BruisedRoses

It's been a while since I last logged into the site, I see nothing has changed, still the same familiar names and desperate messages.

On a side note my red hair is back and I am refusing to ever go back dark again, I had to last time because my hair went several shades of green and it just wasn't "me" lol

It's my birthday next week so I have been treated to another lip piercing today it looks pretty but boy does it hurt to chew... ah ah

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid some people on this site really are.... I'm really truly not interested how hard you will fuck me, how many hours you will pleasure me or the vast amount of "toys" you proclaim to own.. firstly I am a masochistic submissive... pleasing YOU, pleases me.... and secondly, if you really believe BDSM is really only about sex then it's a guaranteed fact we wont be looking for the same thing so please don't inbox me.

Sex is sex, it's what we do, it's the most basic of our animalistic urges.. we eat, we shit, we fuck.... it's the fact of life...

pleasure my body and you will hold my attention for the duration of my orgasm, capture my mind, ensnare my soul, truly allow me to be who I am and fulfil my needs, and I will be yours for a lifetime...

It's not rocket science.. 

For the love of god if you must post pictures of your rosy bum cheeks at least wash your feet before hand, it's not attractive by any stretch of the imagination.

Meanwhile the woman, from her strawberry lips,
(Like a snake on redhot coals, writhing her hips
And working her breasts against the stays of her busk)
Let flow these words, with a heavy scent of musk:
"My mouth is wet; and I know deep in my bed
How to bury old conscience till he's dead.
On these proud breasts I wipe all tears away
And old men laugh like children at their play.
For the man who sees me naked, I replace
The moon, the sun, and all the stars of space!
And I am so expert in voluptuous charms
That when I hush a man in my terrible arms
Yielding my bosom to his biting lust,
(Shy but provocative, frail and yet robust)
The mattress swoons in commotion under me,
And the helpless angels would be damned for me!

When she had sucked the marrow from every bone,
I turned to her as languid as a stone
To give her one last kiss ... and saw her thus:
A slimy rotten wineskin, full of pus!
I shut my eyes, transfixed in a chill of fright,
And when I opened them to the living light . . .
Beside me there, the powerful robot
That fed its fill out of my blood . . . was not!
Instead, the cold ruins of a skeleton
Shivered, creaking like a weather vane
Or like a sign hung out on an iron arm
Swinging through long winter nights in the storm