First I would like to say that 'dusa does not live in da 'ville. She is oaktown all the way.

i have biblicly known Medusa for a dozen years now. One day soon, I hope she will be there the next time she charms my snake.

she has been an excellent friend and am looking forward to the next twelve years, if she would just call.

Many have spoken of her irresistible charms, her viper's tongue, her silken slitherings. These qualities are obvious to all who spend even a moment in her presence. But I want to tell the world that Medusa is much more than simply a world-class seductrix and expert teacher of sexual enlightenment. Medusa is a kick-ass, rock-solid friend, who has been there for me more times than I can count. She possess a clear and brilliant mind, with an intellect just as sharp as her fangs. And watch out for those fangs! Cuz the Snakequeen will always defend the people she loves, with such force and vehemence that no one even thinks to oppose her. I sleep better at night knowing she is in my corner. She has been such a profound influence on my life for the past eleven years that I honestly have no idea who I would be without her, and I don't want to know. I love her madly and value our friendship as sacred.

and yeah, she wields a mean paddle too!

Medusa is the queen of snakes. Her quick tongue, head of snakes, viper whip, deadly venom and sly snappy ways, will instantly put you into the nirvana of seduction. If you dare to step into her snake pit, beware the monsters hiding under the bed, couch and cracks in the walls. She is fun to snowball nitrous with, an amazing kisser and her husband has a great cock, which loves a nice saltine cracker blow job.

Medusa is a shining example of a woman who knows exactly what she wants, exactly how she wants it, and will not hesitate to give instruction how to do it. Getting schooled by her is an undeniable pleasure!

On a more personal note, I'm beginning to believe that if I am very, very good at all of the very, very bad things that I like to do, in my next life I'll be reincarnated as Medusa's pool boy...I'm working on my sunscreen application skills now, just in case.

A slow slithering begins to goose flesh my skin. The snakes of Medusa draw me into her trance which none has escaped. While I try to resist her grasp, the snakes begin their dance of seduction. I am helpless. I begin to fall into her arms. I rest my head between her busom and she cradles my intoxication while the snakes are working to the crescendo of their dance. My blood begins to boil, I can not feel any physical emotion except lust. I must worship Medusa and her snakes to be free of my confine. I fail, Medusa will now swallow my being and await for her next victim.