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Time to play. I sure wish I had a bit more of it.
Fantasy. The illusion of what could be. The deepest desires buried under the mantle of polite society.
The many cloaks that we wear in order to pass as "acceptable" and "respectable."
While underneath the swirling robes and the casual smile, the torrid dreams hidden deep in the soul itch to be set free.
Let us indulge.
I have not ever been interested in mindless devotion of any kind. Respect is earned from both sides of a relationship and it begins with knowing, or at least a desire to know, what satisfies you the most.
I look forward to talking with you.
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