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I seek a safe sane woman to dance this dance called life with.
11/3/2013 8:37:27 AM

Ya know... i have to remind myself that when i get a response to an initial message to a gal on here that is SOOOOOOOOOOO frikking ANGRY, it's actually a GOOD thing.. helps save a ton of time getting involved with some hair-triggered, predisposed bitchy type person!

 

 

7/5/2013 9:55:42 AM

just watched a rerun of The Big Bang Theory - the episode where Amy pretends to stay sick in order to get Sheldon's attentiveness.  At the end, after he's discovered her 'act', he proposes some sort of punishment, which leads to her moaning "oh..I've been a bad, BAD girl." It was very..... moving.  I wonder if she was acting or was her true nature slipping through. hmm.  swwwwwat.

 
7/23/2012 6:52:45 PM

"having some being submissive to you before you know each other is like trying to add a cake to icing"

 

---  I've been on here for a number of years (under different names) and i've developed an attitude.. or wisdom.. or just personal taste i suppose.. I think it a shame that women feel compelled to post pictures of themselves in the nude in order to draw attention to themselves. Especially in BDSM poses, tied up, breasts bound, etc. I'm not saying that those activities are wrong, its just that it seems something that only you and your mate should see. I dunno.. its just a matter of tastes i suppose, but that's how i feel about it.

BDSM is really about relationship; between two people. It is purely mental, a state of mind, a package of perceptions, experiences, painful and blissful. It does not require leather garb, wooden structures or sparsely decorated dungeons; it is something intensely special, built between you and I.


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I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young;

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.

Straightaway I was aware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move behind me,
and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
Guess now who holds thee?--
Death, I said,
But, there, The silver answer rang,--
Not Death....but Love!

 

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Speeding towards the ground, Frank's screaming was cut off - he'd run out of air. Just as he took another deep breath to scream more, and in the split second just before he hit the ground, he wondered if he should have jumped from a taller building or a shorter building.
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kaosbunny
 
 Age: 30
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