A WEREWOLF IS YOUR ONLY COMPETITION
Greetings from the air, my dark-hearted devotees.
I'm en route to Los Angeles, where I'll be indulging in some of my favorite macabre haunts- the Museum of Death, Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and perhaps a visit to Lemmy's grave in-between a slew of creative dates. I may be obsessed with the gothic but I know you also savor the thrill of the dark & the forbidden.
October's adventures were anything but innocent. From my Sister Ramona and Nurse Ryder role plays to delightfully sinful acts involving a crucifix dildo & butt plug rosary, the wickedness was palpable. And outside the boudoir? My horror pilgrimage took me to the Amityville Horror house, an experience soaked in true life terror & years of obsession and research on my end.
Halloween night, I slipped into a surprisingly mainstream Playboy bunny costume for my friend's gallery opening and let's face it- you'd have made a dashing Hef by my side. I wore my highest Louboutins and hopped over to the gallery. I ran into so many sex work, art, and music friends that night and had a total blast. I'm really happy living in NYC! My Gramercy Park incall may be no more, but my new life is its own haven of indulgence, complete with a walk-in closet and feline guardian. For now, let's savor our debauchery in handpicked hotels, bathed in the perfect lighting and soundtrack that only I could create for us. It's not where we meet but when we meet!
I am usually in NYC- you'll have to cum to Mistress.
