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Hetero Male Dominant, 49,  Buttzville NJ, New Jersey
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We travel down the road of life woundering what lies a around each bend and turn, will it be clear sailing or a bump in the road.

Well I want to say that I am here to meet and make freinds, and as for any thing other it will take along time of discovery, to see what we have in common .
Dominants and submissives we all have feelings, we are human .
I am willing to have freindshipes of far distance or just around the block.

What is a Pinical . there are many definitys

I chose the word Pinical as a mix of all the same sounding words.
i\It is a roof, a top of a bulding,is a rock strong and sted fast, a point of two lines, and the point in ones life when they are on top.
so Pinical is the same as pinnacle

this dominant loves the company of dominant women and the submission of submissive ladies.
the transgender are also welcome in my world .

I walk this world in the shadows. seeing both the bright and darkness, my spirit guide is the wolf and i run with him in the edges of your mind ,the earth mother is our salvation and comfort. the symbol for me is the trydent \|/ with a P place over it caped ^ which all lays in a O

My Quote

Rope burns the flesh

Cold steel chills to the bone

Leather binds as it comforts the soul
written by Pinical

I am the wolf spirit ShadowWalker.

the Earth Mother is my life spirit she is the comfort ,the teacher ,the bringer of life to the world .

Wiccan is my way. Blessed Be to you and yours.

Open your mind and soul to me, and I shall take you into my control

A note if I write to you and show you respect, please do the same . you see every one sticking in their pro files, no one liners. if I endever to write more than one line please return with more than a word , or one line . as to the number of freinds I have on my page dont fret it.

I am the founder of NewJersey Leather N Roses Munch Group and Dungeon group , which due to the closeing of the Crawl Space dungeon and Dressing for Pleasure fetish shop, I have suspended the two groups











 Dominant Male

 Buttzville NJ 

 New Jersey

 6' 4"






Actively Seeking:

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Journal Entries:
7/24/2009 12:25:10 PM

The Rose
I have yet to share with the world, for the world is a hard and cruel place and may not see the beauty of the world as I see it.
In the garden of life and light there are many shining lights, flowers of the field trumpeting orchids, lilies of the valleys.
The stars no longer twinkle as bright, the sun grows dim in the sky and the sky darkens in to shadows as the one true light shines down on the lands below and there in the silver rays of moon light we will find what has been seek by many
And those that can see don?t linger long for they are with out the fore sight to see what is there in front of them
There in silver shards of moonlight that shines down to earth you will find this beauty a midst a sea of beauties the one the true Rose
I am the Shadow Walker I see what others miss or just don?t see that the beauty of the rose is reflected in you the true heart of the beauty I see in the world
The one true sight I see is Mia Rose

Written by ShadowWalker

1/26/2009 8:36:22 PM

Where Day Dreams and Eagles fly on loves winds

The sun light falls from the sky in multi color rays the Forrest is alive with fall colors sparkling in there dance to the breezes.
There is a clearing on the mountainside over looking the valley; flat table rock is raised from the ground.

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines, oaks, as they stand their ground.

From the valley below you can just barely see her there, sitting a lone watching, wondering, Off in dreamland not total a wake or a sleep She dreams of eagles in-flight, wolfs passing by, a doe and fawn eat for a while.

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines, oaks, as they stand their ground.

With out a sound she dreams that she is not a lone. As a huge figure quite as the due in the morning kneels behind. Wrapping his arms around you like a warm blanket Resting his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck.

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines, oaks, as they stand their ground.

You turn to see whom your mind has picked for your embrace;
it is a face that you know. But you dont. Average not, stately no.
Is a face you dont know

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines, oaks, as they stand there ground.

With gentle hands he pulls you close, kisses your lips so lightly as he draws your body close. You take the embrace, and respond by the same locking into each other, the kiss gets deeper and some probing of your soul.

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines, oaks, as they stand their ground.

You are over come in the passion, and you let go as the rage of your internal beast takes control. As you bare youre self, and open your soul pulling him in your body heaves, and thrashes. As your mind races faster than your heart, And in a great flash your body convulses in the warmth and love.

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines, oaks, as they stand their ground. As you wake naked your mind clears, and you wonder what happen here. You have never had this dream be this real; you see your cloths as you pick them. There is a small bunch of wild flowers, and a small note. We share the same dream, and space. We are each others daydream.

Do you hear the whispers of the ash, pines? Oaks, as they stand there ground, and the Eagles mate in flight.

cce3 sept1 2006

1/21/2009 4:14:17 PM

The Masters house The Black Sparrow?s Inn

 I am the Master of a small Inn a long the Dell River, we can house 25 to 50 persons there. It is a Public taproom of the town now it is called the Embers Rest. It was rebuilt on the sight of Black Sparrow?s Inn, which once stood here. It is a quite place along the river, but yet is a travel coach rest over stop. Was a place where many pasted though each day.
 Four the last few nights I have noticed beautiful women in black, with long flowing black hair, it was hard not to look at her. I ask the waitress what they knew of this women and none could say. This night she was there till after the bar was cleared for on that night broke my rule and I took over two glasses of our house wine and asked if I could join her in a drink. She said yes me lord and sat with me in the best seats of the house. At which .she spoke of how she has travel all around the world. That now she was just looking for a place to call home. But she was just not sharing if she had found it here in our town.
 I had the feelings that there was something different about the women. Is it too late to walk down to the river with you before you call it a night, there was a flair in her eyes. there was some spark between us.We were there on the dock under the moon I took her in my arms due her close. She said no stop please. I have controlled my inner beast for so long but in the passion I may lack control and bite you and takes of your blood only a taste. I looked her deep in the eyes for the answering, then I bare my fangs and bite just breaking the skin as I smiled the dark red blood fills my mind as you gasp I feel your heat pound as I touch your chest. I pull back to let you breath an I reach for a cloth from my coat to tend the wound. As I look for it I find it has healed she looks up at me and her eyes are red like the red planet in the sky
She bows then kneels taken my hand Sir it is you I have been looking for she then kisses it
I feel her fangs nip the shin as she takes my blood in
 With a looking her eyes she says Master my lord I am your Queen
 I speak rise my lady you stand beside me forever more as we turn back to the Embers Rest which was gone and there stood
 The Black Sparrow?s Inn



1/21/2009 4:07:45 PM

My Blood Run?s Red

My heart is bare my eyes are open as you push the knife deep in to my heart.

I loved you so much, I do all that you wish, I see you from here, I feel you there

My blood run?s red flowing to the floor

I brought you though and stood by you wanting and needing your love I knew he was all that I though and yet you refused to see

My blood run?s red flowing to the floor

Once more I see you and love you and you run from me to the arms of another after all that I do

My blood run?s red flowing to the floor

So I hand you the knife its blade is sharp the point sticks in as I look you in the eyes and beg you to push make it fast and hard and deep

My blood run?s red flowing to the floor

In to my chest it cuts as I that that last breath your all that I see as the lights go low the room is all a spin as I hear that cry as I whisper good by

My blood run?s red flowing to the floor.

1/21/2009 3:49:37 PM


I am the thief in the night

You can bar your self in behind walls of steel and stone, I will find my way into your heart

Steeling it before your eyes and it will be mine. My want and desire is strong and my heart is true

The thief in the night will conquer you

My slave you will be come sit by my side let the warmth of my love bind your soul to me for I am the one the only one who stands be for you not hidden from you

For in this world are many who will temp you to see there falseness and lies tying to bring down the walls that shelter your heart from them

So bar the windows lock the doors

For I am the thief in the night and I have come to steal you away


( this is for my muse she rings my belle)

1/21/2009 3:46:38 PM

The Moon light dance

My friend I was thinking of you to day and I wrote this for you

The moon light dance

There in the courtyard I saw you standing, not moving as if frozen in time.

Then from all the edges of the clearing small bright many colored lights began to twinkle and shine

As a gentle breeze begins to drift into the clearing carrying with it the sweetest of tune like the flowers of the field the moonlight beams down from the sky only lighting the space in which you stand as it shines on you you come to life as your spirit awakens

Bringing fourth a dance of joy and beauty with the skill and grace of a ballerina

You dance to the sound of the music but also to the rhythm of your heart and you dance

And this dance brings you the pleasure of the dance and in this dance you show us the beauty that you bring to our life

Inspired by

Jaded Serenity

1/19/2009 8:42:07 PM

"To Be Loved"-Pappa roch

Listen up, turn it up and rock it out
party on, I wanna hear you scream and shout
this is real, as real as it gets
I came to get down to get some fucking respect
taking it back to hardcore level
you better be ready, put your pedal to the metal
taking it back to hardcore level
you better be ready, put your pedal to the metal.


Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved
Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

I want domination
I want your submission
I see you?re not resisting
To this temptation
I?ve got one confession
A love deprivation
I?ve got a jet black heart
It?s all fucked up and it?s falling apart

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved
Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

I?ve got another confession
I fell to temptation
And there is no question
There was some connection
I?ve got to follow my heart
No matter how far
I?ve gotta roll the dice
Never look back and never think twice

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved
Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

Take your past and burn it up and let it go
Carry on; I?m stronger than you?ll ever know
That?s the deal; you get no respect
You?re gonna get yours
You better watch your fucking neck

Take your past and burn it up and let it go
Carry on; I?m stronger than you?ll ever know
That?s the deal; you get no respect
You?re gonna get yours
You better watch your fucking neck

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved
Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

8/20/2008 10:36:43 PM


The morning was bright the air was cool and clear as the sun shined high in the sky as the day went by so fast.

As normal the time to meet as you stepped from your car a Queen stepped forth dressed beyond ones dreams

She step softly with me in trail with her veil and as we entered a well known place as the servants brought our fair I sat and watch the looks in her eyes and seen past the pretty shell to were the deepness of the place where her true beauty is

As the night went on I knew that I love this women she can make me laugh and makes me cry and of all things she makes the real me to be set free

We have that connection and I found it that day with a look in her eye and a hold of my arm and a sweet bit of words

For as long as time permits in this life and the next she will have a big part of my heart

For she is the Lady I adore

Written by shadowWalker

For OctoberLove

7/11/2008 11:07:30 AM
William Shakespeare, 1599
                                  Enter the KING

        WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
            But one ten thousand of those men in England
            That do no work to-day!
        KING. What's he that wishes so?
            My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
            If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
            To do our country loss; and if to live,
            The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
            God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
            By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
            Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
            It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
            Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
            But if it be a sin to covet honour,
            I am the most offending soul alive.
            No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
            God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
            As one man more methinks would share from me
            For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
            Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
            That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
            Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
            And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
            We would not die in that man's company
            That fears his fellowship to die with us.
            This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
            He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
            Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
            And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
            He that shall live this day, and see old age,
            Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
            And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
            Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
            And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
            Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
            But he'll remember, with advantages,
            What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
            Familiar in his mouth as household words-
            Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
            Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
            Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
            This story shall the good man teach his son;
            And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
            From this day to the ending of the world,
            But we in it shall be remembered-
            We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
            For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
            Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
            This day shall gentle his condition;
            And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
            Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
            And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
            That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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