Picked? …or Popped?

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I love fresh fruit. Although, (despite what you might have assumed) eating ANYTHING out of ANYONE’S belly button or other body hole sounds like a major form of punishment to me. Like what the judge would sentence you to if you were an evil person AND ran over her dog that morning. Lol. Although, an itty bitty weed brownie never hurt anyone before. 


But that’s not what I’m trying to say. Ahhh… fresh fruit.


I can see it at the height of its ripeness. Right when it’s so plump and full, that at some point, it’s juice bursts forth, almost always spilling out onto your lips. But nothing that delicate and delicious; tender and fresh can escape, so you lick that quickly up as well. 


Do I sound like I’m bragging? Perhaps, in a way, I kinda am. I mean, more to myself. I have been the first lover of a few good men in my time. Well… they are now. Never my intention, of course. But we all know how insistant some boys can be…


Hey! I didn’t say I go around molesting little boys. However, there have been times that I have been called on to soothe the transistion from boy to man with my tender touch. Wow! That does sound sort of creepy.


Heard of the horse whisperer? Well, I’m kinda like the dick whisperer. Stop laughing. I’m being serious. You could hate my guts, but your cock… NEVER COULD. It would always be happy to see these lips coming in a little too closely. Despite whatever you think. That’s where I am in complete control.


Imagine them there, all ripe and young and delicious, and whispering directly into my ear. Would you not feel compelled to assist? …such frustration calling out for that ultimate release. And it’s not like they’re children. Just a little late on the draw. For whatever reason. And, you know me, I’m such a giving person. I just wanna help!


I didn’t lead them on in any way. I was just me. But hormones were raging, and when confronted with the dilemma, “To deflower or not to deflower?” The first time, I even pretended to be asleep, but became stimulated slightly as he brushed my shirt up, and… Well, I just did it. Once, possibly three times. I mean, he wasn’t good or anything . But without the input of a woman, what man ever is?


Of course there are other cases. Perfectly normalish cases where I wasn’t even the pervert at all. Boys… I mean. You know how they can be. One look at these Double D’s of mine and… it really doesn’t matter what age they are. Their need hangs heavy in the air. I can almost taste it. I can definitely FEEL it.


I recall one in particular. He was 18. Shockingly enough, I found out afterwards he used to be the best friend of my son. Hey! I didn’t know that until months after. And he didn’t have to say anything. I could see it. He watched every move I made, even when I wasn’t moving at all. His lips were always a little too wet. His pants always a little too tight. And his smile… very forced when he was around me. I knew it. He knew it. He just didn’t know if you was going to get it.


He got it.


I will call my young friend Junior Anaconda. And the only reason that he gets the Junior is because I’m not sure he’s old enough yet to even buy alcohol. But I can assure you, despite my former belief a man needed to be trained to be any good… when you’re born with that astoundingly physical manifestation of masculinity presenting itself LONG before you are even able to make an entrance… Well, I guess there’s just not that much room left to teach. 


All my love RM!

and to all of my delicious little plucked fruit!

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Let the music play…

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Good Morning friends. It has been one very interesting week. Finally made it into a small little place I can call my own while I save for better. It’s location even provides for a small parking spot out of view just for me. Sounds like just what I’ve been needing…

Unfortunately, I immediately noticed problems with my phone service. It all began the day I moved in, so, naturally, I assumed it was do to the change of address. When I failed to fix the problem myself (turned it on and off…lol), I turned to the staff of my cell company. Four phone calls later, and I’m still jacking someone else’s wifi just to get out phone calls. Not even to mention the texts that are STILL marked as ‘sending’.

But, yesterday my guardian angel set me up with wifi to be installed on Friday. Thank you Precious. You felt my pain, and you read my mind. (And listened to all my bitching.) You are amazing and greatly appreciated. Always a special place in my heart reserved for you darlin.

I know ya’ll want the dirty stuff. Sadly, this week has been full of more frustration than you could imagine. Months ago a friend of mine smashed my bluetooth headset, that I care for almost as much as my children. Hey. I’m being serious. Music definitely soothes this soul. The following 2 that I purchased were both faulty. I finally broke down and paid the $70 something price-tag on some wally world white Phillips. And, yes, they kicked ass.

I didn’t have them two days, and the damn things go missing. I searched everywhere like 7 times. Yes, someone picked them right up. Being that it’s someone so close to me… Well, that’s why I haven’t been having the fun I deserve. I moved all this crap myself. I set everything up. I’ve ordered replacement headphones coming Thursday. Wifi comes on Friday. And my attitude changes IMMEDIATELY.

So, please know that I wasn’t ignoring ya’ll. I’ve just been going through some shit. Life is never easy, but sometimes it’s downright IMPOSSIBLE. Hey, but I’m still standing. And I cannot wait to tell you more of my sexual exploits and oh so creepy fails. Lol. Let the music play, people !!!

All My Love,

Masterhead69

 

 

 

a Future full of Freakiness… my fave!

If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been… well, finally some good news. I am no longer living in a hotel. Yes, I’m moving on up in the world. I’ve relocated to a quaint little apartment with beautiful walls of a deep knotted wood. It’s small, but perfect for what I have planned.


For monthes, I’ve been looking into webcam modeling work. Not that I’m the sexiest thing going (at least, that’s not what I’m saying out loud), but I definitely have a multitude of talents that I believe might look outrageously hot on video. And I think I’ve mentioned my freaky side… Well, I’m just psyched to try.


Unfortunately, while I’ve been moving and now cleaning…a line is quickly forming. Let’s just put it this way… I’m not sure there is even one hour of the day that I don’t hear from one of my “friends” requesting that special MASTERHEAD that I’m so well known for. Or perhaps, they feel brave enough for me to put the works on them. 


And, of course, with so much attention also comes the haters. They can’t figure out how I keep them coming back. Well, that’s simple…


I don’t steal.

I’m honest.

I’m a total freak.

Masterhead skillz!


How can anyone lose when they deliver exactly what the fuck they offer? I’m a beautiful female with a high sexual appetite for the naughty, nasty & perverse. It can be a curse at times, and difficult to turn off once I get going. But, all in all, very marketable. Oh, and in case you forgot…


PLEASURE IS MY PASSION!

Regular ole Problems

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So my first appointment this morning was with an old regular of mine. I’m telling you, he could, and did make me squirt all over the place. I must have gotten off like at least 8 times, and I could have gone for a whole lot more. I ended up with my ass stewing in a pond of its own orgasmic juices. All in all… an excellent time had by all!

However, when he left I realized that he had left me his usual donation. The very same amount that he has left me from the very first moment we met years ago. It’s frustrating. I mean, I can’t think of any one job that isn’t offered a raise or bonus or an anything after at least a good 3 1/2 years of service. If you suck that bad, after 3 1/2 years…you wouldn’t have to worry about a job at all.

Then I received a text from another long time regular. I can’t even recall the last time I’ve seen him. I do, however, recall this one time that he had left a very expensive watch in my hotel room. He returned a few days later to retrieve it exactly the way that he left it. We’ll just call this fella the Watchman.

Well, over the years, we’ve kept contact, but haven’t really seen each other that much. I can’t even remember the last time, to be honest with you. Let’s see… I’ve been at this hotel for 6 months. I’m not even sure that he has visited me here at all. Now, all of a sudden, two old regulars are getting ahold of me within an hour of each other…?

Okay so maybe not to anyone else but it seems very obvious to me. They had seen my recent ads somewhere and realize that they wanted some from the best. No problem. Or… They think I’m a fuckin chump. 

I mean, come on people. What hasn’t gone up in the past few years? The sole reason that I charge so little is because I know how bad the economy is and everyone has been affected. EVERYONE is suffering these days. And, of course, I can totally relate to that, because I do as well. 

So, I sent a one word text…”Donation?” And received one in return almost immediately.

“You’ve always charged me 50, because I’m a regular.”

WTF gentlemen. You have got to be kidding me. I have known this man over 5, possibly 6 years. And never even a tip as a special gift. Not even at Christmas. And just how does one qualify for a regular return “friend” rate if they don’t regularly return? Riddle me that batman.

So, how does one respond? Well… if I back down, this will happen repeatedly every single time I see him, and could possibly even spill off over to others as well. I mean, how can I do that for him and only him? He is certainly NOT my only “friend”.

Unfortunately, he didn’t take me seriously, and ended up driving the 20 minutes to my room, only to be told I was busy and unable to see him. That felt a little bad… but a little good too. Standing up for myself. Yeah! Bout time.

I thought the day was trashed, and I almost cancelled my evening date. Thank goodness I didn’t! Mr. New York was totally worth it and had the most delicious cock. But it was when he nestled between my thighs and began to nibble my clit that I realized my shitty day had just officially changed. 

Thanks for the O’s Mr. New York!  I will DEFINITELY be feeling those lips again!

Taste My Gratitude


​I was humbled at the number of views I attracted today from some of the intensely passionate community of writers that I love to delve head first into as often as I am able. (Certainly not enough, I tell ya.) 

Oh, but within these numbers was also a very masculine presence of such great magnitude and heat that I could actually FEEL it. I FEEL IT STILL! Maybe I’m just bad with names… 

First off,  the ad never even made it live. Oh, I typed some of it. However, I only just now found that  unfinished corpse of an idea lying unsaved in the app. Oh, whatever!  Every once in awhile, people do connect. Unseen chemistry draws them together into an awkward hug… a quick kiss… an immediate knowledge of just how to make the other quiver and groan in utter satisfaction. 

He walked casually in… So laid back and smooth in a slightly nervous manner but with a deliciously lust-filled aura all about him.  I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth. All of him. I could sense the connection between us. It was so evident in every single response our bodies made. 

And when he kissed me…  Lol.  I really fucking love when it’s just right,  and that incredibly intoxicating, dizzy,  out of control, totally bliss filled state of body and soul are gasping for air as one. 

What more is there to say?  We fucked all day.  He took me kindly and gently until my cum began to trickle insanely and much too slowly down my thigh. Then he fucked me gallantly like a mad man,  swatting and my bare ass thrust high into the air. I have no recollection of when the crescendo of sensations began to finally silence.  I do know that it felt like I’d eaten a whole damn cake,  and yet felt the hunger for so much more.  

When he finally took me it was tender and delicious,  so we remained connected at the hips until ten minutes, soft kisses and gravity eased it’s way into our consciences. And THAT… THAT WAS GUT-WRENCHING AGONY and the slightly bitter sweet taste of loss. 

Okay,  it’s not my first time…  But connections like these are to be enjoyed to the utmost fullest and by any means possible for they are so extremely unique and rare. And (sadly) they almost always have the lifespan of just an incongruent and fleeting notion quickly gone… 

NEVER FORGOTTEN! 

And the line starts here…

Boy, it’s gonna be one hell of a day. Frustrated with the way the system works, I’ve decided an extremely insane special. Quick visits cheaper than a trip to Walmart.  I woke up panties damp from a delicious dream and realized that I need some D immediately!

Days like this can be so amazingly insane. How much can I take…? Well, I’m looking for the cash to get out of this hotel lifestyle that’s bogging me down. I WANNA BE FREE PEEPS!

Check back with me tonight. I will have full details. As for me… Darlin, I got shit to do!! 

Power from Behind… 



Alright! Let’s talk. Real shit. Is it just me, or is every man over the age of 40 into having his booty hole played with? I’ve even known a few that are far far below the age of 40. There definitely must be something amazing to it. Not necessarily something that they feel they’ve lost. Perhaps something that they just didn’t know was ever missing.


In the beginning, I was a little shy on the subject. I had some very boisterous ex-boyfriends and one VERY experimental fiance… Anyhow, on all occasions they began as worshipers of me, but before all was said and done…  they’re booty-worshiping ways would always manifest and grow all too quickly into an inferno much hotter than our desire for each other had ever been. 


So… yes I’ve certainly worn an occasional strap-on to get my man off.  It just became an extension of my passion. And what a thrill! What an absolutely intoxicating experience to fuck another human being! To drive within that sensitive flesh until they are nothing but a spasming orgasmic blur beneath me…. Argh!!!! 


There is something so animalistic in giving in to that deep throbbing passion that lives so deeply hidden in our psyche. Indeed,  my naughtiest of pleasures leads me to more than a few sets of multiple o’s (even if only through fantasies via the absolutely illegal porn I so enjoy) AT LEAST once a week.  Delicious I tell you!. And as my desires grew more perverse over time,  so also has my respect for those that choose to indulge in their own without hurting others. 


It is quite often that I entertain a “friend” or two that feels that dark urge  to be filled- to be taken- to be loved from deep within. And over time,  a strong bond of trust and non-judgment is formed.  To my wonder and awe there have been many such occasions that I have found myself deemed worthy enough of their trust to be given the power of violating them in the most tender of ways.  And for this opportunity to be the aggressor,  the  dominator,  the sensual master of their carnal desires… I find myself truly humbled 

And my panties totally drenched. 

Harder than a lil Rock??? IMPOSSIBLE!

Okay…where to begin. Alright. First off…WOW! You’ll never believe who came over last night and dicked me down like the true southern slut I am. None other than that chiseled Rock of mine. We were way up close and dangerously personal. Oh…how lucky am I to be given another tryst with mister tall, tan, and gorgeous himself? I am still thanking the cottony clouds above as I type this. Okay, maybe not at this precise moment. Hey! Hotel rooms aren’t really condusive to a cheerfully lit ambience from the outside, that’s for sure. And my room, in paticular, tends to remind one of a staunch black and occer scene from Bram Stoker’s Dracula. (Or some equally wet to the bones type gray shaded movie set. Bats included. Of course.) Only the best….

His smile dazzles me every single time. What a looker. Most attractive guys have a somber look…like they want you to look, but truly don’t give a shit if you do or not. Not Rock! Super sexy! Super friendly! Super kissable! Super-duper delicious!!! 

Oh, my sexy paramour fucked me so good. Then i fucked him so good. It was an entire night FULL of new explorations. I tasted him. He ate me whole! It was intense and amazing, and I miss him already. No-one has fulfilled me like he can. I’d be a knotch in his belt loop anyday! 

I MISS YOU ROCK!!!! 💋

ME TIME

​So, my date tonight just cancelled. Hey, at least he called. There’s nothing worse than shaving, carefully applying make-up, slithering into my teeny tiny panties, and then spending the next three hours watching the door. Truthfully, it happens more than I’d like to admit.

So I’m wondering… What should I do with my time? I definitely could be cleaning. I’d rather just finish Archer on Netflix. But, damnit, I’m fuckin horny. Hey, I haven’t watched any really raunchy porn in awhile. It’s immediately settled. I’ll watch a little show. I’ll just amuse myself for a little bit.


I’m embarrassed to admit that the type of porn that actually turns me on and gets me hot is anything taboo. And I do mean ANYTHING taboo. Okay, except for poop. I’m definitely NOT into poop. Hey, but if you really really want me to, I’ll pee on you. I’m not afraid to put a little pee pee on your face if that’s what gets you of f darlin. LOL. Hell, I could go pee right now. I ponder on mini little yellow dollar signs now mixing with the water in my toilet. Such a waste.


With the nagging pee urgency now no longer a consideration, I type in the call letters of my favorite freaky porn site. It’s probably not legal for me to tell you what it is, so let’s just say it’s bizarre and it’s freaky and it’s porn and it’s .com. LOL. You can’t just go straight to it via Google that’s for sure. And that’s what I love about it. This site puts filth where the average person can reach it. Oh, and reaching it is only the beginning of my plans. I have a large silver box filled to the brim with a variety of vibrating thingies to keep any run-of-the-mill sex addict entertained. I hate to have to do this but I’ll have to finish this post a little later. My fingers are going to be very busy.

A Name…is a name…is a name…

​It’s true… I’ve been called a  Sex Goddess. There was even a time I was known as DaBeast. But overall, more people have known me as MasterHead. And it’s not just my name. Very early on I realized using my mouth to make someone orgasm was actually a gift. These lips have offered pleasure and release to many a lucky fellow. And more than a few ladies… No judgment is passed here. Actually…I kind of feel it is my duty to extract toe-curling orgasms from ANY man who finds himself in real need. I’m an escort for the welfare of The People. I could use a double S on my naked breasts in red lipstick to signify that I’m a Super Slut. Hey. Don’t laugh. I CHANGE LIVES! Lol.

Okay so maybe that sounds crazy. But it’s true. As a woman, I did not realize how many men out there are actually very insecure about themselves. Most of them don’t even have a reason to be that wait.  And there must be some misunderstanding out there  with men.  I overheard two discussing  the fact that all women really wanted was to meet a gorgeous guy with lots of money. Let me stop you right there! That’s just not true! What women really want is a man who’s stable and treats them like a queen… And is gorgeous. Oh… and he better be loaded with lots of money. Ahem. Wow. Guess they were right. Nawwww…

And who would have guessed that the experience of licking a man’s balls and tonguing his asshole could have the power to create extremely tight bonds between my ‘friends’ and I. Of course, I figured this fact out a VERY long time ago. Now that I think about it, I’d be willing to wager that the majority of my ‘friends’ would agree with me also.  ‘Wink’. ‘Wink’. But only because I’m right…