Tuesday, 1 April 2025

Goddess Worshipper's Diary: The Blonde At The After Party

Last night, I watched a blonde model get ritually spanked in public. 

I thought I'd start this story with the shock payoff - and then explain to you how it all actually happened! 

I had managed to get myself an invite to an elite adult industry party, one of the developing benefits of all the work that I put into this blog, the lifestyle and the networking.

The venue was a nightclub, with luxurious decor and a sexy crowd of industry insiders and amateurs. 

As I moved through the crowd, I noticed him almost immediately - a dark-skinned Black King who exuded power. Wearing a black suit and a gold chain, he stood with the sort of confidence you only see in alpha males who have conquered the world. 

But what really caught my eye was the exceptional young woman beside him. She was tall, with the most striking short cut blonde hair, which really caught my attention. The closest I can find as a visual comp is this image of Charlize: 


Her face was gorgeous, with beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing a sleek backless black minidress that hugged her figure perfectly. Her legs were long, tan, smooth and shapely in black stiletto heels. 

They made a beautiful interracial power couple. I watched them for a moment as they conversed with two older gentlemen, a duo of the most important adult producers in the room. 

The King had his hand on the tall blonde's bare back, resting there protectively, as if nothing or no one could touch her. The contrast of his dark skin against her smooth, tan back was mesmerising to me. 

I couldn’t help but slip into my natural fly-on-the-wall voyeur mode as I took in her gorgeous long legs and observed the way they stood together with such ease and intimacy.

As the night wore on, I found myself growing more and more relaxed by the vibe of the party. The gorgeous models, the conversations, the clinking of glasses—it was an adult industry scene that, frankly, I am barely a part of, but it felt like I belonged there somehow. Or maybe it was just my desire to.

When the event began winding down, I achieved something I was never expecting for the night: I talked my way into a private after party. It was being held in a penthouse room in a nearby hotel, and somehow, my persuasive charms had paid off!

I made it to the hotel with a small group of hopefuls, and we were invited up to the top floor. 

The after party was a whole different vibe. It was intimate - about twenty people in a spacious hotel room. The vibe was laid-back, but there was an undeniable air of expectancy, as a handful of gorgeous models interacted with a bunch of well-known adult producers. 

I felt a little like an outsider, to be honest. I didn’t know anyone, and everyone seemed to have their own group, their own conversations. It was easy to feel like I didn’t quite fit in. 

But I tried not to let it bother me. Instead, I took it all in - the models, the music, the easy mingling of sexy people who had likely known each other or worked together previously. There was a sense of familiarity among the group, and I could only hope to blend in, even if just for a little while.

So there I am: I’m standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city lights flicker below. The r n' b music hums in the background, a mix of ambient beats and low conversation filling the space in the haze of post-party euphoria.

I’m talking to the girlfriend of one of the producers, trying to keep the conversation afloat as I sip my drink. She’s animated, discussing some latest project, but my eyes keep drifting to the corner of the room. Where I spot her. The blonde model with the short hair. 

She’s sitting across from a Black King, but a different guy from earlier, listening intently to whatever he's saying, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the low light, her long, smooth, perfect legs crossed tantalisingly. She looks perfect, the kind of model beauty that would not be out of place at Fashion Week.

I don't recognize the King - he’s younger, tall, with an easy charisma. He's clearly someone who belongs here, just like her.

And I—well, I’m just here, trying to get through this conversation. I feel a little out of place, but I know better than to make it obvious.

The night stretches on, and the buzz in the room intensifies. The blonde model, for a moment, breaks away from her conversation, and I think, maybe now—this is it. She’s free. She’s no longer caught up in whatever charm this young King has been laying on her. But before I can even make a move, the previous King / boyfriend enters the picture.

I’m trying to keep my attention on the girlfriend of the producer in my ear, but I can’t help but keep glancing over. The blonde model is now standing, smiling as her boyfriend pulls her to his arm and leads her to the couch where he is sitting with a small group of white men. A few words are exchanged.

When I look back, I catch something that knocks the wind out of me. The couple are sitting flanked by the same two older white gentlemen they were speaking to earlier at the event. And she’s kneeling in front of them. Yes. Kneeling

I just want to be free to be able to observe this scene, but the girl I'm talking to is still in full flow and I'm too polite to turn my back. Time passes, and all I can think about is turning round to take in the sight of the beautiful blonde model kneeling at the feet of the Black King and his allies. 

Then I hear it.

A loud - and unmistakable - SLAP rings out across the room. So loud, in fact, that there is an immediate hush to the conversation. We all turn to look at the source of the sound. It's come from the couch area.

It's a sight that I will never forget. 

The tall blonde is draped over the knee of the Black King. Her dress has completely disappeared. She is wearing only a black silk thong, and the black stiletto heels. Next to them, the two older gentlemen are watching so intently that nothing could distract. 

The Black King raises his hand into the air...and let's it fall...spanking the perfectly shaped rear of the blonde, hard. Her whole body shudders. Her face is buried into the sofa. Her body convulses, her breasts squashed into the couch under her. 

The King raises his hand again. He is measured. In no hurry. His hand falls and strikes the blonde's exposed rear once again. SPANK. Her long body twists in response.

I am staring, open-mouthed. I can see that the blonde's entire ass is glowing rose-red under the impact of her King's large open palms. 

The two older men sat with them on the couch are taking in every inch of the blonde laid out before them, staring with barely-concealed lust. There is some exchange between them and the King - I can't decipher what - and the three men laugh. The King raises his hand again and spanks the blonde's beautiful ass. SPANK.

There is something about this whole scene that is so deeply intimate and mind-blowing. My mind races as I try to make sense of it. I watch as the spanking continues - SPANK...SPANK...until the blonde is almost motionless across her King's lap, her face buried in the couch in surrender and her ass and the backs of her legs glowing pink red. 

I have no idea how much time passes. The spanking has stopped. The King is stroking the long smooth back of the blonde across his knee. Then his hand continues down, slowly, caressing the curve of her ass, slowly finding it's way between the glowing cheeks, and down, down, where it settles in the spot between her legs, finding its home and slowly massaging. 

It is a matter of just moments before the blonde lets out a deep, shuddering and prolonged orgasm. There is something intensely vulnerable as her long body releases and she buries her head deep into the couch in surrender. The two older guys have not taken their eyes off her, even as she lays exhausted and motionless they are taking in every inch of her. 

Not one word of the above account have I exaggerated. This is exactly how the scene played out and it is a scene that will stay with me forever. 

Some minutes later, the blonde is sat next to her King on the couch. She is putting on a pair of grey combat pants and a black crop top, her short blonde hair dishevelled and a light sheen of sweat across her smooth tan skin. 

There is a little vulnerability there - but her King puts a reassuring arm around her and she curls up next to him. He continues his conversation with the other men sat on the couch. They are laughing. 

It's past 2am and I feel like it is time for me to leave. The energy of the room has changed and I don't know these people well enough to settle in for the next phase. Quietly, I leave the room and head downstairs to find an Uber home. 

My head is still spinning, enamored with the beautiful blonde model who has just been spanked in front of the party thart is continuing upstairs. I don't even know her name. 

Saturday, 8 March 2025

Hero worshipping: Dezz

This Black King hails from Los Angeles. He's a personal trainer...


He's dating the very gorgeous and statuesque Hallie, also a personal trainer and emerging R n' B singer, song-writer, producer...





I think you'll agree with me they make quite the "power couple" - another example of the undeniable superiority of Black King / white queen couples that are redefining the culture...





Saturday, 22 February 2025

Scenario: Jen

Jen sat outside on the stone bench, the warm sun casting a golden hue over everything around her. 

She had been looking forward to this date all week. Steve had seemed promising. But now, as she glanced down at her phone, her heart sank. The text from Steve was short and dismissive: "Hey, I’m sorry, something came up, I can't make it today."

Her fingers gripped the phone tightly, and she let out a frustrated sigh. This wasn’t the first time a guy from the app had canceled on her. Why did she even keep giving them chances? 

As she sat, deep in thought, a deep voice broke through her haze. "Hey. You look like something's bothering you. I couldn’t help but notice. Can I say hi?"

Jen looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of dark brown eyes set in a strong face. The young Black man in front of her was tall and well-built, with an easy smile. He had dark black skin that glistened in the sunlight, his muscular physique a clear sign of someone who took care of themselves.

For a moment, Jen just stared, unsure of what to say. She hadn’t expected anyone to approach her. She’d thought the world was too busy for people to notice others in moments like these. But there he was, standing before her, his attention solely on her.

"Erm...sure, you can," she said softly, motioning to the empty space on the bench. "It's just... I'm a little frustrated."

He smiled warmly and took a seat beside her. "Sometimes life just hits us with things we don’t expect, huh?" He glanced at her phone for a split second before focusing back on her beautiful face.

Jen gave a small, almost bitter laugh. "Yeah. I was supposed to meet this guy, but he canceled on me last minute. Again. I guess I’m just tired of it."

The young Black man's eyes held hers. "I’m sorry he did that to you. You deserve a real man who’s going to show up for you."

She met his gaze, her frustration slowly melting into a small but appreciative smile. "Thanks. It’s nice to hear that."

"Anytime," he said. "I can’t see someone beautiful sitting here looking down. Life’s too short." His voice was warm. "How about this: I’ve got some free time. I could take you for a walk around the park, maybe grab a coffee. Just to take your mind off things, if you want to..."


Monday, 17 February 2025

Goddess worshipping: Paige - again!

I've posted about her previously - Paige is a tall, thicc, blonde, blue-eyed goddess who is an influencer and model from Canada. She literally makes me twitch with unfulfilled longing...




My heaven if I saw Paige out in public in those denim daisies, I think my head would explode! That body! 

Well, the bad news (or the good news?!) is that Paige is too good for me. She's been snapped up by Adrian, an alpha Jamaican business owner and investor...

Paige recently accompanied Adrian to a Jamaican Roots Festival - and we are lucky enough to be able to view some of their adventure via her postings...







There's something about these videos that does as much to trigger me as my top 5 BLACKED scenes - and that's saying something! 

It's all the elements combined: an exceptional white goddess, liberated by a Black King to free her sexuality and self-expression in a way that I know I never could - in an environment dedicated to Jamaican beats and culture. 

Paige is behaving in a way that she never would with me - at ease, care-free and deeply sexual - and that's surely the reason why more and more of the most gorgeous white woman are choosing to partner with powerful Black Kings. It is beautiful to behold and to worship girls like Paige from afar in bitter sweet sexual denial! 

Sunday, 16 February 2025

Goddess worshipping: Kate

Kate is a gorgeous blonde personal trainer, originally from Australia, now living in London, where she moved to be with her King. A fella as lucky as he is handsome! 

I do notice how many white Aussie girls go for Black Kings - and Kate is an absolutely gorgeous example of it. It's a deep thrill knowing that she's taken - another gorgeous goddess swept out of the game! 







Saturday, 15 February 2025

Goddess worshipping: Alexis ...again

I had to pay tribute once again to Miami goddess Alexis Clark - the statuesque blonde model and influencer who dates Black Kings. 

Knowing that a girl this gorgeous is off the market for us denied and #pussyfree cucks and is enough to make you want to retreat to the basement for a weekend of frustrated and tearful gooning! LOL

On a serious note - wishing Alexis (and all the gorgeous goddesses like her) nothing but success, love and happiness in the sun with her lucky King! 






Name: Alexis Clark
From: Miami, Florida
Height: 5 ft 11
Hair: blonde
Eyes: blue
Stats: 34C - 24 - 35
Piercings: yes

Friday, 31 January 2025

Goddess worshipping: Reese from Arizona, USA

No IR for this post - just pure gooddess worship of the very lovely Reese, a statuesque 5 foot 9 young blonde from Arizona, who is about as perfect as it gets.

Reese is a student, amateur fashion model and content creator, who enjoys sports, photography and product photo shoots. Here she is in all her glory. Those eyes! Those tan-lines...!








Height: 5 foot 9 
Hair: blonde
Eyes: blue
Stats: 34D - 24 - 34

Goddess Worshipper's Diary: The Blonde At The After Party

Last night, I watched a blonde model get ritually spanked in public.  I thought I'd start this story with the shock payoff - and then ex...