The Blog of an Expert...
I know those of you who follow me crave to know who I am, how I stay hidden from your endless searches whilst I tell you every detail of how I do what I do. I leave only the most minute pieces of information out - well the game wouldn’t be so fun now would it if I gave everything away - and yet 9 months down the line and you still can’t find me. Don’t they say half of the fun is in the delayed gratification of one’s desires? I'm that itch you can't scratch, a tickle you can't stop, the pulsing between your legs that just WON'T LET UP! This tease must be killing you.
Do you want to hear another tale?Or are you new here and wanting to join the game?
Well, riddle me this...
The person who makes it then sells it, the person who buys it never uses it and the person who uses it never knows that they are using it. What is it?
Get back to me when you know the answer.
So Brandy is sat with me now. She’d say howdy, but she’s currently tied up. You know I never thought of using cable ties until the ‘50 Shades’ woman wrote those praise-the-lord-of-darkness slutty books. For a woman writing heathen licentiousness about desire, she has some pertinent ideas on how to really punish a whore. A bitch in heat like that should be spayed, painfully, with scalding irons.
Anyhow, back to Brandy. She’s looking a little bit uncomfortable now. Her delicate wrists have started to bleed quite heavily and the blood is tracing some alluring trails around her naked torso. I'd pour the spawn of my master in her one more time but quite honestly I don’t like the way she’s looking at me. Which is unfair really, I am performing a public and moral service. She committed her crimes and now she should pay. She is very lucky that I’m giving you the opportunity to come and find her.
This ‘little lady,’ and I use the term about as loosely as she wears her morals, is a whore of Babylon, standing on street corners and fucking every man who'll throw some substance her way. When she took me in her mouth she was gluttony personified. She loved it right up until I put the knife to her bare neck and she started screaming. But let's face it, that's when it got good, mmm yes, real good. There's nothing like a bit of fear to make a whore fuck for her life. She deserves to burn. In fact, I’d bet the cost of the large amount of the gasoline she is currently doused in, that she will burn. I am the Devil’s Reaper and I shall be rewarded by the consumption of her soul whilst her naked flesh melts in the flames.
But I don’t see why we can’t have a little fun first. Speaking as an expert blogger, site traffic ratio is totally dependent on the entertainment that you provide. I've already had my fun with her (she squealed like a little piggy when I did her, manacled in place and breasts hanging low over the fire) and now it's your turn.
So here it is. You are looking for a church. The patron saint of this Church would normally watch over ‘lost causes’ like Brandy. But he is obviously on my side today. Does that seem to easy? Does that seem to give it away? Well, what I should also admit is... I’m not in London anymore (you let me slip guys, naughty naughty!) I’m in California. And you have approximately 8 minutes and 30 seconds to find her before she burns.
Happy Hunting, your friendly neighbourhood Reaper.
PS. Oh and the answer to that riddle was coffin. But don’t worry, time her bones crumble in the blaze, you won’t be needing one.
