A face this pretty shouldn't be without a Valentine...

But alas, because Russel Stover doesn't count, I am valentineless this year.

Unless, of course, some kind gentlemen wish to take pity on my lonesome self and spend some time with me next week, February 9th-11th, during my visit to Boston.

For those who are unfamiliar with me, my name is Kiki. I'm fucking fabulous and a fabulous fuck. I enjoy battery operated knick knacks, pulling hair, traveling to foreign islands, breaking headboards and finding new, creative uses for peanut butter. I'm charming, open minded and the only games I believe in playing involve x-rated dice or little green houses. I am as authentic as they come and what you see is what you get.

Fans of spinners, fake mammaries, fake orgasms, fake personas and all other forms of fuckery please exit immediately, as I am psychic and can tell that you and I will probably not mesh well. However, if you're feeling brave and are looking for a refreshing change of pace, look no further.

All info including rates, photos and contact information can be found on my website, kattimakittykatt.com.

Make like your name is Cupid and shoot that arrow into my butt. Yes? Yes.