My Slutty Princess: The slut in her

About this blog

When I first met her, I thought she was a princess -- naive, pure, prudish. I wasn't completely wrong, except for the "naive, pure, prudish" part. She behaves like a princess, she expects to be treated like a princess and she has the grace and the class of a princess. Labeling her as "just a princess", however, is far from being truthful to her true nature.

When I first had her, I thought she was a slut -- passionate, unashamed, insatiable. I wasn't completely wrong, even though vulgarity is not in her ways -- not even when she is in her most whorish mood. She knows exactly how to use her body, mind and instincts in order to turn any room into a fireplace. And she does not know how not to do so.

Keeping such a treasure away from the eyes of others would be an unspeakable crime. This blog is a collection of glimpses on the delicious volatility that mesmerizes my senses every day -- and every night. This is her space. This is my tribute to her -- my princess, my slut.

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