Well, that
is a question! Given I wouldn’t have to depart from my very own best friend
‘John’ (down there) I could actually settle with many beautiful names of the
female queendom - and enjoy life as a woman with an amazing name... and with hot boys of course, lolz :D
ELIZABETH - When I was young I always loved
children stories. Those amazing princes and princesses. Elizabeth would be my first
choice. I’d be that petit Lillibeth prancing around the stalls looking for a
stallion - Lizzie of the horsemen. This little Liz would be on it 24/7. No
stone would be left unturned when I’d hop on the saddle of My Little Pony
galloping away to the far-away kingdoms to meet my perfect (kinky) prince
charming.
JESSICA – I do like the sound of that name.
Dripping with lust, full with south-American passion, horny after hot day at
beach and yarning for men. Yes, why not. Jessica sounds like fun too. With the name Jessica I could also make puma-hunters tick. I mean who doesn't just adore Jessica Lang.
ISADORA - There is something that really
make me tick with the name Isadora. Isadora – like Isildur from the Lord of the Rings.
Formidable and still light footed. Dancing away on a podium making gongs dong –
stepping on that galvanized steel edge, twisting backwards, letting my hair curl down to hot guys laps and
pressing my boobs together whilst they'd press their noses into my bust. Gosh, why
not their cock actually. Yeah, Isadora sounds royal and lustful, formidable but
not too heavy and stuffy to be accidentally taken as Isolda – a fat cock-hungry
fart from the mid-west nearing her 60’s.
VICTORIA
- What’s the way
home Victoria? “That would be first via mine – a short but slow detour (just
saying) – and then, well fuck, you could just buzz-off when you’ve done, okay”.
Victoria sounds so snobbish and at the same time so prone to make it in the
men’s world. Victoria, she’s making it. She is doing it. She doesn’t care and
she loves it. Victoria jumps out of the wedding cake and wishes bride and groom
happy hell as she just did both thirty minutes ago. Victoria doesn’t give a
fuck – well she does give and fuck but that’s beside the point. Victoria does
it – and the rest – they’ll be the audience.
CLEMENTINE - When the sun rises Clementine
hops on her bicycle and starts her tour around Nice. Five star hotels first.
Breakfast rooms are full with men who didn’t get it last night. Eager to
accompany a lustful but serene Clementine with her Parisian accent and sharp,
thin and upward pointing nose. “She has nose for business” they lament. But she
knows best. Her nose in man’s crotch really is the business – for her. She,
after all eats men for breakfast and chuckles – before throwing them back to
the empty tables. For lunches Clementine doesn’t shy away. She dresses up,
applies carmine red lipstick and prepares her nude eyes for the light touch
of mascara. Her hair waving down her neck and lower back – locks of
brunette hair
gently brushed behind her left ear. She is hungry for lunch. She wants meat.
And she has never had a day without one. Clementine – yes, she eats. Breakfast,
second breakfast, brunch, lunch, luncheon, midday, snack, supper, dinner … she
does it whole day until the evening and doesn’t stop before the last order –
and then she retires on it. Yes, Clementine does it whilst others are thinking
about it.
AMANDA - yeah! Now we are talking. Name
Amanda brings to my mind the one and only Heather Locklear in her Beverly Hills 90210 debute. She is blond, feisty, cold-as-ice and
hot-as-hell, all at the same time. If Amanda doesn’t give you a hard-on then
no-one does. Men of all ages. They’d be so in for a treat was my name Amanda. I
could wear a bloody burkha and still get men. Heaving up my skirt, blinking my
eyes, and whispering slowly and with serious contemplation; “I … want …. you … now”.
Yes, I think I would work well as an Amanda
Lastly…
I really didn’t have to think too hard to be honest. The name is of course
Alexandra.
ALEXANDRA - Alexandra has
always been one of my favorites. My daughter will one day be called Alexandra –
unless I remain Alexandra myself which would make it a bit awkward… Alexandra -
It sounds quarter-Russian, quarter-Preussian, quarter-Swedish and
quarter-Dutch. Alexandra could also be Alex on vacays, when I wanted to let my
cock hang out a bit and I’d still wouldn’t be too far from the real deal.
Alexandra would bring a tad of fluxury to any crowd – and in particular in the
to the middle. She’d be the one to master it all. She could easily take one or
twenty. All up there or just treat them with her trained and eager mouth. She’d
finish when they’d all had their heart attacks and wills signed. She’d be the
Queen. Ah, I do like to sound of Alexandra on my lips: “My name is Alexandra,
Alexandra Jones – And, I bloody hell want it shaken