By Finley, on March 30th, 2019 hello my little jerk off boy’s,
Today will be my last day on location, So come send me off with a bang and get your last dose of Finley’s Fun
By Finley, on February 13th, 2019 You know what I find almost more arousing than physical foreplay? Mental banter, the way one witty response sparks another. The feeling of trying to predict your partners next move. Its like chess but it excites some of the deepest parts of me. You know what the say “wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” So how long is your wit? ;) Why don’t you email me and tell me all about it? (and yes that is a dick joke. hahaha.)
By Finley, on February 12th, 2019 Every morning I went to the same coffee shop before work and every morning the same barista made my coffee, Everyday I would harmlessly flirt with him. I was pretty sure he had a girlfriend but I wasn’t about to ask. I arrived at the coffee shop at 7:24am like always. pulled up to the drive through window, and Like every morning Greyson took my order, and like every morning I flirted my ass off. The banter flowed easily, Him giving me shit about how specific my order was. My response was that he should be talking shit to the one who introduced me to it. This made him laugh because it was him, He introduced me to my complicated mocha on my first trip to his stand. He handed my cup to me through the window and told me to have a great day.
What I didn’t notice until I arrived at work was that in addition to my name written on the cup was a winky face, and his phone number. I smirked as I typed in his number before starting a text that read ” I would like to submit a complaint about my drink this morning.” I didn’t wait for his response before sending another. “It was damn perfect.” I put my phone down and started sorting my work email. It dinged less than a minute later. his text read, “OH no how ever will I make it up to you? dinner on me tonight at that taco place you recommended?” My response was “see you at 6:30pm” little did he know he was in store for way more than dinner.
By Finley, on February 10th, 2019 It was getting late, and I was on my… shit was this my 5th or 6th john daily? I shrugged to myself did it really matter? No. I took a big sip before placing the drink on our table and grabbing my pool cue. I started absentmindedly stroking it up and down, waiting for my turn. Then I felt his eyes on me. Pulling me out of my zoned out haze. I realized then what had caught his attention. Most would have stopped. But I was feeling a bit… risque. I smirked and started to stroke it more intentionally as I lined up my shot. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I stroked my hand down from the tip tell my hand found a comfortable place to grip. Then my elbow came back and I landed my stroke perfectly on the cue ball. It hit the 3 into the corner pocket. Oh was he distracted. Fucking me with his eyes. Staring to long at my lips as if thinking of all the things this pretty mouth could do. He’d have to beg to find out. I stepped back from the table resuming the stroking of my cue, slowly, starting just below the tip and sliding it down the stick. He missed his shot. I laughed. Oh so distracted. I would win this game for sure….
By Finley, on January 29th, 2019 Another Pathetic pet Email
“Even though YOU justifiably want nothing to do with me, please at least use me, berate me, humiliate me, mindfuck me just because YOU can and can show whoever YOU want how addicted to YOU I am and always will be.”
Oh how he begs whilst knowing he’s unworthy of worshiping at my alter. How pathetically desperate he is for just one response. Should I give him a sliver of attention? I don’t know I’m enjoying myself thoroughly listening to him beg, to see the desperation lining ever sentence almost to palpable I can taste it.
By Finley, on January 20th, 2019 He really can’t help himself, Another Pathetic email.
“I have to admit, I have missed you reminding me how insignificant I am to you and how you can mindfuck me at any time you want and how disrespectful you think I am. You do have a way of breaking me just with the tone of an e-mail. I’ve always been impressed by that.”
If you had only obeyed my pet, you would have never had the opportunity to miss me. I think I’ll make you beg a little longer.
By Finley, on January 12th, 2019 Another pathetic email
Thinking about how I am so beneath YOU that I would develop any fetish and obsession YOU gave me. Knowing I would live to lick the used condoms, bottom of shoes and sweaty cum filled shorts of YOUR GOD lovers because I am so beneath YOU. Knowing I would be a cock addict for YOU. Knowing I live to be YOUR cuck and crave gym girls and be YOUR humiliation toy because I need YOU like a drug and always will while YOU have no need for me. Knowing I disgust YOU so much but I love YOU and am more susceptible to YOU than ever.
I can’t stop from laughing at this, naughty subs really will say anything to get back into your good graces. I can’t blame him though, so pathetically addicted, how could he stay away honestly?
By Finley, on January 5th, 2019 A pathetic Email from a pathetic pet
“I get hard knowing how mindfucked I am when I know YOU are working and that YOU still with a word or a picture can get me to grovel to YOU more than ever, while YOU think of me as even more of a loser than ever. Knowing I said I would block YOU on trillian but having YOU unblocked while YOU have blocked me knowing I would get hard just seeing YOU online if I could craving YOUR power over me like the loser I am.”
It’s so cute when they grovel… But its even cuter when they just obey. I love knowing that I leave each of my pets addicted, even long after our training has ended.
By Finley, on December 29th, 2018 Today I sit here at work, the leather of my desk chair, only a reminder of whats to come tonight. Oh tonight, I’d finally break the dry spell. It had been a month since my body had been worked over just right. A month since my toes curled, in pleasure. A month since his name fell off my lips like a prayer while we lost ourselves in each other. Just thinking about it makes me rub my thighs together. Makes my pussy drip in anticipation and theirs still hours to go. Hours and hours before his breath would meet my neck and turn it prickled. Hours before my body would twitch and writhe under those hands. How ever will this cock slut make it until then?
By Finley, on December 20th, 2018 Many a man have inquired after my favorite kind of cock,
How was a whore to ever choose when there were so many,
I mean, big cock, small cock, fat cock, thin cock, long cock, short cock,
curved cock, cut cock, uncut cock.
and all provided such different types of pleasure.
big cock makes me feel so full and stuffed,
Small cock tickled in all the right spots and never left me sore.
Fat cock stretched me just right.
Thin cock got right to the point.
Long cock pushed me to the limits, especially when they touched my cervix.
Short cock was great for rubbing up and down my slit and on my clit.
Curved cock hit that spot that few could.
Cut cock was sleek and less sensitive.
Uncut cock and the extra friction of the foreskin drove me wild.
So whats this whores favorite kind of cock???
Guess you’ll just have to call me and find out.
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