Sex-free Saturday :(

One of my prospective booty calls invited me over to his apartment finally. I wore my sequins booty shorts for the occassion. The apartment has two bedrooms even though he lives alone. What a baller! His pit bull stuck his nose in my crotch and ran, and then I thought I'd go for it, so I threw myself at the Baller.

Him: I've got to get up early tomorrow.

Me: Goodbye, asshole. (I said "Goodbye" but only thought "asshole." I'm a classy lady).

I am not used to being rejected. Who doesn't want to bang me? I know who- it's the one guy I want.

But I am not gonna let it get me down all you wild things out there! I am going to play the rejection away!  Of course, I'll need your help, but you know I'm worth it.
switchsophie@gmail or (323) 903-7184. And don't be afraid to leave a voicemail if I don't pick up. It's a private voicemail box, not the answering machine I share with my grandma. Just kidding, she's dead. Hope to spank your all your asses very soon! XOXO

Season of the Scorpio

A lovely surprise showed up this evening when I was paid a visit by my newest bitch boy! Can he take a good face slapping. And I went at him hard. I always get a little over-zealous when I find nice new bitch boy. The little slut likes a nice paddle on his ass too! (And when I am being a little slut, I like the paddle too!)  It's like my birthday came a few days early. And speaking of birthdays, mine is a few short days away and I love getting naughty presents (My wishlist) over flowers any day. I love to play the most, but presents are a very close second!


Let's play very soon. . . Sophie Blue

Slaves and Sobriety

Happy All Saints' Day! I was raised a nice Catholic girl so I have to say that. Wait a minute. I lapsed and grew up to be an atheist. Nevermind.
I met a lovely young man on the streets of West Hollywood last night. He is an ex-Marine and quite a strapping stud. He humbly admitted to me that he'd love to be my personal slave. Oh, sometimes the planets align and good things fall into Mistress Sophie's lap! And he lives down the street from me!
I didn't say yes however. He needs to show me how bad he wants it. In my secret fantasy, he shows up at my door in his costume from last night (shirtless cowboy) with wonton soup, dark chocolate and Bombay Sapphire. Then, in between sips of my dirty martini, I treat cowboy bill to some ballbusting. I kick him, over and over, right between his legs. So hard that I get a bruise on my foot and cowboy has to rub it out. . . sorry, I spaced for a second. Just visualizing. . .
I would never drink and ballbust of course. It's just a fantasy, the drinking. The ballbusting is reality.