LaTulipe

There's this man I know. He says he's not a nice guy. He listens intently to me ramble. When I apologize for it, he tells me not to because I like telling him things, and he enjoys that.

There's this man I know. He says he's selfish. I've sent him cute things, naughty things. He never asks for them. He says he'll never pressure me, and appreciates when I do things of my own accord.

There's this man I know. He says he's got an unquenchable thirst. I used to lay out opportunities that he'd reject. He says as much as he finds me attractive, there's a reason we've been friends for so long, and he likes having me around.

There's this man I know. He says he's dark. I've told him all my insecurities. He's seen my lowest points, seen me spiral out, make terrible decisions. He's never made me feel ashamed. He's never kept them as leverage against me. He makes every bad step I take seem so incredibly small.

There's this man I know. He says he's cold. His praises are detailed and specific. He says he's proud of me and that I should be proud, too.

There's this man I know. He says he's uncaring. He once kept me company an entire day while I was unwell, just to help distract me from it. He barely knew me.

There's this man I know. He says he's a bad man. He's honest. He's kind. He's funny. He's doting. He's patient. He's always on my side.  He's a good man, and I'm grateful to know him.

I like waking up at 5. I really do. I don't like waking up at 3 and ending up waiting up till 5.

Aaaaarrrrggggglelsofhrnw8w7f8392nxxhfo,@>$"_je8f3h!!! :'(

Ive been getting a lot of slack about what I'm actively seeking and what I've listed in my hard limits. Let me do the critical thinking for you.

Actively seeking mentions couples, play partner, and friends.

A play partner isn't a relationship.

Playing with couples isn't a relationship: ergo, isn't a form of poly-whateverthefuck.

Couples can also be friends.

-your friendly neighborhood naughty girl

I could be your mother/

I could be your dream/

I could make it look like it never happened, leave it clean/

Oh I could be your friend/

Or I could be on my back/

I could beg, I could bully/

I could brace you for impact/

Oh I could be counterfeit/

I could be real/

I could be the wound around your neck/

You tell your friends you can heal/

I could be 500 virgins/

I could be 500 whores/

I could be anything, anything, anything but yours/

I could be your mother/

I could be mad/

I could talk utter bullshit, I could be matter of fact/

Oh I could be broken/

Or I could be whole/

I could be something to fix in your New Years resolution goal/

Oh I could be an angel/

I could be a jerk/

Make a plan to save me, you can choose if you want it to work/

I could be a purity to ruin/

Corrupt for you to restore/

I could be anything, anything, anything but yours/

I could be your mother/

I could be your dad/

I could be the family that you always wished that you had/

Oh I could be a kiss/

I could be a hit/

Let me know if you ever figure out the difference/

Oh I could be a fact/

I could be a lie/

I could be the truth you search for your whole life but never find/

I could be your bravado/

I could be gone tomorrow/

I could be anything, anything, anything.../

Do you like that?/

I keep his throat in my pocket/

He tries to bite back/

I'm sleeping deep in his lungs/

He wants to deny that/

He's on the edge of his seat/

And he's trying not to break, but I give it 'bout a week/

I'm made of linen and salt, my blood is made up of feathers/

He runs on language and laughter, he's made of leather and pepper/

Our limbs walk over to each other, the bodies are shoving/

And I grab him by the tie and, oh god,I think he's blushing/

And the tactics, accents, rip my seam/

He's a hopeless, focused, fucked up dream/

And he's trying not to crawl, 'cause he won't say he needed me/

And he's trying not to sleep, 'cause all he does is dream of me/

His family's scared of me 'cause the concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god/

And when he's missing on Sunday, they know who's at fault/

And I'll return him home, sick with a fever/

'Cause his still on the ground, on his knees, in a theatre/

'Cause I'm the backyard heathen/

The girl he's dreamin'/

I'll bend him over backwards, give him something to believe in/

No end, no completion/

He says stop teasing/

We'll play the game, both go insane, and then we'll call it even/

'Cause his chest is heaving/

His knees got weakened/

All strong and rough and tough, but I ruined that in an evening/

I sunk my teeth in/

And by next weekend/

You're admitting I'm the only god that you'll ever believe in/

I'll be back in BC, Across the Vancouver area, late Oct and Nov for work again. 

I got some fun feedback the last time, so I'll give it another swing. How'd you suggest a girl have fun on her spare time?

God bless burly men.

Exhausted.

It's a Cloud Nine kind of day.

I don't know what's going on with the profile Pic functionality, but what I have in my edit profile screen doesn't match my profile. If there's wonky dupes, no need to tell me, I already know there's fuckery afoot.

I'm, uh, gonna need a new swimsuit... and dress.

my skin's got an itch. I'm in the market for a man with a large hand that's also got an itch.

;P

meow.

Ok. Time to be more active in my DMs... Starting tomorrow ;P there's quite a bit to catch up on.

I've never been a fan of the fet site, layout reasons just irk me, but their event listings... 

Meeeeow.

Painting my nails because who need sleep anyways? The bottle says Sugar Sugar, but let's call it ruby red. The weekend is around the corner, afterall. I wonder if ropes are as fun as they say. Decisions, decisions. Some good, some bad, all fun.

Meow.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

Fool me thrice... Well shit, why stop now?

Does anyone actually feel like they've had enough spankings at any one time? Asking for a friend.

Other topics of (my) interest:

Shibari classes in Toronto? Yes please.

Hypnotism has started to pull my attention back. I wonder how many more N's I'll run into with that one.

Boredom can lead to trouble... but as they say, it's fun getting into trouble ;p guess I should keep myself busy. 

Bored. Boooored... bored?

I'm in a particularly... cuddly mood.

Meow.

If you let me shenan once, you better believe I'll shenan... igan.

I'll show myself out.

I just wanted to put it out there that I've received quite a bit of messages over the last few days, and even though I do take a peek here and there, I'm just waiting for some spare time to catch up. Give a girl a chance to breathe!

...or don't ;P