No, Perfect Villainess is not just another Smoking Fetish site, it’s much more than that. It’s about Femme Fatales, guns, shiny gloves and dazzling outfits as well. There’s even a touch of Femdom in it, because these Ladies are lethal to the bone. When I was asked to review the site, I promised myself to do a professional job. For once. So I logged in and picked one of Miss Irina’s galleries. Watching Her, pointing a gun at me or blowing smoke in my face was like walking into a knock-out before the bell rang for the first round. My professionalism disappeared without a trace and I never saw it again. I WOW-ed from one gallery to another, like an addict with a limp. Elegant Ladies like Irina, Alice, Eva or Sophie or Letizia (to name a few), will literally take your breath away. Or blow your head off, depending which gallery you’re in. Perfect Villainess opened its doors in January 2015 and has over 22.000 smoking hot pictures (1066×1600 pixels) online right now. More beauty is added once a week. You can either download the pictures separately or go for the zip file. The site is easy to navigate and you can use the tags to find your Fetishes. Easy does it. So visit Perfect Villainess to see more.
My work-coach at the unemployment centre was Miss Summer. Ridiculous name if you ask me, because She was as cold as ice. She told me She had a job for me and handed me a piece of paper. I freaked when I saw the job-title. Come on, that was not a real job, was it? It was ridiculous! But Miss Summer told me I had no choice, it was either this or the gutter. Well, I didn’t see much difference between the gutter and the job She had in mind for me, but I gave in. So the next morning I went to this villa where Madame Marlboro and Princess Pall Mall ordered me to open my mouth. They both took a long, close look, as if they were hoping to find a hidden treasure in there. I’m not impressed, Madame Marlboro said, but it’ll have to do for now. They brought me to a table with a hole in the middle and ordered me to put my head in there. And there I was: a human ashtray. Eighteen hours a day, seven days a week eating buts & ashes. Well, you have to swallow it, as they say. At least the Ladies are smoking hot, that’s something I guess.