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     She called earlier today and it made me smile. I have done many, many twisted, fucked up sleazy, hot little scenarios with this lady. She got out of rehab a few months back and felt it was best to get away from the Llano Estacado and go elsewhere to get healthy. She’s back and wants to lead me into some sort of bondage, cbt, breathplay bout of head spinning release.

     She’s just under 6 feet tall, usually has a punked out hairstyle and in her prime a few years back, she had a body that was truly Xena warrior princess taut and tantalizing. As the booze and other substances took their toll before she hit rehab, she got a little chunky but she is still a dear, sweet nasty bit of business.

     She was raised by a family of bikers and has retained that rough-hewn quality. When she manhandles you, you keep your safeword handy or she would seriously inflict ouchy harm from hell.

     And she is comfortable with deviancy. Years ago I was fussing about my sexual predilections trying to stir up a good ol’ case of down home guilt. She said in a no-nonsense and (for her) nurturing manner, “you’re just a freak.” Bless her heart, she meant it as a benediction, a moment of acceptance between damaged, lost souls and then returned to trussing up my privates with some cord of some sort.

     She’s a sweet kid and I may buckle now that she’s back in town. My good old girl biker punk stripper chick with a flair for the ol’ bdsm.

     I’m writing this paen to fetish model Isobel Wren while I’m listening to Christian artist Audrey Assad, who I adore. Jesus and hot bdsm thoughts flow together in my world rather handily. It may be a Red State thing. We get our freak on but we can also waltz with the ultimate crazed Jewish rabbi at the same time. We call it depth but it sounds kinda surreal, doesn’t it?

     Part of my need to lose myself in long distance lust and admiration for Isobel is due to the retirement of Melissa Troutt, the previous hottest model in the world you might not be totally familiar with. Oh well, Melissa wrote something about wanting to use her talents for things she believed in. I wish her luck and will disengage from my low grade obsession.

     Now to Isobel Wren. Long, leggy and simply scrumptious. In several photos she wears glasses which feeds into some sort of being bent over the desk and violated by the hot young substitute teacher. Oh my…let me take a moment….thank you.

     Isobel does mostly fetish modeling and she has a wonderful, open and somewhat wholesome gee whiz quality in the midst of all this kinky, spreader bar, ball gag business that occurs in her portfolio. She has one of those 18th or 19th century faces, so that also enhances the contrast of that angelic face and those other mesmerizing aspects of her photos.

     Let me say my stalking is non-existent. Going back to my old newspaper days when I was in the Navy, you gots to have a catchy headline, that’s all. I did ask Isobel’s permission to make reference to her in my blog and she kindly agreed. I will make her the third link I’ve ever done, joining the august personages of Angela St. Lawrence and my patron saint of nasty, Tatum Reed, Pop Whore. All fab ladies.

     From what I’ve been able to ascertain so far, she just models and doesn’t do any session work in the joyous world of bdsm. But if she ever does, I will happily belly up to the spreader bar to be in her presence.

     The photos are sexy as hell and they give me fodder for flights of fanciful frenzy. Isobel, you are magnificent!