Sext & Chat with Madison

I am a girl accustomed to northern winter climates and more than a little out of place in this sweltering summer. It turns me blushing hot and restless, and in need of someone to distract me. The first thing I do when I arrive home is fling aside my clothes for the relief of being only in my bra and panties! Soon enough, the heat tempts me to remove even those, the better to offer myself to the cold air of an open freezer, or plaster my body up against the vents of a fan. If the lack of human distraction persists, my recourse is the shower, turned to the coldest temperature, caressing, refreshing every inch of my skin. Sure it perks me up and brightens me! Option Two, custom-made for you-know-who: You: I have no use for you, yet you keep coming back. You enter on your hands and knees to grovel, praise, submit, obey and serve. To serve me as the only way to cleanse your dirty, pitiful self. You come a supplicant, prepared with your time, energy, loyalty, and monetary offerings. Only the largest offerings elicit anything more than a wilting gaze. Let it drain from you until you have nothing, and so become nothing. Only then would you be one with everything in orgasmic surrender, with the chance of emerging renewed from your disgusting, soiled state of being. Me: I am the Queen of Cups. I am goddess, not of your world, yet also the sum and essence of all your mountains, rivers, whirlwinds and black holes. Fiercely, erotically alive and omnipresent. Only a rare few have earned my tenderness. Don't expect that it's going to happen with your pathetic gestures, but you can try.