Come To The Edge

by Christopher Logue

Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
And they flew.

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about Mr. Logue

To my Perfect Mistress:

Miss Angela, I am completely captivated by you.

You have listened to my fantasies and twisted them into chains of obedience that I cannot break. We talk. You listen and you spin out your sexy fantasies. You note every throb and each twitch. You hear any catch of breath or escaping sigh. You take up each and every revelation and fashion a link of dominance with which to bind me.

Your salacious kinky stories delight and excite. You lead me down dark slutty alleys of perversions and desires that take my breath away. You show my imagination pictures of lewd and wanton license, and draw me into the scenes.

You command and control. You tease and deny. You demand obedience. You inspire reverence. You punish reticence and when the time is just right, you loosen your bonds for a moment of unbelievable power and force as a reward, then somehow have me begging for my chains.

You take me on journeys of desperation and ecstasy that blur reality into fantasy and meld fantasy to passionate desire. You make my body hunger for pain. You make my mouth plead for denial. You make every part of me ache for your permissions.

You own me like the cheap dawg I am. You treat me like your whipped boi. You tease me with all the pleasures you can deny. And I beg for more.

Thank you.

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Such a sweet email from a beautiful guy. I am blessed and I am grateful.

xo, Angela

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*Shared with the author’s permission

Please, Goddess Angela:

I really need that bigger cock to fuck me. It has been driving me crazy with animal lust just imagining the feeling of being stretched and filled.

I want to be the best sissy whore for you and, if you allow me to fuck that cock, I will make sure to really ride it and fuck it back. I want you to be proud that you created such a wonderful little sissy for your entertainment. I need it! I need to be used by big cocks, to feel them slamming into my tight little pussy, and then to be left gaping so that the next big cock easily slides in.

All in my service to you my beautiful Goddess my adored Mistress.

I offer my body so that you may subjugate my very being as you wish. I offer to you my mind to warp and bend and twist. I offer my soul to you, to forever be yours — brand me, tattoo me, claim me. I want nothing more than to be only yours: your obedient bitch to control in every way, your toy to play with, your slave to command. I choose to forever be in servitude to you.

But, Miss Angela? Just please grant permission for me to fuck myself with the bigger cock.

It is no longer about my pleasure; I see that now. It is their pleasure — his pleasure, her pleasure — that drives me. I am just a fuck hole, cum rag, cum dumpster, little sissy faggot that does queer boy sex. I need to be trained to take bigger cocks and prove my worth to you and to them. I need to be trained to please every cock, just for the cum that will fill my pussy. The bigger the cock and more times I ride it, I will cease to remember what an orgasm felt like without a cock in me. That is my one and only destiny. Praise to you for showing me who I was meant to be.

So please, Miss Angela, let me have that bigger cock. Let the training go further; reshape me, mold me, imprint me. Take me into the gutter, the glory hole, the dungeon. Always and forever all for you Miss Angela.

Just for you, Miss Angela.

Truly and only yours,
Big Cock Craving Slut

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Ya see, he has an assignment: to fuck himself every single morning with his smaller dildo, and to send me an email sometime during the day begging for the (much!) bigger dildo that he craves so much. He’s to concentrate on a transvestite kinkster, who uses him like the slut he is.

This is not his first email, as he has to do it all week. But this one was particularly articulate and so entertaining that I just had to share it with y’all.

xo, Angela

PLEASE NOTE: This post was written with this Good Boy’s permission. Because that’s how I roll. Except when the guy is a total asshole.

First off, I am the victim. So there will be no victim blaming here! I’m just a girl, a girl who happens to appreciate a few of the finer things the world has to offer her. And while I may not be a frugal girl, I am a reasonably prudent girl. At least most of the time.

But, as you know,  things happen, particularly on these interwebs, don’t they? Sometimes, as I’m sure you’ll agree, these seemingly innocent “happenings”  can almost seem like a conspiracy. A conspiracy to charm you right out of your money.

So I was surfing, reading email, perusing twitter, who knows? How the fuck is a girl to remember the details when she is basically clobbered over the head, stabbed in the heart, dragged by the tits with …

1/2 PRICE COACH SALE === FREE SHIPPING

… ding ding ding ding. Coach? Sale? Resist, I told myself, you’ve got more important things to spend your money on. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Well, I answered myself back, you could just have a look see, just window shop for fun. DING. DING. DING. DING. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do, I’ll just have a little fun window shopping. DING. DING. DING. DING.

And off I went, ignoring the last thing I said to myself — Angela, you hate window shopping. It depresses you.  — as I clicked that link and dived in to heaven.

And so it began.

This little number just melted my heart. Plus it was actually MORE than half off. Who could resist? Who would be so cruel to even suggest that I should resist?

Then I just had to pick up this wallet, because I know my Kate Spade is, sad to say, in it’s last days. It really was a soon-to-be necessity, so wipe that grin off your face.

Feeling pretty good about myself, I was ready to relinquish my CC info and address when I thought I might as well check out the shoes. Just for fun, because Coach purses are pretty damn special, but who in the world ever cared about Coach shoes, let alone even heard about Coach shoes. This would definitely be a safe venture. (Yes, that is exactly what I told myself and you know it’s true.)

Who knew? Honestly, I ask you, who knew? Of course, I fell head of over heels (pun noted but not intended) and there was absolutely no way I was going to ignore my impoverished (as of late) shoe fetish and bypass the GOLDEN (1/2 price, baby) opportunity to add these gorgeous to the bone one-of-kind heels.

Anyway, that is how we end up here at the end of my glorious binge:

Minus the $2.50 which was for signature delivery that I actually cancelled. I was happy, I was sated, perhaps even a little bit high on getting such a good deal with actual COACH merch!!!

I WAS DONE! Now all I had to do was wait the 3 to 5 business days for delivery.  All was good in my little corner of the world. I didn’t even (and I’m proud of this) go back to the site after that.

That is until that damn email hit on Friday. That EMAIL!  That damn email from COACH!

I will give them this: they certainly know how to sweeten the pot. Apparently, for that weekend only, I could purchase anything I desired from their sale with free shipping, with a gift box, with a free monogram even aaand ANOTHER 20% OFF! So of course I went back, just to have another look. And then, don’t you know it, this happened:

I don’t have a screen shot of check out with this, but here are the detes from the site: rogue 25, oxblood/black copper, full price: $595, half price: 297.50.  So now, when late autumn comes and I pull this sweetheart out, I will feel great joy and appreciation knowing that I saved $300 on my cold weather purse. How could you fault a girl for that? I mean prudence isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

xo, Angela

PS: The sale continues RIGHT HERE (have to say I am kinda sorta loving on that pink Charlie Carryall)