PandoraDuPont





We exist for a moment.















 

Briefly are these bodies ours




















Let me be your
bridge
from the ordinary to the extraordinary.

























Together, let’s unbox
a world of pure imagination and pleasure.

















About  Me:















Age: 32
Sign: Taurus
Breast cup: 32-DDD (all natural)
Weight: 130 lbs
Height: 5'6
Shoe size: 9
Eyes: blue/green
Hair: blonde
Citizenship: USA & Europe (dual)
Languages: English preferred
Education: Ivy League Ph.D in STEM
Allergies: none
Diet: pescatarian
Favorite gifts: organic skin care products, artisanally made/coture small-batch sex toys, dildos and butt-plugs, extraordinary textiles and yarn (If I’m not coding or fucking, I’m knitting)























P.S.












PROPRIETY SOCIETY

March 3rd, 2025

enter at 5:30PM &
7:30 PM

5-star Hotel, central D.C.
Cocktail or business attire required.
Blacktie optional


join the waitlist

    













P.S.
PROPRIETY SOCIETY 











My Kinks










I don’t believe that discretion is the better part of valour...








...unless it’s the internet.

politely email me for the password to
open Pandora’s

















yes,
airbrush
airbrush
airbrush
 airbrush,
but...




















 
...my natural boobs
really do look this good
in a pushup bra...








                                 


I am yours

















Depending on who you are,
 temporarily or permanently.






 In either case, I really am.













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~/body<mine>go git it_









































I hope to hear from you.

Xoxo,
Pandora DuPoint















PS:
I’m not a pianist.

So why do I feel so good when I’m bent over a Steinway?














Touch this 












Do you see how I look
a little shy?

                                                                                                                                              

       



I hope you get to see it in my eyes....






How I’m trying to hide it?




        
    




  How I feel ashamed,
but aroused?


                                                                                                Stoic, but spinning inside myself






I hope you’ll take me there.









Once Upon a Time






When I was finishing my PhD, my thesis advisor liked to introduce me as “the dutchess”.

To my chagrin, I was unable to convince him that my actual title (not a dutchess) grants me no particular benefits or responsibilities whatsoever.

The remaining value of my paltry royalty seems good for one thing only: offering you the plausible fantasy of having your own depraved, aristocratic submissive to defile.

(Though  I suppose if we were to grow especially close, there are a few small family castles to visit.)




































Love 
is reckless; not reason.
(Reason seeks a profit.)















Desire: 
It comes on strong;
consumes me, unabashed.