Don’t Look Now, But Satine Phoenix May Be Stalking YouBy Bobby Fairfield III
| Jun 10,2008
When Satine Phoenix was a teenager, she got her kicks following random people throughout her local shopping center and sometimes to their home. But she’s a natural huntress anyway, even without the new body art, and has been ever since her stalking fetish set in during high school. “Nobody can stalk better than me,” she said following a June 10 live chat with Naughty America. According to Phoenix, she began hunting in her teens, when she spent much of her spare time at the mall. She’d pick someone at random and follow him or her throughout the shopping center. Sometimes, she’d even track the unknowing hunted home; but she always left her urges at the door. 
Phoenix recently spent six months in Australia where she performed shows with a man who repeatedly tied her up, gagged her, muzzled her and sometimes set her on fire. “I like stalking,” she said. “Not for capture, but for the game.” The only time Phoenix actually pounced on her “prey” was in her mind, when she went home and masturbated over her horny hunt. Despite Phoenix’s passion to stalk and dominate, being submissive also gets her wet. She recently returned from Australia, where she performed shows with a man who was her “master.” “I moved to Australia with a guy to be his slave,” she said. During her six months Down Under, Phoenix was repeatedly tied up, gagged, muzzled, duct-taped, even set on fire. And she liked it. 
Phoenix has the same reaction to 'really good architecture and interior design' that her fans have to her sex scenes. Besides getting turned on by duct tape (“The smell of it makes me drop to my knees”), Phoenix has a weak spot for certain foods, like chocolate, and even specific design styles, like Norwegian minimalist. “Really good architecture and interior design is like porno for me,” she said. And let’s not forget her love for public sex, a fetish that may seem typical for a porn celebrity but is no less important to Phoenix’s personal pleasure. She still has fond memories of a night in San Francisco when she and a lover decided to screw in the backseat of a taxi on the way to a party. Though the driver said nothing during the entire “ride,” the fogged-up windows must have clued him in on the funny business, not to mention a certain scent that filled the air. “The whole cab smelled like pussy,” Phoenix said. Did you enjoy this article?
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