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Mistress Mayhem

  • Mistress Mayhem
    Published about a year ago
    Happily Never After

    Happily Never After

    She met him in the back of a bar. There he was this tall, dark, and beer goggle (those were on thick that night) handsome, sitting on a stray keg on the "smoker's porch" hidden away, and out the side door. She was there with friends, he happened to be there with the same friends, celebrating a birthday. Their eyes met, smiles were exchanged, and a whirlwind of a moment later they found themselves exchanging vows only nine months after the moment their eyes found each other. He married her for all the wrong reasons, she married him to have a false sense of security.
  • Mistress Mayhem
    Published about a year ago
    Losing It!

    Losing It!

    I always assume that there is nothing that I could bring to the table when it comes to being healthy, eating healthy, living a healthy life. It is something that I constantly struggle with on a daily basis, if not a minute by minute basis. I know everyone has their thing, their struggle, that everyone has read everything they can, and honestly, what can a simple woman like me bring to the conversation that isn't new??
  • Mistress Mayhem
    Published 2 years ago
    It's Just Tits and Tattoos

    It's Just Tits and Tattoos

    I catch your eyes as they begin to stare, I have caught your attention. I notice it, my boyfriend does too. I watch as your eyes casually glance up and down my arms, admiring the artwork maybe? Or intrigued and turned on that a woman is heavily tattooed? I watch as your stare becomes more intense, more investigative. They dart around my skin, first the one arm, then the other, you scan my legs and watch as the naked lady on my shin works her way closer to you. As your eyes wander, I watch and wait for the inevitable to happen. My boyfriend is watching you too, watching you drink me in as your pace slows, just to take me in for a moment longer. Eventually, you will do a quick glance toward my tits. A glance that will get stuck. A glance that will never finish, because you eyes will fight with your brain. Your brain screaming, "Don't keep looking! She's going to see you!" and your eyes arguing, "But look at them!" Those huge tits that my mother blessed, or possibly cursed, me with. Are you trying to investigate the tattoo that you see poking out in between them? You can't really make it out when my tits are squished together, but you can see pieces of it, teasing you, taunting you to come take a closer look. To pull my tits apart, and take in the beautiful artwork that graces my sternum in between. Or are you attempting to picture my tits without any clothing draped on them? What the would look like just hanging there, for you to stare at, to possibly touch. My cleavage calling to you, asking you to explore further. Then without fail, without being conscious of it, you will make eye contact with me, or him, and both of us will be staring directly into your eyes. We will let you know we have noticed, that you have been caught taking me all in. You will feel embarrassed, or possibly turned on. Maybe your dick got a little hard, you may reach down to hide the fact. I'm watching you now, I see you jerk on your dick with the slightest movement, trying to control your desires. I will keep my eyes locked with yours, and I'll give you a half smile. Am I interested? Or am I just enjoying the embarrassment or possible guilt that has washed across your face? I would bet on the latter.