My, cuties—I’ve been back from Vegas since Wednesday, and you all certainly seem to have missed me! It’s been a scrumptious time for dishing out my exquisite brand of sweet and nasty phone sex, and I’ve gotten some lovely feedback directly from you about my talents.
There’s G., for example, who tried to be the first one to call me on my return from Vegas…though he was nevertheless beat out in his quest by other boys and girlies who were even quicker on the draw! Still, as always, he found me worth the wait. In fact, as he commented after he’d (mostly) recovered from my merciless cockteasing, “you lived up to your blog!”, and raved about my ability to mesmerize him with my words.
Highlighting my versatility, a second G., yet another one of my lovers of forced bi (among a number of yummy other kinks, the sweet dear), described, “Whoever doesn’t believe beauty can be combined with brains has never had a ‘Natalie Encounter’!”
Of course, there are a number of other forms of praise that are less expressly verbal. One of those is, of course, the outrageously intense orgasms that you have whenever you’re on the line with me. And another would be the incredibly thoughtful tokens of your affection! I’d like to do a few shout-outs for those right now, in fact:
Kisses to my dear J., for the sunglasses, the gourmet items, and his overall thoughtfulness and consideration; to my J. from across the pond for the beautiful pearl bracelet (which matches a necklace that another of you had already gifted me with!) and his delicious worship—not to mention his general sluttiness; to my J. of the infantile desires and the poet’s soul, for his many gifts of illustrated poetry; and last but not least, to gentle J. to the far north, for the virtual gift of wildflowers he picked for me himself.
As I said, gratitude comes in many forms, and just one of the many talents of the truly superior woman is that she can appreciate every one of them!
By the way, many of you have expressed great curiosity about what I was up to in Vegas—so be patient just a little longer, because I’ll be discussing some of those juicy details in my very next post, before I return to my remarkably popular series in progress, on what makes me such an extraordinary phone-sex Mistress!
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A poet is always in luck
when his Muse lets him in.
Such entrance doth him inspire
and oft a poem he can then spin.
Empress Natalie is so sweet and kind
that when She graces me,
poems are what are left behind.
Ah, my dear J.—I do enjoy being a Mistress who appreciates homage however it is paid, whenever it is sincere. Your sweetness is always enjoyed!