I suppose it’s time I wrote about Mr. Ferrari. Mr. Ferrari is the Tgirl Admirer/Chaser/Lover who would be universally hated by all the rest. He is the one who ruins the game for every other chaser. When Mr. Ferrari calls, ...Read More
When I am not working (either as Cassandra or at my “real” job), my favorite thing to do is to spend an afternoon at Border’s bookstore. It’s not very sexy hobby for a prostitute, I know, to prefer the company ...Read More
Some words come with instant pictures attached. Like the word shit, for instance. There’s a color to it, too. For people whose olfactory systems are turbo charged the word can also elicit a smelly association. It is a strong word ...Read More
I am one half of a whole: I am a top girl without a good bottom. Oh I know I have my pick of men as Cassandra. But throw out all the severely misshaped, disfigured, smelly, unclean and/or massively over sized buttocks, ...Read More
So, you guys, I finally saw Gym Boy out at the bars! It was the night before New Year’s Eve. I had just the right mix of weed and alcohol where I was on top of my game. By this, ...Read More