I can spot a fetishist from a mile away. There is a difference between a typical guy checking Me out, and the lost stare of one that is completely controlled by his weakness. They will be lost in the sight of My heels, legs, or if I'm on the beach I almost always catch a foot fetishist fixated on My feet. As far as My hair goes, I catch both men and women looking at, talking about, or even trying to touch My long, soft hair. I have had people stop Me in clubs and restaurants many times, asking Me for just one flip over My shoulder. And then there is you. No chance of ever touching My beautiful...

I can spot a fetishist from a mile away. There is a difference between a typical guy checking Me out, and the lost stare of one that is completely controlled by his weakness. They will be lost in the sight of My heels, legs, or if I'm on the beach I almost always catch a foot fetishist fixated on My feet. As far as My hair goes, I catch both men and women looking at, talking about, or even trying to touch My long, soft hair. I have had people stop Me in clubs and restaurants many times, asking Me for just one flip over My shoulder. And then there is you. No chance of ever touching My beautiful hair, or smelling My shampoo as I walk by, but you will pay Me just to watch. You can listen to Me talk about My long, dark hair, running My fingers through My soft strands, and you can pay for every minute that ticks by.