la petite Mort

Filming on chromakeyla petite Mort

Hiring for videos of the above topic. No experience needed. Over 18. A complete application includes name, age, height, weight, hair color, eye color, skin color, availability for phone call to discuss work, and when you are available for at least one hour, and more. Lots of other work available. Please put “Naughty” in the subject line of your email. Thanks.

la petite mort is not naughty.
blank verse allows so much interpretation.
as does, “Lots of other work available.”
Think of my work offering as a giant buffet, not unlike “old country buffet”  you can pick and choose, not everything may work for you, but, perhaps, there is something that does.  let me know your wants, your needs, your desires, and your passions.  (Not necessarily sexual, but that which makes you smile, or walk a little straighter. )  Talk to me, my princess, my buttercup, my empty pallet.  And let me know if you have any ideas that work for you.
Some are for marketing materials for three books I am writing.Some are for specific assignments, mostly from a model who worked for me about 11 years ago, here in town, who, with her husband develop websites to the extent that they have a webmaster on salary, in their office.  They develop the business for that website, then cut it loose, and let one of their staff handle the day to day while they go on to the next project.  They have worked with most of the models within the LA basin, and have about 9 or 10 people like me, know as “birddogs” who search for and develop new talent. Some projects are purely speculation, for portfolio work, or future projects. All projects use a standard model release form, essentially duplicating U.S. copyright law, which states that the artist owns the work, and can sell it. Pay rates are as follows, and are for still and video work.  The rates are developed by looking at the Screen Actors Guild pay rate for Independent Film productions, and also have some input from the pay rates used in the industry in the San Fernando Valley, in Cali.$20 per hour for clothed, including swimsuit and lingerie
$30 per hour for topless, if you want
$40 per hour for fully naturalPaid in cash, at the time of the shoot. I realize that most of the models/actors, in the area are students, or have other jobs, and a full 8 to 10 hour day is not going to happen.  I generally will aim for a two hour shoot, minimum, but, have also done one hour shoots.  If you have three to five hours free, we may take all that time. Before we get started, you and I will sit down for a discussion.The area of fantasy and fetish is challenging to define.  One persons kink may be terrible to another.  I will ask the following:
What level of clothing are you comfortable with
What level of language are you comfortable with
What level of personal interaction are you comfortable with.  (ranges from “Stay at least three feet away” to “That was good, can we do it again?”
What is your meaning of fetish?   Check Wiki for the full range of experiencesWhat is ok, what is not ok, and what is not ok, but might be ok, if these conditions are met. BDSM=  Bondage, Degradation, Sado, Masochism.  What is ok, and not ok.
All this is designed, so that when we are finished with a shoot, you don’t look at me, and say “I didn’t know you were going to do that!”  We are not shooting a Pepsi commercial,  we are exploring the edge.What your decisions, restrictions, and interests are will define what work I offer.Thanks for putting up with this lengthy diatribe.  If you are still interested, we can meet, at a McD.  With the subject matter, perhaps not in McD, or not in a coffee house is preferred.  Thanks.  W.

I’m not model material.  And frankly, 40 bucks an hour is just not enough…I’d rather maintain my Mistress position and let him videotape anything he wishes.

I am however, very pro orgasm and women doing what they wish with their bodies…so I wish you well in your search….and I love to learn– that is, your response was very informative without any risk to my safety… gotta love online ads for adventure and its own cast of characters.  Thanks for being so open.  R.

So, name your place for a no risk meeting.  I use McD because everybody can find it.  If I say Java Juice on the west side, where the hell is that.  If I say Einsteins, on the east side, nobody knows where that is,  if I say Starbucks, which one.  So, your choice-  princess, or slave girl.

Perhaps, Sir, i was not clear in my previous response?

I’m not model material, not slave material.

The pay is inadequate

and meeting invites risk to which I’d rather not expose myself

thank you again for your openness on your work and enjoy your weekend- R.

what would adequate pay be for your attentions, which would include what in particular?

My attentions were not part of your original ad, Sir.

Has your intent altered?

I am a male.
My attentions and my intent are subject to change in a New York minute (whatever that is).
Changing conditions in my stream of conscious modify and redirect my goals, motivation, ambitions, and desires.And you.  What is your quest?  Your search?  The questions you seek answers to, particularly when you answer ads of my sort?  Smiles, my princess.

I thought only women could get away with the changing-of-the-mind-on-a-whim argument…

I respond to job ads to fulfill my ever evolving living list…a variety of complex reasons which boil down to adventuring while I still can kind of approach.  I’ve met a variety of interesting people on-line,  most very, very kind and good people, everyone with their own baggage and needs… and flavors… I’ve done some interesting things but safety is always an issue. Really irritating actually…I’d like to travel in places where I would be safe as a man, but as a female, much more difficult.  See, I’m not much different than most women you’ve met, am I?

All women are a fine stew, of wonderment, adventure, kindness, and sometimes, more baggage than the basement of a Greyhound Bus.  However, that said, they tend to be fun to meet, fun to know, and sometimes fun to see in the real view mirror.  As far as safety, nothing starts as well as coffee at a cute little coffee shop, for McD is easier to find, it the location is not in your neighborhood.  What are your passions, not necessarily sexual, but those things that bring a smile to your lips, a bounce in your step, and something to thing about during quiet moments, when your thoughts belong to yourself?

Yes, we are…

ahh…those quiet moments when, finally, my thoughts are my own… what stirs me, you ask

  • reading, writing, red wine, coffee with good friends
  • mysteries and well told tales enjoyed on long car rides to somewhere and no where
  • art shows and dramas, conductors who feed off the pulse of the music they are making
  • dressing up, heels and a strong hand on the small of my back
  • touch
  • the pleasure of watching the mist cross the water, the sound of rushing waterfalls, sunrises that blind, and sunsets that soothe, the heat of a jacuzzi soak
  • the smell of grass and worms, in the spring, and fresh cut hay
  • holding a warm cup of coffee in my hands while sitting hip to hip with someone, and sharing good conversation
  • spas, reflexology, facials and pedicures
  • plucking plums off trees in the fall and sucking out the pulp and spitting the seed
  • the magic all around us
  • fire in the pit, a glass of wine in hand, faces lit by the flames
  • hands in my hair, longest fingers holding my head at the base and with the flesh of the thumbs pressed to each side of my chin, the thumbs crossing my lips, back and forth…
  • anticipation
  • good memories
  • that point of crying, after…sometimes
  • unplanned conversations and confessions in the night
  • silence
  • thinking, learning, living
  • connecting when I wish
  • his loft
  • my privacy
  • knowing what I know, doing what no one expects of me, hearing music again, making my own choices*

I could go on and on and on and on and on…

*a friend of mine tells me
1) the first line is usually what one is expected to say
2) the middle is complex and distracting and should be left for later exploration
3) the last mention is the real grit

I think that I might enjoy the sound of your voice as you tell me your thoughts.  perhaps while we walk thru a state park, perhaps with you sitting in front of me, with my arms around you, perhaps in a quiet coffee shop, with our eyes locked.  perhaps…..

ohhh, you are just falling for my words…

this happens…

He was never heard from again; and  she continued to live.   
#For Reticent Mental Property

Racy Emails and Reds




Do you like wine?  I love a big bold red.  And I love to swirl it on my tongue.  If you ever see me sip one, you’ll probably notice it. 

I view this as savoring a fine red. And that’s nothing I am in a hurry to finish. I am busy. You are consumed. I love sharing thoughts with you. Your responses are delicious. Please do not mistake this as me wanting to be pen pals. That’s not my goal. This is all about timing. And soon,  I am quite confident we will hit our physical stride.  I’m also confident in the end result. We will fuck and love each other comprehensively. 
I know it.


Well, then, my personal Master Sommelier, we shall enjoy your bold reds, and my oaky cabs with hint of tannins, and the leggy reds of fall, together.  Oh,  I have a love of wines, alright. And I’m in need of a man who loves to swirl them on his tongue and then find my mouth and take a sip of me. You are a what is known as a good pour, Sir,  and this going to be known as a good year.  Friend, lover, taker, giver…now we really must schedule a tasting.

Hear me laughing with you….Raise your glass,  L.

Cheers! Moi.

And You
Will be
Connecting on so many levels; mind, body and now bottle…
Yours,  L.
 She remembers the swirling, his tongue, the tasting….Delicious is right. 
# November 23, 2013 for Reticent Mental Property with photo credit to and Helen Hunt in The Sessions.

At the rail

RMPtangoI wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Emily Brontë– July 30, 1818: Reclusive and shy during her life, Emily Brontë achieved widespread fame after her early death at age 30, thanks to the publication of her only novel, Wuthering Heights. She was born in Yorkshire, England, 195 years ago today.(

Good week,

I’m here making my world what it is.

Went out on the town with the other half for dinner at the Storm Club, (ever been?) all dressed up for so little atmosphere…but i made the best of it…next time, my pick…sushi!  20 years + more of endless dating and delay, more than half of my life invested.

Spent the evening putting my energy into the same heat i throw on-line and with my various exploratory male friends. His response was as it should be. I’ve still got it! i wasn’t really wondering..i know i have it, have something.

And here are the snippets i cannot tell my facebook friends or my family…the woman in me must share the mind behind the story…i think just to save my sanity, to let my words document my perceptions so when i’m wavering, wandering, i can re-read them and stand strong…for me, these words are for me…

Good looking, athletic, financially secure and he makes me cum, and whatever else i’m supposed to be attracted to vs. how great it is that i have been with someone else this year and felt that stirring, that dizzy, consuming heat , was sweaty and thirsty after, with our smells muddled together like the cocktail we only wish we could order at the rail when we are wanting…this gives me balance after all these years.

I want it all. I took it all.

I have no regrets…when i wipe his saliva off my face with the back of my wrist after his kiss, when i lock the door to the bedroom when he stretches his arms over head and raises his eyebrows, when I nod and support the same passive aggressive issues about the office, the friend, the family member– different characters, different day….i am no longer fighting the giving of my time and self … i have my words, my mind and body content, have found my peace in all the chaos i create.

I am pleased, pleasured, peaceful…

I am a girl again, hardy, savage and somehow, still free…

#for Reticent Mental Property



D: Tell me about one of your most satisfying sexual encounters.

It is not a question. 

s: My most satisfying sexual encounters occur when I am in want, when I look him in the eye and have no need to look away. Time has stopped and I am in the moment, fierce and defiant and strong.  These timeless connections involve a lot of touch, some rough riding, trails of kisses from my mouth, down his body and back to his mouth, over and over.

All good times involve some flexibility, some complimentary whispers about hotness interlaced with gasps from him of “oh fuck” and “oh, like that, yesss” and always laughter, mostly mine,  and a trail of lacy clothing strewn from the doorway to the bed, draped over the back of the couch, a stocking on the stairs, my handbag on the table next to my rings.

Lasting a couple of hours at most, none involve physical restraints or blindfolds, though admittedly, the same effect is created by my hands pressing against his chest and my eyes, blind from my hair in such a mess it covers my face, all from moving over him while I am taking him in, by feel, just following the contours of his body and trusting that passion alone is more powerful than skill, at least early in the evening.

My hips show him my need. My body, shaking and trembling with the pure happiness in the act itself, truly takes over and I fucking love to be joined with someone, to take him inside me and deeply connect in this intimate way.

His response to me is largely reactionary because I so clearly find beauty in the way his hands interlace with mine and anyone can see this written on my face during, and after, if only he will take the time to brush my hair from my forehead, watch me getting lost in him.

Yes, I talk some, checking to see how close he is, weighing whether I want to let him take it to the point of no return or if I want to move to another position and interrupt him, always with plans to start again, in a different position and work my way to the same stride.

D: Perhaps you are not a sub at all, Mistress.


Once, after, while looking up at her, he reached his hand to touch her cheek, to trace the line of her jaw from ear to the point of her chin.  His thumb crossed her lips from corner to corner and in response she opened them to taste herself on his skin. He breathed deeply, sighed with laughing eyes and such contentment, exhaled, “You should patent your moves.” His was not a question.  




# For Reticent Mental Property, image credit to artist Peter O’Neil, website.

Raise Your Glass


I hope you do not see this because you are out having a good time… who are you looking at across the bar? 

Stop looking. Go and say something.

Better…walk to her, put your hand on the small of her back and lean in, just a bit, inhale, let your chest rise, take in her scent, close your eyes briefly, turn away slightly, and then give her a nod and a grin, raise your glass and walk away…

Never mind…that’s my move…

It may not work for men.


She remembers when he used to watch from across the room, waiting for someone to make his move.

#for Reticent Mental Property

Five Days


Conversations from Craigslist ads such as:



On Tuesday: Less than 7 minutes after ad is Posted in NYC listings

What the fuck are you talking about,lol.

Did you take your pill today maybe the wrong one or ones.

I found it kind of funny. Do you often ramble with a helmet on

swinging drool in every direction or are you the girl I would look

at and say shut the fuck up.

In any regards I guess it comes down to I’ll bend you over fuck the shit out of you and just tune your

endless babble out until the next time I summons you to come please me and oh by the way get me

a beer on the way out the door.

Thank you

f7ck you

get your own damn beer.
and i got flagged.
And You’re Welcome.
Well thank you now thats the way to talk maybe not the way I want you to use your naughty mouth though.
Ok Ok Im a pervert but can also be very nice I like to fuck around.
Check out my post from oh 2 days ago I think looking for naughty wifes and?????

there are several naughty postings out there. I’ve read them, wet, late in the night…
I apologize, but I’m not able to identify your specific bend-over ad, though, my friend kindly points out that you are probably just the kind of guy i’m interested in…if only i could find a way to speed up my common sense meter and verify “safe, sane and i can trust you.”
Tall order.
Exploration good. In over my head, not.
You needed a friend to tell you this all you had to do was ask me I would of
been honest with you. I am safe/sane fun/and oh get this respectful to you as a
person or piece of meat which ever you want to be. What other attributes should
a man have that you are in search of?
Oh yeah speed up that damn common sense meter and another one of my many talents
is a work on meters so if you need a service call let me know
Did they really get you wet?
What about them did?

Did I tell you I would wear a Super Mans cape to fix your meter,lol
Ok enough from me today have a great day
John Thick
Good morning how was your night?
Do you miss me yet?
Been thinking about how I would gag you and bend you over for a wild ride.
If I called you me naughty little whore in your ear would you fight back?

Maybe i would.


Maybe i’d like it.

but then i’d also tell you to fucking spell salacious correctly or you get no opp to bend me or get near my ear.


Ah ha

Now I will bend you over and say all kinds of naughty things in your ear

holding you down with my hands feeling you fight back saying no no but knowing

you want it and love it.

Then I will get the candles out pouring hot wax on you as you moan and fight me but

can’t get loose.

Do you know what I want to whisper in your ear ?


You know you actually make me hot for you.
I can feel my cock swelling but not yet to full potential.
I think I need you do something to me. My cock is starting to
ache for you.
Whats your stats so I can think about you better

Everyone is hot for me.

i got 25 responses off that ad.
no, you don’t get my stats.
cuz you fucking won’t or CAN’T spell for me.
stop being a puss and salivating over what you can’t take.
and get your ass outta my inbox.

There goes that naughty mouth again. Maybe I didn’t
spell correctly or correct enough for you but you seem like
the controlling type bitch that needs to be taken care of and
put in her place real good but thanks for talking and I will get out
of your fucking inbox. Have fun with all the twinks and poindexters
that you will find on here. Shit I thought you were better than what your
going to get fucking with them knobs.
Great luck you little whore

By the way I wouldn’t want to be in your in box you couldn’t handle
the fucking I would give you. You would probably fall in love with me
get butthurt often?

you want the last word so you can feel big and strong?
go ahead , send the final insult so you can walk away with your manhood intact.
i promise not to respond.

You know what
FUCK YOU you little bitch. You throw words around and reprimand people who might not
spell as well as you. Your a power trip chick who likes to control the situation anyway she can
because that’s what makes her pussy wet and makes you feel strong when deep down you want to give
up all control to someone else like me. Even if its only for a few hours being told what to do. You love having
me hold your arms being on top feeling you struggle and fight knowing that this is what makes your pussy
wet and all primed for me to shove my throbbing member into you. You will anticipate the first breaking of your pussy
as I slide into you. You want nothing more than to relax giving me the power and all you have to do is be my naughty whore
giving in to my desires and orders.
There’s your last words my little whore read them chew on them but please please don’t respond
John Thick

One more thing you naughty slut what the hell is butthurt?
You really do need to be punished with a good spanking for starters
but you r not that type of whore are you.
Good day
John Thick



 Miss me?

You lasted less than a week…

seriously. get some control.




He’ll meet her whenever and wherever she asks. She won’t. 

# for Reticent Mental Property



Let me get this straight.

I drive you to drink, to madness, to self-analyses of the worst kind. You beat yourself up. You beg for release, beg to be reeled in, beg to be slapped in the face.

My complications pull me back, you push yourself harder, into me. You do not wish away my giving, generous self. But your strength is in your desire, your weakness in your self-control.

I walk.

This gives you your first drunken chug-fest in years.

You break.

By day you ply yourself with Captain-n-cokes, call your old lover-now-friend. You write tender, telling emails, at a pace of 130 wpm and hit send over and over flinging them my direction.

Your neighbor sees you throw the empties off the pier as the sun sets on the lake, clear bottles, relieved of cheap pink wine.

This “thing,” this obsession; you admit how it makes you question your worth, your intention, your motivations.



And she is supposed to believe this is how one loves?

#for Reticent Mental Property