Devilishly Delectable Diablo
Diablo was a find…..a rare and wonderful treat in the most unlikely of places. I was in London, a dark smoky club on Piccadilly Square. I had traveled there for a fetish shoot, and decided I needed to let my hair down. She was in the back, flaming red hair, cooly looking at the minions trying to grovel at her feet. Even her snarl was sexy a hell. Very few women can make me weak in the knees, but her beauty was stunning. I sat back, at a table a few feet away, and just observed. She was handling all the attention beautifully, and didn’t even blink at the ones kind enough to bring her a drink….she just looked off in the distance, dropping an oh so not subtle clue they were completely unworthy of her. I knew then she would be my best friend. As one of them finally took his exit cue, I made my way over to her table, intoduced myself, and told her what a fabulous Bitch I thought she was, she threw her head back and laughed, and we have been friends since. This was 5 years ago. We talk daily, see each other monthly, and plan the demise of mankind on a regular basis *laughs* When I decided to launch myself worldwide, I knew of only one lady……my dear friend, Diablo Darrington. Now beware, she is not for the faint of heart. She is cruel, kind, and the sweetest
Fetish Queen Diablo
kind of wicked. You see, she will sneak up on you, and you will never see her coming. She can have any man wrapped tightly around her finger, quicker than most of them can utter the word “No.” Diablo doesn’t understand no….at all, so don’t try. She is as fierce as her red locks proclaim, and she will not be denied anything she wants…..yes poppets, that includes you. As tempting as her sweet voice is, her bite is far worse.
Do call her, often….you will be eating out of her palm before you hear the dial tone….you will fall in lust, and never be the same again…..but don’t say I didn’t warn you….
