A Perfect Man?... Meme....

Well I've been Memed...

This Meme originated with Miss Scarlet who passed it on to Roses who gave it to Hayward who has kindly passed it on to me. 

Sounds like tracing partners at the pox doctors clinic ... "Well Princess your tests are back and it looks like a nasty case of Meme. Who else might have been exposed that we should notify?"

A rather unsavoury social disease that it is. You just never know when you might get it...But the culprit is more than happy to tell you that you are getting the next dose...

And... Well... I quite like doing them. But don't tell anyone else

 Sorry I'm a little tardy in my response but I have been a little under the weather this past week... No really... Breathing feels like razorblades, a Rib breaking cough from hell and temperature raging in the low 40's
Off to the "Pox Dr" Tomorrow...

In the meantime here is my effort.

Princess' secret ingredients for the Perfect Man....

1. He must be in possession of a wicked sense of humour and enjoy a bit of fun. A cute smile and a little glint in his eye. 



2. Is able recognise the need for and respect each others space.

 We don't have to be joined at the hip. But can pursue our own separate hobbies and interests and... if they overlap sometimes well that's just a bonus...


3. To be able to communicate his needs and emotions openly and honestly.

 I am not a mind reader and therefore can't always know what he's thinking or feeling. But I am more than willing to listen because I am genuinely interested in him and I care.

4. Is a good listener.
And can just lay with me without expecting it to lead to sex. Oh I forgot. He's a bloke and so am I..Well that is just not going to happen......
Maybe after he's listened enough and hasn't started snoring...5. As you are well aware. Looks in a man are unimportant to Princess...
 as you will have probably noted from the numerous and often repugnant bush pigs that I have posted here at "The Palais" over time...

I realise that I am no Caravggio myself... but I'm comfortable in my own skin.

 So... as long as he doesn't make me vomit when I meet him and similarly when he meets me... I'll be happy.

6. I must insist however that he be a male and in possession of a fully functional cock.
Knowing exactly when and how to use it.

7. He will buy me flowers just because he want's to. Without the need for occasion or sense of obligation...
 Same goes for chocolates or alcohol or any other little trinkets he wishes to shower upon me.
Just to surprise me occasionally.

8. Must have a sense of adventure and not just in the boudior...
The same old same old can get a little tiresome.
A willingness to break from routine and embrace the occasional change would be admirable..

9. A complete absence of the driving need to posses the latest fad, trend, gadget or material social status item so as to be seen to be "keeping up with the Jones'" is also a very attractive quality.

Nor should he be obsessed with making oodles and oodles of money.
It can buy you neither love nor happiness.


10. An ability to scrub up well in a suit and tie and smell like a real man...
Mmmmm....Delicious...
11. An ability to write love letters penned by his own hand and in real ink would be a big turn on... 
To have a little Artistic Bent might also be nice..

12. The possession of a thorough knowledge of intimate seduction...

 Including but not exclusively involving candle lit moments, the burning of insense or aromatherapy oils, wonderfully sensual massage and appropriate mood music would be an advantage. Did I mention Flowers?


13. As a considerate soul he would always remember to leave the toilet seat up... And Always Always Flush...


14. Above all... He must posess a demonstrated ability to remember my name rather than his alleged terms of endearment ...
 One does get rather sick of being referred to as..."Hey slapper"... "are you awake"...    "Bitch...I'm feeling horny get on your knees." or just "Come over here and open your mouth I've got something for you Slut"


Now, like every cock loving man I don't mind being stabbed in the back with the occasional throbbing hardon during the wee hours of the morning...
If I'm not feeling in the mood though I will insist that he gets up and takes it out for a piss...
Nor am I averse to assuming the kneeling position and responding to his fantasy names whenever the mood takes him during our "role play" sessions...

But...Outside of those times...

For Fucks Sake Call Me Princess...

*Note to self... Go out and find a nice man that is willing to start seeing me that learns my name first...*