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jadedblessing
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Recently updated my profile and CS ate all my pics for lunch. Ah, well, this stuff happens. I have added back my main pic and will send others upon request.
For quite some time I sent a greeting message to everyone who visited my profile. I just thought it fair, as those who read my profile were giving me a slice of their time. Lately, however, I have been getting way too many visitors. So, here it is I am a very approachable person and willing to talk with just about anybody about just about anything. If you see something here that piques your interest, raises some question, prods your curiosity, or if you just want to talk, well, please feel free to message me. That being typed, writing Hello, or I know you are insert whatever descrip.tor here, but would you consider, etc. is likely to get ignored. TALK to me and I will talk to you. I mean, really, do you walk up to people on the street you have never met and ask if they want to Dom you? Engage my mind.
About my main photo That image is a modern interpretation of the Hand of Miriam, an ancient Essenic Jewish symbol. Also known as the Hamsa to the Jews and the Hand of Fatima to the Moslems, the Hand of Miriam is a bit different. The Hamsa and the Hand of Fatima are tokens to repel the evil eye and to bring good luck. The Hand of Miriam, among other things, teaches its users to extend their eyesight through the sense of touch. I have worn a Hand of Miriam charm almost daily since around 1973, and, as a Reiki Master and a Dominant, it has special meaning to me. Not only does it speak to healing by the laying on of hands, it speaks to the gift of the hand, an almost forgotten euphemism for BDSM. Through dominance we truly see our submissives, responding through all of their senses, and ours, to give them the gift they crave and so richly deserve. The gift of the hand.
About my username I, many years ago, was deeply involved in ponyplay. My specialties were dressage and cartage. Someday, as time and money allow, I hope to return. If you are interested in pony culture at any level, feel free to drop me a line. I love to talk about it! By the way, ponyplay is not my only kink.
About me Im a FOBU. Fat, old, bald and ugly. Semi-toothless, too! I will now not settle for less that who and what I crave in the deepest part of my soul. Yes, it is finally time for me to rise like a Phoenix from the flames and claim what I deserve and want. The only question is that you?
Recently done with what turned out to be a short-term thing. Pity. But she introduced me to DDlg, and I must say that there is something adorable about that. Add it to the kink list.
I have also developed an interest in, and have begun to study, hypnosis using the Relyfe protocols. There are tons of effective methods out there, and my interests are not confined to erotic programming. So, if you want to talk about that ....
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Which Lilith witch
Lilith scorned
By god and man
And cast from the garden
For daring to disobey
Or lilith demon
Who flies by night
To eat babies of the faithful
Oh please be the demon
I long for gnashing teeth
Need fierce fighting flesh
Crave quickened throat pulse
Within my callused grasp
Writhe and scream and struggle
Against my bonds
Taste my lash and love it
Knowing when those
Shattering sobs subside
You'll give all
Everything you are
Even your soul
And the demon
Becomes girl
No longer feared
But treasured
1/22/2017 copyright PRW all rights reserved
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One day, kitten, I wish to see
You clad only in the tiger suit
Of my own making
Dark purple-red stands proud
Each stripe well-earned
And paid for with your keening
Until emerald is on your lips
When trembling subsides
I hold you up and cry
Here is beauty, here release!
And you will weep hot joy
As the Big Top explodes
In praise of your training
Of all that you endured
Then you will be my tigress
And I will hold your leash
Copyright PRW 1/4/2016 all rights reserved |
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Cry for me
Soft salty seas
Your riptides break
Against my precipice
Dissolving need
Until grief tumbles
Fully into you
Cry for me
My stormy ocean
Pull me down
Into warm wetness
Let me drown there
In your sweet pain
And sapphire beauty
Cry for me
I weep rivers
Of punishment
Fill and complete you
Brushing away guilt
Like sun-bleached flotsam
Thrown back on my sand shore
Cry for me
I
Need
Your
Tears
Copyright 12/26/2015 PRW all rights reserved |
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This breakfast lays before me
Sawdust on my sorry tongue
It doesn't have your flavor
Or that feel between my lips
Disappointed teeth bite down
Eggs nothing to those kisses
Squeaky bacon isn't you
Coffee cannot match your heat
No sweet or no savory
Can satisfy my hunger
And I'll always want more you
Than there ever is to eat
Hash-browned lust with onion
Copyright 12/26/2015 PRW all rights reserved
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Revolve around me glorious
struggle if that suits you
but your orbit is fixed
trapped by my gravity
I will let you wobble at apogee
and dream of heady freedom
yet with a whisper call you home
perigee no further than my hand
rotate fast to shake me off
but remember this, beloved:
your true beauty is only seen
in my reflected light
and struggle though you may
you will not escape me
you cannot fool or delude me
for I am your singularity
Copyright 10/30/2015 all rights reserved |
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And yes and yes and yes
you kneel at my hearthstone
wrists pressed tight together
head bowed hair veil between
And you and you and you
beg and weep and whisper
sweet saffron submission
and entreat acceptance
And so and so and so
I sing the ancient song
the incantation of
flesh and flesh and flesh and
Merge and mirror with you
raise your head and kiss you
my dew upon your lips
wet and wet and wet and
We imprint but I know
though my rough hand holds you
your rose thorn heart holds not
me and me and me and
You and you and you and
I embrace together
but you have abandoned
me and you and us
Copyright 10/6/2015 PRW. No, you may not in any manner use, copy or distribute this poem. It's mine and written for a particular person. |
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This morning as I was driving to work, a rather attractive woman pulled up next to me at a stoplight. She rolled down her window, signaled me to roll down mine and said, "I have a circle crack, too!"
Now, many years ago, while driving through a marginal neighborhood at night, some jerk threw a brick at my car. It put a divot in my hood and bounced up and cracked my windshield. It made a circular, almost floral pattern in the glass. But as time has gone by, I've gotten to the point where I don't even see it anymore, even though it's a rather large blemish.
Anyhow, for just a moment, until the woman in the car looked at me and then said, "In my windshield", I wondered if I was being picked up or something. *Sigh* Well, for what it's worth: lovely woman, I'd love to examine your circle crack and any other crack that may be on or about your person. Hubba! |
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| Age: 18 |
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