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You've stumbled across my page,welcome to my slice of life.
Ill keep this short and sweet,if you need/want more information just ask.
Im 22,an estate agent,living my life in these fucked up times.Im an open-minded,twisted soul.Im unique,im not your usual TOP.Im intelligent,more than most people,which can intimidate people.I like to be sadistic,manipulative and demanding.As i said,im not stupid,i know every Tom,Dick(emphasis there) and Harry is looking for a little sub girl.But,im different,im young for start.Talk to me,you'll find out im not the sterotypical TOP,i dont work the same way.I like to humilate and torment physically and mentally.However,there is a carrot to the stick.I think there should be rewards aswel as punishment.
If any of this is of interest,drop me a line.Im open-minded and will run the rule over anyone.
Sam x
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Its venting time.lol,good place to do it,few people who judge me and those that do dont get the concept of CM.I have bits and pieces of poems that rattle round in my head and wanted to put something down.Havent written in awhile.
The Cage
The sadness,the pain the rage,
I keep them inside such a tiny cage.
Buried deep within me,
so that no-one can see.
It eats away at me from the inside out,
Battered and beaten but i dont want to shout.
The pain pricks every time i see,
something that feels like it isnt for me.
All the feelings i bottle up,
sooner or later this shit has to stop.
At the bottom of a shitty hill,
Just feels like such a bitter pill.
Swallowing my tears just to keeping going,
Im wondering if its showing.
The cage isnt as secure as i once thought,
Dealing with this shit i was never taught.
Its daggers in the back,
The cage starts to crack.
The rage, the rage is getting through,
I just hope it doesnt come for you.
Raging tides that i cant control,
Leaving this empty hole.
A void where i used to keep my rage and shame,
I need to feel it and take the blame.
Will you be the one to take the rage and pain,
Do want to stake a claim?
Let me rant and vent and get ride of it all,
Unravel this bloodied knotted ball.
Be my comfort and mi amor,
Help me turn this burning rage to something more.
Fin.
I can only be what i was made to be,no more no less.........
Let me torment you with the fire of my rage.
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For anyone who questions me being real............your silly,look how silly you are :P
If you need proof and your not an old granny from belgium or something ill happily go on webcam :P |
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I want a girl with lips like morphine,knock me out every time they touch me.
I might be a Top but i want a girl i can connect with.Kiss and cuddle with,not just manipulate and toy with. It not easy being lonely.....lol.
Least the job is going well and ive got my pooch and niece for cuddles!
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