Author: Miss Dizzum

A Piss Legacy: Urine’s Place in Cultural History From ancient Rome’s fullonica laundries-where tunics were whitened in vats of collected urine-to Renaissance alchemists searching for “gold” in distilled bodily water, human waste has rarely been wasted. Physicians once inspected its hue as a diagnostic chart; tanners relied on its ammonia; early chemists isolated phosphorus from… Continue reading

Hot Babes for Cool Dudes Miss Dizzum is always up for some fun. When one of her friends suggested that she start an Only Fans, she thought, how lovely would that be, to provide cooling for all of the hot men about town! So she did exactly that. She went out and got all of… Continue reading

Enter From Behind To enter from behind is to enter with intention. Anal coitus, when performed on a submissive woman, is not merely penetration, it is trespass by invitation, the most intimate of invasions rendered sacred by its difficulty, its taboo, its history. There is no accident in this act. It requires preparation, trust, and… Continue reading

Sextants and Seduction: A Brief History of Nautical Passion Miss Dizzum never imagined her name etched on the hull of a vintage cruise liner, yet here she stands, Captain of the Love Boat, epaulets gleaming, lips salty-sweet from the spray. Tonight she invites you aboard not for dinner service but for something headier: a voyage… Continue reading

Collect Cum From Pussy There is something ceremonial in what happens after. In the quiet, sticky seconds post-climax, when breath steadies and flesh cools, some reach for cigarettes, but Miss Dizzum reaches for meaning. In this performance piece, she lies still, hips tilted, legs parted not in invitation, but in reclamation. A soft collection of… Continue reading

Hot Women Tug of War In what was supposed to be a test of raw grit and competitive fire, the epic Miss Dizzum vs Sydney Sweeney tug-of-war took a hilariously unexpected turn. Dizzum, eager as ever to dominate the rope, lunged into the match with a fiery battle scream… only to realize too late she… Continue reading

Miss Dizzum and the Sacred Math of Amateur Double Penetration At its surface, double penetration may appear to be the apex of physical indulgence, extreme, excessive, even gratuitous. But for those with a more architectural eye, it is an act of profound symbolism: an erotic geometry where two forces meet at a single threshold, amplifying… Continue reading

Tacos, Taboos, and Miss Dizzum here she is, Miss Dizzum, standing in a patriotic apron that barely covers her diplomatic assets, handing out tacos with the kind of eye contact that makes immigration officers sweat. She calls them “Trump Tacos”, not because they’re orange or confused, but because like immigration policy, they’re spicy, messy, and… Continue reading

Eyes Wide Shut In a garden of protocol and polish, where black suits stood like tombstones and eyes hid behind etiquette, she arrived soft in fabric, sun-bright in color, and utterly unarmored. Miss Dizzum in a yellow sundress is the kind of visual that rewrites an afternoon. When the mask was offered that sleek, blank… Continue reading

Two Cocks at Once There’s something undeniably primal, yet razor-sharp and intentional, in a woman choosing to drop to her knees between two big, hard men. Mouth open. Throat ready. Eyes steady. This isn’t porn chaos on shuffle. It’s choreography. It’s rough threesome oral as a statement. Not about being used, but about staging the… Continue reading