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    I saw the crowd, and I wondered where the night might take me. It always funny meeting new people as I am a very petite female. However small I am also a very dominant one at that.

    It can be confusing to learn because I present myself very submissively. Meaning I dress up everyday;  hair and nails done to the best, non-smeared make-up, with a dress worn with naughty intentions. I dress how I feel; and I feel like a horny female girl.

    Taking a stroll down the familiar isles of my favorite sex store is relaxing. Tracing the same path I have countless times before I began my new job. The items and the people may change over time but these bones of intimacy, trust, and a safe haven for sexual exploration will forever be seared into the foundation. A soothing playground for sexual deviants like myself.

    Overwhelmed by the embrace of unfamiliar faces or the harsh temptations for personal rewards I withdraw to my original task. It felt like the perfect dream without a daddy to play with at my side.

     Intimate moments of my last two lovers begin to swirl into my mind.... they were both tall and average build. And that's basically were the comparison ends.

     My one lover calls me Symone. Symone loves it when a man takes the lead. He loves to play hard, but knows to takes his time to explore. And that curiosity sparks a rush of sensual desire in myself to reciprocate pleaseing him in return.. Knowing that every encounter has felt like being with your lover for the first time: gentle kisses, passionate embraces, and a the biggest climax! I can almost smell a hint of ecstasy as my mind traiI s deeper into thought. How our embrace hastens until we are both satified. 

Cassie isnt so nice though. Before I climax I can feel her wanting to be let out. To take control, scratching just beneath the surface of my warm skin. Her claws become mine, and our minds collade as we reach an unanimous O.

      My dirty little mind always vears off to filthy memories. Why not? I enjoy my life and the choices I've made..why wouldn't I relish in my own my precious dreams...

      My lover who calls me Cassie knows exactly how passionate I can be. That there is always a darker side to the sweet ones. fire created from the ruins of life. A unique but  animalistic energy is created when Cassie is around.  Bringing Porn star level excitment to the table. Hours could fall into days if her self control is lost. Feeding off of one another's sexual drive. Heightening senses once lost to the standard format of pleasure.

  Even you know the hunt is more enticing when there is no easy prey to be found. dreamy eyes sold with a deadly crooked half smile. He knows Exactly what that does to me; it's partially why I even play his silly games. I would do the same thing in his position. 

    His eyes never wavered. His lips highlighted the perfect crooked smile.

    The sting of his warmth from his palms send my heart racing as I know the long journey a head. Rough hands grabbed my hips and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Naughty nibbles trail further south leaving my body quivering from excitement. After all he is toying with me. Letting me know that I was to be consumed in whole. I could feel everything around us and couldn't distinguish between where I ended and you began..

   Ah, the joys of shopping with luxurious toys.. What is a naughty girl to do.

Midnight Lover

     Lost in slumber, gone to a world of dreams, awoken when a ring begings to sound. What is that sound? It's my phone going off!

    I answer as best I could but the night sky was calling me. I hear your voice and I knew exactly whose soft delightful words were stumbling into my sweet ears. I started to feel the moon's pull wanning from me.
 
    He could tell I was tired, and indecisive on whether it was even a good time to call me considering the time of night it was. However late, hearing his voice provoked something within me. I instantly knew I wouldn't resist a night of passion with him.

    He was there for me from the very beginning. Every encounter filled of genuine passion and satisfaction; he made love to me like no other man ever cared to try before. Imagining his warm familiar hands exploring every inch of my body was physically arousing. Flashes of past dreams fill my head with bliss. Bringing me to my O countless times before.

      Knowing that the light behind his eyes were not created from burning desire of lust but fuled by a caring heart whose only desire was to share in my simple embrace.

     How could I not awaken for this man, the one who cares so much for me when it was never warranted. I would could fail him, a bond of lovers never waver. No broken promises here tonight. We talk for a while about his day, as I shake what's left of the moon's lure off, then off I went.

          The Sky will just have to wait...

~ Symone

Coffee Break Gossip: Part 1

Hi,

    I just wanted to take a moment to answer some repeatedly asked questions from email I receive. So I decided to post Q&A scripts to help answer a few questions or concerns you have.

And for those of you who do their homework first this will be a lovely treat for you.

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Q: What is your name?

A:   My name is Cassie Sutton. But I sometimes go by Symone Rein.

Q: Why do you go by Symone when your name is Cassie?

A:   I did that when I went Under the radar. I kept feeling like everyone around me knew what I was doing. I didn't like the feeling of being out in the open; I am generally a private person so that was a big deal for me.

   So I took all my pictures down and then created a new name.

Q: What made you want to work in this type of business?

A:  I went to college during a time of an unstable economy and the degree I went for was in Finance.

 "I came into this particular industry because I went to school for finance in a poor economy", there really isn't another way to say it... Or It's also the oldest profession in history.

      It shouldn't really matter how I got into this position (as long as I am a willing participant), all that really should matter is whether or not I enjoy doing it or not....and can I just ad that I Love my job!

    It's the only job where I can talk or flirt with nice handsome men all day and not get written up for it! Talk about endless sexual harassment cases, imagine the number of open cases I would have right about now. I'm just kidding of course... *wink*

Q: Where were you born? What nationality are you?

A:   I was born in Florida but have traveled far and wide across this country in my young age. Most people assume that I am an island girl or from Up state. Neither are correct. And if you had assumed otherwise my African American roots that go back 6 generations will help prove you  otherwise. 

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....Those are just a few. I will be adding more along the way.

              As always stay safe *muah!*

~Symone

BDSM: Smoking Hot!

       Had a wonderful session with a lover who not only adores confident gorgeous woman but also ones who smoke!

      This wasn't my first rodeo of the sorts... I promptly filled his ungrateful lungs with puffs of sensual toxins. Then after I have fully suppressed my craving for the sweet taste of nicotine, I smoothered his face with none other than my beautiful lady parts. I love a man with a giant noise!! The sounds of my pathetic pet gasping for air as I come closer and closer to my climax was absolute music to my ears. 

Encounter With Naughty Bob

      My new pet billy contacted me two weeks in advance before we finally made plans to meet one another. During the standard procedure for scheduling a session with me everything went according to plan and the drive to him went fine without hiccups. Until I arrived at the hotel, and then it all went loopy.

      After I parked my car he messaged me the room number. First off, I walk into the hotel and there is a convention going on in the lobby. This instantly makes me nervous, why would you not notify your Mistress of this?? Seems very odd to me. 

     I find a elevator to take to the room, but to my surprise the floor that my worthless pet said he was on doesn't exsit to the eyes of this elevator. 

So I called twice, and got absolutely no sign of life from him. 

      Here I am, sitting in a random elevator looking for a floor that doesn't exist with a bags full of X- rated goodies... I was not pleased.

   Everything told me that this worthless peice of trash has just left yours truly high and dry!! At this point, all I want to do is find this idiot and make it very clear the standards I hold my pets to. I've already held him fully accountable for the entire night, and mentally assigned him will capital punishment for corrective training. Very well deserved punishment for failing so hard.  

    Lucky me, after my patience begins to turn heavily into frustration, he finally corrects his mistake and we arrange to meet at the front doorstep; by this time discretion was thrown out of the window. 

    As it turns out the hotel staff moved him from one building to the next  because of the convention being held downstairs, and that he was very apologetic to about the entire incident. I told him ".... regardless of the hotel's inconvenience you should had better prepared for my arrival, walking around with a bag full of cocks into a room full of people was not on the agenda today." I was not in the mood to justify whose fault the night's was, (I was proud of him for owning up to his consequences) I could tell he knew I was disappointed in him as he became quite after explaining his side.

   We finally get to the room and he apologizes again, we haven't been together long enough for him to know I hate apologies (They are worthless words) when I  begin to really loose my patience, my hands lightly clawing at his chest while I explain my disappointment with him overall. If he was unsure then my actions definitely clarified it up for him. The more I replayed the scenario in my head the harder I pushed and dug my nails into his chest. 

Asking him, "Do you know what you did wrong?" And, "How do you fix it?".

I didn't care for his answers, what I wanted I couldn't get with words. But the fear, and pain in his eyes from my claws becoming more abrasive was the apology good enough for his new Mistress...

New Lover

          I begin to  feel butterflies in my stomach as if  I was a  middle schooler again. Every word I received is read to intensely embroidered with kind words and lustful intentions. All I want to do is meet you, hold you, kiss you. Some would be rather alarmed about the way I feel about you, but everyone starts out in as strangers in this world. Our connection feels so genuine how could I ignore it what my body tells me is so right? I could loose myself when I  am with you. I wish we had more time to embrace each other longer, but I wont that steal away any joyful moments we have together. 

        My mind is racing as I know the time of your arrival is very close. Any  doubts I had were eased by the way you listened in our conversations, I can tell that you are truly a kind-hearted gentleman. I  knew you were the one for me from the very start....  I can dream of  having your warm hands exploring my soft skin.  Gentle kisses running down my neck and shoulders. Getting lost in absolute bliss until self-control is a thing of the past. 

       My knees tremble as  I hear your foot steps outside, flashes of what's to come sends my heart racing. I  no longer  wish to hide  my true feelings for you, lets not hide behind sensual words and seductive images. Our bodies crave to be together, touching one another, and kissing  , OH, the inevitable bliss our body's will find.  I was so lost for words that I can hardly speak when  you finally walk through my front door. All  I  can manage to say were  three little words

 "I want you"