If you were to spot six-foot-plus piece of plush femininity Lorraine Spaughton strutting down the street in her five-inch spike heels, you would not need to ask why her followers refer to her simply as “Tall Goddess.” Two come-on lines are out of the question when approaching Lorraine: Neither “Oh, gee, I thought you were someone else,” or “You know, you remind me of someone I used to know,” carry any credibility when addressed to a woman whose bust line hovers above the hairline of the male of typical height. And what a bust line it is–jutting out like the balcony from cloud nine. The face is evocative of prime Jayne Mansfield, and the ass makes the offer of suffocation by flesh sound alluring. Rumor has Lorraine functioning as a dominatrix by trade. Who among you would not submit?
