Chronic Ruination

Loves: I’m a little boy crazy. I love boys who don’t know what to do with themselves. boys like former NY gov. spitzer, larry craig, kwame kilpatrick, boys like you. Sweet, undersexed, underappreciated boys whose lives are half over are the best! Best at what? Well, not necessarily at controlling themselves or anything at all really. That’s where I come in…

Loves not so much: Absolutes, Alabama, muffin tops on girls who can do better, scottish accents, whiners, whiners with scottish accents, people with Pocahontas/Sacajawea/ fantasies, people who don’t know what they want out of life, but do things half-assed anyway.

Rule #1:

Don’t call me Ma’am!!!!

I’m sure you call everyone you jerk off for Ma’am but it just sounds stupid to me. I’m from the South but I was never brought up to say yes, ma’am/no ma’am or yes, sir/no, sir to anyone, for any reason…ever. Ma’am reminds me of the mothers of my classmates as a kid. They all smelled like a combination of Clinique Happy, and/or stale cigarettes, plus about a gallon of hairspray. .

Mistress makes me cringe too. It’s partially because I hate labels, moreso because an image of backfat spilling over a corset is what I think of and I can’t shake it. No, but seriously, it’s too generic and usually leads to a generic experience. Some people have an image of a man-hating, yelling, cursing, spitting, woman with bad hair and pvc boots. As I mentioned above I LOVE boys, have great hair(thanks Ojon!!) and love all things leather and fur(sorry PETA).

I’m not the Girl you see on femdom and fetish movies and I don’t want to be. Don’t ask me what my “style” is. I’m just ME. you’re just u. We have fun my way. Everyone’s happy! No gay Renaissance fair type interactions please!!! Not interested!!!

So what do I want to be called?

Ummmm…how about Kara? Just remember to relax your anglicized tongue. I’m not really into titles, labels or things like that. I know my attitude/voice screams Princess but I’m still way beyond that.

No, Kara is not the name I go by everyday, you already know that I’m sure. You also already know the reason why you will only ever see neck down shots of me.

Barack is going to get tired of Michelle not sticking to the cue cards one of these days and I may want to be his second wife one day. So you’ll only ever see neck down pics.

Honestly, I just love my privacy more than I love the idea of one of you coming up to me and my friends one day to give me the keys to your CB3000 and your Jamaican timeshare. Although I’d probably just call the police….and take both sets of keys while they stomped your ass out on the floor :).

I’d rather just take grainy pics in my spare bedroom for you to drool over. I want you to wonder if I’m your twenty year old son’s new girlfriend. The same girl who just sent you on a “midnight run” last weekend while she was talking to you about some twink going down on her that you’d sell your fat, frigid, lazy wife into a Nicaraguean sex slave ring to suck off. Or maybe I’m that new young, tall, exotic-looking receptionist who’s going to fill in during the afternoons a few days out of the week for your full time girl who’s taking a summer class.

The “maybe’s” add so much more to the harsh realities that you have/will have to deal with.

What I like….

It’s about time you became a big boy and did all the things that you’ve always wanted to but thought you couldn’t. I specialize in more, excess, and basically everything you think that you can’t do all by yourself.

How do I like to play? I guess I could list about 30 Google-worthy keywords here but things change, I change, you’ll change.

The things and people I like today are probably not the same ones I’ll want around me tomorrow. That’s life babes. I live.

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