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summerisdreaming
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Bound to, and because of, love, I'm still looking for what I cannot miss. To my Love, I'm His dark angel. We are looking for a creature of light to bring balance, not for Him, but for me.
I'm looking for this creature of light with a longing for darkness, an angel balancing on the brink of the abyss.
she is looking down, and wonders if she can trust enough to take this step.
Which angel will trust Me, and takes the plunge........
Gebonden aan, en door de liefde zoek ik toch nog dat wat ik niet missen kan. Voor mijn Lief ben ik Zijn donkere engel. Wij zoeken een lichtwezen dat evenwicht kan brengen. Niet voor Hem, maar voor mij.
Ik zoek een lichtwezen met hang naar duisternis, een engel die op het randje balanceert.........
zij kijkt in de afgrond, en vraagt zich af of ze voldoende vertrouwen heeft om de stap te nemen.
Welke engel vertrouwt op Mij, en neemt die stap?
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Guys, I'm sapiosexual.
This means: I get turned on by intelligence. So reading is an useful skill if you want to interact with me.
I don't mind if you're dyslectic. Just give reading a try.
You might find out in advance if I'm interested in you, or not... |
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She enters the room. Quiet and demure.
I wait, see what she will do.
She’s uncomfortable, doesn’t know what to do, what to expect. So she kneels down, her eyes downcast, silent. She knows not to speak until she’s spoken to.
I keep quiet, and wait some more. The clock ticks, one minute, two minutes… Observing how her cheeks slowly redden, how the open hands on her thighs start trembling. Is it anticipation or fear?
Suddenly I get up, and walk around her, looking at her from all sides. I grab her hair, and yank her head down to her back. Startled she looks up, right into my eyes, and I smile. She closes her eyes, as I stroke her cheek.
I walk to my special closet, open it, and in the mirror doors I can see how she secretly takes a peak to see what is in it. I reach out for my bullwhip and see her shivering. I take it out and lay it down in front of her, rolled out, so she can see the length of it. I go back and pick up the rose flogger. Gently I let the roses caress her face. This whip too I lay on the floor in front of her.
Pulling on her hair again, I let her stand up.
“Take of your bolero, dear.”
Again I walk around her, looking how she stands before me. Her heavy breasts bare above her underbust corset, her skirt wide and long, and flowing around her ample hips. Around her hip a leather belt with 8 D rings. Picking up the back of her skirt and reaching beneath it, I feel the satin ribbons that will help me keep up the skirt.
I start with the ribbon right above her butt crack. Slowly I loop the ribbon through the D-ring and make a knot. I step back to see how her skirt barely shows her butt. Then I reach for the ribbons to the left and right of the first one, and fasten those. Now I can see more of her lovely white cheeks. It’s not enough for what I’ve got in mind, but for now it’ll do. |
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Enigma
Resolute in my tenderness
Tender in my resolution
Shifting frontiers, searching for what is giving with Love
Don’t expect orders at the door, expect an informing look, in which you can read what is necessary.
Don’t expect to be whipped when you make mistakes, expect a disappointed look, in which you can read what you are.
Don’t expect a loud voice, expect a whispered longing… |
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Nieuwe baan, nieuwe studie, weinig tijd om te jagen
New job, back to school, no time to hunt
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We are NOT interested in men.
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We are NOT interested in men.
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sapphogirl is under our protection.
she's sweet, she's lovely, she's Our little girl, for now......
We, Rulesyou, Mrs Alexandra and I know she will find her place and Mistress soon, but untill then we're very pleased and proud to be protecting the funniest, sweetest and most intelligent girl we know (even though she might not agree with us). |
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My quest is to find the holy grail, to drink all the liquids it will give me.
This grail is gold, not cold. It is warm flesh, not cold metal. It is not to be worshipped by me, but shall adore me for my use of it. It will nourish me, replenish my strength. I'll cherish it, take care of it, and occasionally let my Love drink from it. But only when it willingly shares its bounty. |
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she came, and went. she was a lesson, meant to be learned. For that I thank her.
So, back to business, to pick up where I left off. No longer just looking to quench my own thirst, but that of my Love too.
So if you are interested, just whistle, and I might hear you.
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Een engel is gevallen, en zacht voor mijn voeten geland
zij maakt dat wat donker is in Mij los, en doet Mij verlangen naar meer...............
Welkom mooi meisje
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I did something stupid, and now my pics are waiting for approval again. So please be patient, they will appear again (I hope).
Safe Paths |
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Christmas eve is upon us....., so with all the Christmas cheer and hapiness (and stress *sighs* I won't be on for a couple of days.
Wishing everyone a very merry Christmas, and till soon.
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Age: 32 |
Pensacola,
Florida |
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