Little lambs

It’s so much more interesting to overwhelm and overcome a boy when they are unaware of it. The thrill of the hunt is in My blood.

Whereas all of you reading are well aware of what you are getting yourselves in to…boys out on the street have no idea. I find it exciting to play the wolf in sheep’s clothing, walking amongst the unknowing herd, eyeing the choicest cuts for slaughter. All they see is a cute blonde thing. Mmmmnnn….the kills I’m making.

I intend to continue traveling this summer. West Coast, East Coast….perhaps an overseas jaunt in the fall.

Who knows……you just might find yourself on My butcher block.

It’s summertime…

Did I mention I was busy enjoying it, while you sit in front of a machine wishing you had some semblance of a life?

Anyway, this is a tiny crumb for all My stalkers out there. I’d write a huge long post about boys and moula and midnight rendezvous’, but you’ve been denied your free jerk off material today. Boohoo.