Bodyworship and the Spank Mistress

Bodyworship, throne sitting, ass and leg adoration. I knew men appreciated women’s bodies, I’m not stupid. They lust after them, and for centuries the real test of an artist has been his ability to portray the nude woman. So it shouldn’t surprise me that there are men for whom the female form is a thing of real worship. I like to think that my sparkling wit and crackling sharp intelligence draws my calls to me, but I know lots of them, at first anyway, are just warm for my form:) I recently posted some newer photos and the compliments have poured in, enough to make me blush! My perfect ass, my long legs, my perky tits, even my feet in those silvery spike heels, every man has his favourite part. Little did I know that some men love those parts so much, they spend all their time thinking about them. Dreaming of them, jerking off and wanking and stroking for hours, wishing that they could be kissing my creamy cheeks. Nose buried between them, lips pressed against me in abject worship. Pathetic little sluts, but very amusing. And the boys that beg to be my throne, to have me straddling their faces, making my pussy their entire world. Dark and moist and tantalizing, my female scent part of every ragged breath they take. Does phone sex get much more real? Not from the way the men I smother moan and beg me never to stop.  Need I even mention the shoes? My feet? Perfect polished toesies, just waiting for the homage of a man’s mouth, demanding a good tongue cleaning!!

Silly? Sometimes. Fun? Always. If a man is going to get fascinated with anything to the point of distraction and despair, better it be me and my body than some stupid video game. After all, it might be my body that lures him in, but it’s going to be the sharp intelligence and sparkling wit that keeps him. Or, maybe it’s just the laugh, because men are funny. And I always assure them that I’m laughing at them, not with them:)

Hugs,

Miss Tara