Princess Lilith

So many men think that they might someday have a chance to glimpse this perfect body. Perhaps a creamy, white breast. A perfect pink nipple. My sweet, tight pussy. But they won’t. In fact they are only fit to stare at the soles of my shoes and beg to hear my perfect voice.

I’ve been talking to a lot of you losers lately, enjoying taking your money and convincing you of just how worthless you are. Honestly, the only good thing I can say about you is that when you leave me ass-kissing feedback, you sometimes use appropriate spelling and grammar. Otherwise, you come off as the sad little losers that you are.

Actually, there are a few errors.

Tremendously superior really makes you feel useless thanks Lilith

Missing the terminal period. Also, apparently allergic to commas or semi-colons.

Nothing fake about this woman. Truly humiliating

Again, no terminal period. I once read a theory that basic writers (read: pathetic, illiterate fucktards) hesitate to use periods because it closes a thought that they had to work so hard to get out in the first place. Seems likely in the case of this loser that wouldn’t know how to wipe his ass if a superior woman wasn’t giving him directions.

Strict and compelling. Creative, and very intelligent. Princess Lilith looked right through me and generously gave me a choice between short term selfishness and big picture fulfillment. She’s totally captivating and quite dazzling.

No errors here. A for style and mechanics. D for effort.

Thank you Princess for the wonderfully honest and delightful conversation. I know you can help be a better person that can serve you appropriately.

Again, no errors. But, what you know is very little - and useless to me.

Think you can do better than these wankers? I doubt it, but at least grading your weak attempts at flattery will give me a laugh at your expense - isn’t that your greatest aspiration anyway?

Are you afflicted with this wretched habit? It takes a real Godess and Princess to help a man cure himself of this. Instead of reaching for that grubby little cock of yours, grow some will-power and submit to a higher authority, me. Whenever you want to stroke that cock, call me. You won’t be stroking, you’ll be learning to have respect for yourself and not depending on your disgusting habit. You’ll be learning to be worthy of my attention.

Compulsive masturbator?

Cross dressing sissy?

Love taking a hot cock in your ass or mouth?

Begging for my strap-on?

I love hearing the pathetic stories of all of the little half-men out there.  Call me for your well-deserved dose of pity, laughter, scorn, and disdain.