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 Hello fetlifers - welcome.

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Thank you for you service.

Goddesses of lust need worshipping.

Would you agree?

There is a sacred power in embracing one's own desires. 

So what if I want to have my ass up in the air, while I'm on all fours, exposing my most precious secrets?

In a world where sensuality is often viewed through a narrow, judgmental lens, it’s important to remember that sexual energy is not only natural but transformative. 

The concept of the "goddess" isn't bound by outdated archetypes; rather, it is a celebration of empowerment and the willingness to connect with one’s own inner force.

Sexuality, in its purest form, is an expression of vitality and strength. It is not merely a physical act, but a reflection of one's inner world—a world filled with passion, creativity, and connection. When we honor and worship our desires, we allow ourselves to fully experience the depth of pleasure, intimacy, and connection that life has to offer. 

It's as natural as breathing air.

The orgasmic release brings forth so much pleasure, why should we deny ourselves?

This sacred acknowledgment of lust is not about objectification or superficiality; it's about reverence for the energy that courses through us all, reminding us of our very essence.

Goddesses of lust, in this sense, are not separate from us—they are within us. 

They call upon us to embrace our sensuality unapologetically and honor it as a vital part of who we are. 

Through this erotic worship, we don’t seek validation from others, but rather a deeper understanding and celebration of our own authenticity.

In recognizing our desires, we don’t diminish our power; we amplify it. 

We celebrate ourselves as whole beings—complex, passionate, and deserving of pleasure in every form. 

So, let us bow to our own desires, give reverence to our bodies, and embrace the divine energy that lies within us all.

It's been quite the year, my darlings.

I am returning from my erotic exile.  

I am back, once again & forever more. 

Back on my native shores. Back on this ancestral island.  Back, politics be damned, in La Belle Province. 

After over a decade in the three-leafed nation, I come back to my fleur-de-lys. 

Gloriously.

I will now once more let loose, literally speaking. I will let my passions unfurl on the screen.  Your eyes are starting to dart back and forth on the screen a bit in ecstatic anticipation, don't they?

Is it true? They doubt it.  I've let them down before. 

But like a cat, I always fall back on all fours.

Is it true? Will she let you gaze into her little depraved mind once more? 

Will I feast my eyes upon her tarty, sweet adventures in lust soon?  

Oh, what a tease.

But the blood rushed, didn't it, hot and warm through your body as you read that paragraph up there.  The words, like burning embers in the coal of the groin.  A primal twitch.  

Reminded you of sex.

And the way it's started to warm you up. Makes you a bit flush. A smidgen feverish, to a degree. From the inside.

Now you are absolutely focused on sex.  The anticipation of it.  The lecherous focus. 

I love when his cock enters me.

Sex is a wild abandonment. 

A paradise. Hel. Valhalla: only for those who died in battle. 

And I feel like a buxom Valkyrie, bringing us closer to G-d, as we whisper his name in a total climax, unison and abandon in each other and the universe.

Flirting always leads to sex. 

But I repeat - did you miss me?

Is this thing on?

 It's been so long... missed me?

How to get away with major horniness

I'm watching "How to get away with murder". Watching? More like completely obsessed with it.  But there is a scene that got my flow going.

I have a mild crush on Frank. He's so... mysterious, handsome and beardy. And he's sleeping with one of the law student of his employer.

Anyway, the scene in question that got my juices flowing was something like this... he pins her against the wall and implies she came over for fast hard toe-curling sex those prep-school boys never gave her.

She dismissed him by laughing and claiming he thought too highly of himself.  He replied that he was just reading her body response to his presence: the goosebumps on her neck and how fast her heart beat was.

He then said something incredibly sexy, about how she only wanted him to kiss her, deep, slowly, having his tongue move down her neck, her chest, stomach until he was under the skirt she was wearing, then slide his fingers into her panties...

Blood rushed to my cheeks and to my genitals, responding to that scene just like the student, Laurel, was.

Damn that was hot...