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I can be one or the other but I cannot be both... I have been down this path before and have returned to because here I can be myself. Life has a funny way of telling you when the time is right. I had that opportunity before and I let go of that branch. I sit here, wait and contemplate of what might have been and what can be... Some people come into our life for a moment some people stay for a life time either way a footprint was left..
Having said that I won't be a fool and rush into just about anything or at very short notice. I have made that mistake a number of times and got the t-shirt (a number of times). I am not here to have vanilla "fun" or be your fantasy. Your experience on any site is what you make of it. If you want to indulge in dirty chat or try pushing your fantasies onto me then I will ignore you. If you're sending out email asking me to come over right then and perform sexual acts, or if you're not respectful to me, i am just going to delete your email, block you and pretend you don't exist.

I would like to explore light and dark, depending on my mood. I am looking for genuine contacts and hopefully taking things further with the right people. I am not new to the scene and have been in the lifestyle for a few years now . This does not mean I am on my laptop 24/7 trying to meet people so patience is key if we start swapping mail or chatting.
Vanilla can be a delight, but sometimes I am in the mood for a stronger flavour...
I have a taste for adventure, and my tastes are dark and wild. If you are familiar with the Libertine way, then you'll be familiar with the way in which extremes of experience can really make the skin tingle and the brain buzz ...
I am looking for clever and imaginative people to help me explore my dark side and take me through adventures that none of us are likely to forget. Only those with imagination need apply. So if this is you, then get in touch. I'd say I don't bite, but, hey!!!
"actus me invito factus non est meus actus" (the act done by me against my will is not my act)

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4/12/2013 6:09:02 AM

Verification

 

I can confirm "Cleis

" are a lovely and genuine couple.  We cammed and chatted till the early hours and had so much fun.  I'm still baffled as to why they have had no meets off here.  Hoping to meet them sometime next month.  xxx K xxx

 

1/9/2013 7:14:22 AM
Yes I look forward looking back can be hard and weary. She has given me a positive attitude with reflective tendencies, I have laid awake wondering where my life went so wrong and relaying my hideous dark past. My mistress tells me I remind her of her before ... I shared her energy and passion her working 12 + hour days to create something for herself, the looking and longing for that somebody that could perfect everything. I sought it in the arms of the wrong lovers. I was looking for love and excitement, for that which makes the pulse tingle and falter the heart race. I myself found madness, and all the glorious, harsh, pictures thoughts and experinces that psychosis brings. I myself just a shell of the person I was and long to be again. How can she be so beautiful? so perfect? and yet see something in me that I cannot see myself. That is the truth and the question that I ask endlessly. For when I look deep down within my soul, opening up that Pandora's box with the dusty slammed tight lid. |I see nothing but dark, lonely, black, empty pain. The pain that I have felt and in which I have inflicted on others. My soul is not light and dancing and free its hooked up to all kinds of torture. Maybe she see's that too and this is the perverse that she likes, I know she would love to push my buttons and see how far she could watch me fly. The release of that is something so strange and dark it scares me and at the same time envelopes me into a state of reflective consciousness. Mistress fears she would go to far, hurt me and for what reason and why. Maybe I am envoked with a sense of despair that my seemingly adored Mistress can be so twisted and dark. Like me - that She has no right to want to inflict pain on me and lets face it on herself. For how it would be painful but delicious to bruised and marked by her to hold me down her hands throbbing around my smooth, pale, swan like neck. Alas the guilt and the tears afterwards would no doubt also be wonderful. She knows I do not want her to think Like this to not mention or utter such things, I wants her to forget it all but how can she when she is as excited as I am. So now we walk in circles and dodging our way around the burning hot issue, and for what reason. That she is kind. You never get what you want by being so its to be ruthless that gets you what you want. l myself know well enough what it takes to be a libertine. Alas who am I to judge. So it is what it is...
 
de fumo in flammam 
 

1/4/2013 5:36:37 PM
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr 
 
Can I eat your tears please? are they salty mmm not very refreshing. Will it caste out your soul? Happiness being a state of lovely consciousness. Aww but why so sad? I'm seriously considering a lobotomy to talk to you, when your in this mood the "argumentative state" It sends my head reeling. Why do you have to be right? correction think your always right. Its impossible to talk to someone who doesn't listen its no way for a communicative relationship! aww but boy you find the time to talk to others dontch ya, is there something in it for you a shag maybe? who knows do you think I’m crazy. I am a little that’s what makes life oh so interesting.
 
 
And so the point I have never meet somebody I can't win an argument against, but In the name of plagiarism "you cut and paste and twist, like a tabloid journalist". I'll take belle de nuit any day.
 
 
Sometimes I feel like a lady of the night correction no lady just the flower.
 
Am I tender to you, please tell me? I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Something along the lines of you annoy me but I adore you still.

1/2/2013 7:56:10 PM
I would tell you that I'm fine you pushed me to far,
 
Bothered or not? These are the thoughts I contend with Diana Vickers on the radio.
 
"I'm only gonna let you kill me once",
 
aww but that so isn't true you killed a bit of me and my respect with each painful remark. So now guards up even with someone darling.
 
"It was something like an initiation into the social world, a taste of forbidden fruit. And as he put his hand on the door-knob to go in, he experienced an almost voluptuous pleasure." - Madame Bouvary. The best way to describe how if felt how can someone compete with that? being lead into a secret sect where everyone condones all sorts of sordidness. Where passion overtakes and leads you just to the carnal act. Yeah I admit it was bloody impressive, but its all just a detachment from reality everyone in a bubble pretending its not detrimental to just fuck another human being with no feelings there, how can that be good sex? Knowing someone for 5 mins and not even asking them there job to go to a room with rubber sheets.
 
Deviate from your spirit scheme to get women into bed for the ultimate fuck. Which you'll never find will encompass anything until you accept yourself. Yeah its exciting but where’s the fulfilment? Fumble with every pussy you can lay your hands on. Missionary in both senses, touch the mythology of it all, BUT don’t pretend you cared.

1/1/2013 8:04:02 AM
So a young boy sits opposite me on the bus what to do oh what to do? He is only listening to music. Or is he de. I think his more nervous than me, he, he. HE looks scared and actually quite ill id say pale, pasty like he is ready to throw up one of mummy’s home cooked meals. I don’t know what makes me think of this young pup’s mother but I would bet my life on the fact she has been trying to fatten him up of late, and she just doesn’t get it. Why hasn’t he put on any weight? Tis ok hey ho he is a growing lad. His complexion worries her and he should be out of this hormonal spotty stage by now, she cries a lot lately placing the rumours into the back of her mind, stacked high against her own suspicion quite a little wall is building and young Johnny well his so convincing. TING TING next stop self denial.Shit I think I must be staring he doesn’t do eye contact this one. Oops he moves away.The girl to my left is far more brazen, she’s screaming down the phone bout “you’ve never even met wow thought you were Bessie-mates”. I assume my space, what an awful shade of lipstick she is wearing. Really purple isn’t your shade honey. Any who so moving on more phones, more tales, more stories.I look around not too many interesting peeps too scrutinize, there’s a bloke in a suit funny he looks more like a tube dweller you know the type? He’s the one who pushes so hard against you, your sure that your this season’s new wall paper I like this people watching malarkey hmmm wonder what vibes I’m giving off sad looking girl jotting down observations in note book. The person next to me, she's a lady in her late 40's wearing jeans and a military style jacket she obviously tries to keep up with the latest trends and what the kids are into. Well she keeps trying to see what I’m into (hence the insult). I think about writing a listy to freak her out, fuck it I do it
 
 
KILL KILL KILL DIE MUTHER FUCKERS
 
 
CHLOROFILM
 
 
GAFFER TAPE
 
 
ROPE
 
 
GUTTING KNIFE
 
 
CARVING KNIFE
 
 
RAZOR BLADES
 
 
SALT
 
 
BLEACH
 
 
BLACK SACKS
 
 
CLING FILM
 
 
NAILS
 
 
CANDLES
 
 
MATCHES
 
 
CIGARETTES
 
 
PARACETOMOL
 
 
AXE 
 
 
 
 
 
I think the list works. Ting Ting is it her stop or not? I wouldn’t get off a bus if some weirdo was writing a list or would I? I ponder on the thought for a good few minutes and start to feel guilty alright not that bad!Ting my stop so I climb off the bus. I head home in the normal direction and a women catches my eye, she is sitting with what appears to be her husband on the edge of the park opposite some working builders. I try to maker myself smaller to evade the inevitable smutty comments. This woman on the other hand seems to have silenced them. They are all trying to avoid eye contact with the couple. My attention is nearly diverted by a pair of teenagers smoking dope, when I realise what there up to. Obviously there hitting a stale patch in there marriage and are spicing things up. The women is doing a Brittany legs akimbo and her husband (there are rings) is just sitting there like a twat with a smug look on his face. She is quite attractive in an FHM kind of way there is nothing subtle about her she’s all blond hair and fake nails. he on the other hand isn’t much to look at just your average pencil pusher in a suit. I realize I’m staring and start to feel l8ike I should be wearing a rain Mack. When the lady in question with a nudge front her husband starts heading towards me."excuse me love" she uttersI think to myself hold on a minute, please don’t tell me I am getting initiated into someone's sexual fantasy. I wait for the obvious chat up or come on when to my surprise she just asks the time."its 6.30" I reply"Thanks very much where you heading?" she asksI am just about to respond when I drop my note book.
 
 
KILL KILL KILL 
 
 
DIE MUTHER FUCKER
 
 
CHLOROFILM
 
 
GAFFER TAPE
 
 
ROPE
 
 
GUTTING KNIFE
 
 
CARVING KNIFE
 
 
RAZOR BLADES
 
 
SALT
 
 
BLEACH
 
 
BLACK SACKS
 
 
CLING FILM
 
 
NAILS
 
 
CANDLES
 
 
MATCHES
 
 
CIGARETTES
 
 
PARACETOMOL
 
 
AXE 
 
 
 
 
 
Stare up at us from the muddy grass. The woman looks terrified and shuffles off. I giggle to myself as I make my way to the nearest pub. Any way you know what they say about strangers and the Park.

12/31/2012 4:28:06 PM

Happy New Year to all the true and genuine people on here and I hope you find what you are looking for.  xxx


To all the fakes and fantasists...Go to Hell!!!


12/31/2012 9:33:34 AM
I wanna lay down and ........ 
 
What exactly?
 
Fuck?
Laugh?
Cry?
Die?
 
A simple girl with something new to add or say, do, or not do, pissed conversations with crowded people in a crowded room.

12/30/2012 7:59:45 PM

I’m always wanting that just something more the little out of touch or view. A cloudless sky I'll wish for rain perhaps that's just my Britishness and preoccupation with weather, but it applies to most things! Even in the midst of some heavenly oblivion some part of me longs to be sober and not quite so damn reckless.  I often be-friend the homeless. This isn't because of some ideology that we are all the same. It's the point of fact that if I lost one more iota of common sense and my family and friends abandoned me I could quite easily slip through one or all of societies cracks, and end up living in this slightly invisible sub - division of society.  A re-current theme is my "niceness" being too much and them (the homeless) squandering my hard earned pennies with not so much as a backward glance.  My naivety marking me out as a Muppet and therefore easy game. I suppose this resonates with the fact that I'm being taught a life lesson in trust and just better wise up. Normally it isn't given a second thought.   Glee is probably the only emotion encountered at having such profound luck as wandering across such a nit wit. I've lost count of the number of times I've given something for nothing.  The maiden in me still seeks the libertines that will wisk me off to a castle.  I must really be some kind of romantic fool as I do believe that I can change the unchangeable. I just cling onto the tangible point of a lie like a life line. Oh come on people we all do it! but for my part I actually start to believe my own untruths. What I tell my friends and family no longer become fiction.  There comes a point where being used is no longer fun, but this is all part of the game. I never have the toe tingling mind numbing orgasms that I get whilst being used both sexually and in servitude.  It's like an addiction a bigger high than any drug and it lasts for as long as my money and self respect allow. Always the dark side of life has intrigued me loving to walk on the wild side.  I dream of running away and laying down and no longer consuming the four walled suffocating air that constitutes the oxygen in my bedroom. Sometimes I sit and think what kind of fucking person am I? But like I’ve said before I love those halls of darkness. If the human race is a representative of good and we are all divine I think some how I'm also filled with the devil.


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