Nasty Info

Hello Fellow Deviants and Perverts
How Does one know they are a sexual deviant? Different from the norm? For me. It was all the years of volunteering. I have been everything from a hospital volunteer aka candy striper to a barnyard rescuer. But my favorite one. The one that stirred the dark thirst in me the most ~ the blood drives at the medical clinic. Nothing prepares you for that metallic smell so heavy in the air. That’s when my cravings for all things perverse truly ignited. Odd visions of sexual torture filled my head. My own as well as others. Something about being surrounded by all those medical devices: needles, rubber gloves and tubing. Those things can get to a girl affect your psyche. Your very soul. I know its sick. Its twisted. Demented even. But I know that I am not the only one with those thoughts. My name is Devon and I will be your Courtesan of Sin.
Your Courtesan has a voracious carnal craving and wont turn down any sexual opportunity. That’s right! So big in fact I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Don’t go thinking your cohort is all monogamous far from it. I dont believe in putting restrictions on sexual needs. I become disinterested easily. I need the thrill, the exhilaration of a wild experience. I yearn for the intensity of knowing what I am doing is so wrong for that is what makes it truly feel so right. I never make any apologies when the pursuit of sexual gratification is involved. Limits? Boundaries? Restrictions? Sorry wont find those in my vocabulary. So that leaves us with what am I exactly. Or better yet what will I be to you? Courtesan of Freak. Confidant of Vile. Conspirator of Twisted. Yes that sounds like a good start. Where we go from there? All depends on you. I can go from freaky deviant to hard core nasty in 6 seconds? How long will it take you? Now we hit the part where I tell you what I won’t do. Well lets put it this way its a very short list. VANILLA. The only white I like to see is the mind altering white powder line on my patent leather thigh high boots.
Picture me clad in leather ready to play with candle wax and needles. Or on my knee with a dog collar wrapped around my neck kneeling before a toilet of filth. The accomplice to your sick fantasies of sexual torture. Perhaps I am the girl you envision laying on the sacrificial alter filling the religious goblet. Party callers for you know what it means to release the inner beast.
Weaknesses ~ Neck bites, Candle wax, Bloodletting
Detests ~ Vanilla, Near dead batteries, Dull Razors.