomach of anticipation. Nothing like the feeling of having just the very tip of an iceburg enter a burning inferno... only to leave you with the absolute primal WANT to take it further into your being and have it posess you completely in some wanton wrape of the senses. Ahhh but enough about me....

Care to try to deserve to join my world??

Make your move...