Abductmeloveme

Male Dominant, 41, San Francisco, California

Male Dominant, Unknown, West Virginia

Male Submissive, 41, GTA

I wanna commit suicide

Seizures are fun! Not!

Being loved by a monster is the greatest love you can find.

I want to be best friends with a twisted fucker.

Cuddles are the best

I just want someone who I can tell ally fucked up shit to

I need a new best friend

I'm interested in talking to subs and becoming friends

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My life in your hands makes so much more sense than trying to understand.

When I die I want to come back as a demon and take over people's bodies.

Pissing my parents off gives me so much joy

You're my drug. Even words from you make me detach from the world and want to wrap myself in your arms. It's funny how everyone threatens to leave me if I go back to you. But I say fuck it cause you don't abandon people you love just because they don't do what you want. You're my everything, when my father calls I run to him.

Ah. Stuck babysitting again. Imagine that. Five hours. Two and a half to go.

Miles apart and I still need you as much as I always have

Wish List http://www.amazon.com/registry/wishlist/2C32XGTCZBXC0 :)

Talk to me about happy things?

Netflix time!

New picture

Bored.

When you hear a song you hate and you start singing and you're like omg please nooo

Don't trust no one today lmao

I just really want some cuddles

I haz ice cream!

Part 1 Dream Silent Dreamer. But dreams are not really silent are they? I dream about a room; I dream about a place, where I am safe. Safety is not an issue, where you are is it? But really sir I just need to resolve this issue, I guess it is kind of bullshit. I know, I know; this is not really how a poem is supposed to go. But when I go through these dreams, I drift from room to place and Place to room. Float through the air, while you play with my hair; You sit and you comb counting numbers and trees you wish you could see. But down the street; children playing, this place, this place; this place is not safe. But sir, sir what do you see, when you look into my eyes, when you stare at me? But you tightly grip this fear, with whispers in my ear. With a tight grip on my hand. I show no fear, but secretly you do not know how scared I feel here. So I am carried; I am asleep and I am awake; this hurts me, but should I say. If I fight to leave you; will I be okay? Probably no; So, I will, just stay; Too weak to fight anyway. Part 2 I have butterflies in my stomach, I am no longer afraid. My eyes have suffocated from the cold air. I am here, with you. I have been clung to your arm. I do not fight you, I belong with you. You hold my hand; as the child within begins to climb out of my stomach and crawls out of my mouth. ; As if it has left my body completely; I begin to shut these thoughts out. You tell me you think I?m pretty. As a half smile begins to cross my face. But this pain, it glistens. And it is beautiful in a way. Part 3 My hope shatters like a rock thrown through glass; the sound of it breaking. I have just realized you may have felt my hand shaking; Your grip has tightened but suddenly loosens. You open the car door and I slide in. Seat belt on; you move to the other side of the car. We are on the road and you give me a drink. And next thing I know I have fallen asleep. In the backseat, my hands are bound. Lying down in the back seat, I do not make a sound. I see you peer through the rear view mirror. I go back to sleep. As the music is blaring loud, I fade away from my old life now. It isn?t as if I needed it anyway. Part 4 Carried inside, can barely open my eyes; I feel your grip tighten around my neck and thighs. I know I will be okay, I know I will be alright. Part 5 I see a room, eyes barely open I squint them; to see clearer. Where am I? Lying on a mattress, cement walls. These are here again; blankets in the corner; And there?s a heater by the top window. Part 6 The ceiling above me doesn?t feel so low anymore; But this room feels so cold. To be in your arms, is my dream. I can no longer dream of flowers, or daises; Because it has become so lonely here and I wonder when the next time you will be back; In these glaciers; fire will burst. I put the blanket tucked behind my shoulder, covering my knees and feet. It seems as if my aching to be held has gotten the best of me. The sound of silence; have been like bubbles popping and crawling in my skin like a disease. I want to hear your footsteps; my heart skips; waiting, listening. My arms, my hands feel like grazing for your touch, but instead I sink on this mattress on this cement floor, close my eyes. I sleep like the dead. Part 7 I see the sky and it?s full of darkness in my mind. Reminiscing of my first love and the way it was back then. I still wonder if this will ever end, like hurt and sorrow. I don?t know if I can make it through another tomorrow. I dream of angels. I aim for your heart, and even though it is too soon to tell, I highly doubt we will ever part. Part 8 You use me but it?s okay. Because I get to leave my room these days, It seems pretty cold and gloomy out, Even so, my heart, Even though I can move about, I eat with you but sometimes have to go back. I get hugs sometimes, I feel loved sometimes. Suppose, suppose, better than feeling empty I suppose. Part 9 I want to be your secret. I want to be your dream; I want to be in your heart. And everything leads to me; I'll hide in a room with a lock and a key. I'll hide out in the darkness, and when the light comes on. You'll hold me until I?m sleeping and; As I am falling asleep you will read King or Nabokov to me. But I?ll feel safe as I?m drifting to sleep, You can keep me close.; And your grip will loosen. And I will drift asleep. Part 10 I have learned how to make you smile. You tell me jokes every once in a while. Sometimes we talk and sometimes we are quiet. We sit in the living room and watch TV. Sometimes you hold me til we fall asleep. But when you are at work I?m stuck in my room but I quietly wait until you come home. Part 11 You keep using me, every day. It sometimes hurts, but is sometimes okay. Once it?s done, we start talking again. But you know these things come back again. But you don?t know, this is a masterpiece untold. This is a masterpiece untold and somehow you have entered the sheets of gold where the heart turns to stone and his voice would make me weak. I?d build this fort; I?d build it out of sheets. This heart, this heart was made of gold. But this heart was turned to stone when it was molded, formed into a shape and forced to feel something maybe it wasn?t meant to feel. But who could have known; who could have known? If I knew what?s real? So I turned it around. Now you hear the sound of my body crumbling down. But what to do if you call me friend? Or if my cell goes off again? What to do when the sun shines, and I want to go outside. I know everyone needs some light sometimes. Can I close my eyes, can I shut my mind off? Can you hold me until the time runs out? Can you calm the darkness that storms in us; Because the lightning is starting to shock us. I know inside you want me happy to, Cause you want me to stay with you. It may be forever to. But sometimes I am just going to fall, And here you are staring, watching me crawl. So here you are with your wings, but nothing is ever what it seems to mean. So if I pretend this is all a dream and I wake up from my mind and see. That the world isn?t all it should be. Should I then close my eyes and go back to sleep. Sleep to this world that has nothing for me. Because the world?s heart is black and dusty. But everyone doesn?t know that our hearts are rusting. Part 12 So I?ll dream of another tomorrow, even though I didn?t know I could. And I?ll live my life like I should, Discovering all my hopes and dreams, Not everything closes up at the seams. Like dreams falling on empty and people?s trust withering. But you keep me safe and sound, with no harm could be done in this place I stay now. But if I had changed and done as I was going to say. And I ran away, being forced to change. Things would become different; they wouldn't stay the same. Part 13 Sometimes situations change. Sometimes picture frames fade, and people leave or stay but either way something has to change, growing old. You fall asleep one day and it has left you, You never knew. You never knew how the world changed and became so cold. How the leaves fall off the trees and keep coming back, how fashions and music change and it just passed you by. How your loved one got taken away. How technology is changing and will never be the same. How the boy you first loved doesn?t feel the same. How that young girl you met has drastically changed. How much you miss wearing converse and skinny jeans. Or how you can?t let go of all the pain you are receiving. Part 14 This is the end. This is the end, my friend. This is where my masterpiece comes to end, Where sheets of cold turn to gold, where do I see where my heart stands. Follow me into the darkness; follow me into your mind, into your heart. Come with me, you will see; how dark the monsters of our hearts can be. Follow me, follow me. This is the end you see, so. Follow me.

I forgot to take my Topamax and I actually feel happy and my mouth isn't as dry

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