Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart!

Yes, I am writing this post on my way to Las Vegas to meet a relative stranger. He will use me in any way he sees fit. He will fuck me anytime he wants, wherever he pleases, and in any manner of his choosing. If he wants to slap me or beat me, he will. I will take his abuse. I will beg for it. If he requests a blowjob in public, I will drop to my knees and suckle him, lest I suffer his punishment later. I am at his beck and call. I will eat whatever vegan meals he tells me to eat and I will cook his vegan meals. (That’s not a wise call on his part, but he’ll find out quickly that cooking is not one of my talents. I mean, I can cook Greek food like a boss, but it is nowhere close to vegan.) I will shut off my brain for 2 days and do as I am told. Do understand that I have consented to all of this. My only out is my #safeword and I do not/will not use it lightly.

Yes, I am excited about this adventure.

“Why in the fuck are you doing this?” (Because I am horny and I need more than just regular sex.) “Are you crazy?” (Yes. Yes, I am. Have you met me?) “I thought you were Dominant!” (Oh, I am, but a few select males are able to quiet that part of me on occasion and bring out my nastiest, submissive slut for their carnal needs – and mine.) “He’s going to kill you!” (Perhaps, but I remain hopeful that he won’t kill me and that I’ll be able to update y’all about my crazy, fun weekend in Vegas.)

If you have been reading my blog, you should know that PG is my number one sexual partner. He is the best lover I have ever had in my entire life. Ever. Ever! No one comes close to him – believe me…over many years of ho-ing, I know. #ahoknows PG knows what I need even more than I seem to. From the very first moment we met, I knew what he was to me before he was anything to me. I can’t say that it makes sense, but I just go with it. The universe brought us together, apparently knowing that we’d be, uh…sexually compatible.

“So…if PG is so wonderful, then why are you going out of state to engage in questionable and risky behavior with a stranger?” Ah. I’m so glad you asked. My time with PG is limited and it will only get more limited the closer he gets to Orangina. #itiswhatitis #assholesandcunts #clams4life What I’d love more than anything is for PG to be able to give me two days of uninterrupted sexual #perversion and #bliss and to be able to delve deeper into (1) my submission to him and (2) his submission to me. Unfortunately, this cannot happen. Because I cannot get this from my Plane Guy, when the opportunity to get it from a professional Dominant presented itself, I admit to being intrigued.

No, I do not think that I’ll “turn submissive” or that Master (not Miggs, CP, you whore!) will fuck me better than PG; however, I still want to experience this with him. Did I mention that Master has a fat cock? Your size queen slut is waiting to see just how massive it really is…and whether it can perform up to my standards. PG and I have an inexplicable connection and we have from the first second we saw one another. Frankly, I’d give up my trip to #Vegas in a hot second if PG could offer me what Master is offering me. He, himself, cannot…and so here I am in Vegas at the Centurion Lounge finishing up this post while suckling a mimosa (or two) before I go to baggage claim and call my Uber. *sigh*

Here’s hoping that I don’t end up a story on Forensic Files, but if I do, please someone make sure that they use the most flattering pictures of me. Oh, and please have Robert Clotworthy (my number one voice crush evah – Yes, I have a voice crush. Don’t you judge me.) narrate my episode. #kthxbye

Okay, I’m signing off for now…Wish me luck! In the eternal words of Marge Gunderson in the movie Fargo, I think I’m gonna barf.

…and always remember: Ho is life, y’all!

Sluttily yours,
#notesfromaslut #honeytoes #hoislife

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