Why the first message to you could be short?

I am not defending guys who do not know how to read or formulate meaningful phrases and instead they send a "borrowed" picture of a big cock-  but I have written pages of substantive letters to girls I thought they are worth it, but only to end up unread and deleted.. Do you realize that really hurts and it is unfair. That is why sometimes guys like me write you a shorter letter to test the waters. Also a smart girl  should not count the number of words, but how few words can capture big concepts. It is much harder to write a shorter note than a long one full of trifles. 

Can someone please answer this?

Does anyone else get messages from a girl "megan" under a few different emails?

lustfulmegan@hotmail.com...   and a few other different emails, always from megan.. She has probably at least 250 different profiles under different names, and from every single state?

Is it just me or you also get her unwelcome emails and what to do about this parasite?

A master has access to the heart of life- to human nature. This is the power of intuition, which is nothing but a sudden and an immediate seizing of the moment without words or formula:

 When the submissive understands what the master wants without words.

A master is born with the capability and skill to mold a submissive girl into what he wants like a sculptor who fashions the raw material into a figure we all admire. These inborn skills are attentively cultivated every day.

Was I wrong?  :)

I had a fight with my rebellious ex sub because I asked her not to make eye contact with other guys when eating banana in public.

PS:

I am single now. But my banana warning is still valid. :)

A submissive woman is like water: soft and flexible but yet you cannot resist it.

The "meg" puzzle:

Could someone shed some light on this mysterious message that I get it every single day from a slut called "meg".

It seems that she has over 1000 profiles under different names, and her  H O T.  M A I L 

is always a variatio of  sluttymeg, or kinkymeg, or crappymg    etc...

It starts like;
Whats going on? Its been a boring week and I am looking forward to getting out tonight. Just going to enjoy meself with some friends. Are you doing anything tomorrow though? I have nothing planned and I would hate to let a night go to waste lol. Let me know when you can at loveyMegs50 which is on h - o - t - m - a - i - |,and we can go from there. Take care.

I really appreciate any input from any one who gets the same spam and what to do about it.

The beauty of things:

There is no difference in the beauty of:

words of a poet

notes of a musician

bricks of an architect

brush and colors of a painter

voice of an actor

The rhythmic hands of a conductor

waves of an ocean

graceful beauty of a woman

charisma of a man

lights of the galaxies

words spoken with confidence

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IyunGfAmeY

Dvorak wrote this serenade when he fell in love with Anna cermakova, his young piano student. you can hear happiness permeating it.

The trouble with me not being "crazy" is that I will in stead be "conventional".

Die Qual der Wahl------   when you are unable to find your 'someone" on this site:

"when you comb the beach, you have to search for hours or even days before you pick up something worthy of take-home."

Jealousy

You can be jealous a little bit and it is cute. And you can be jealous in a lot, and you might lose everything.

Create in your master a hunger that other girls are incapable of, and you will never need to be jealous.

Even a cat is dominant during sex, but his dominance is over after a few seconds.That is not the dominance that you and I  seek.

To whom it may concern

you write in a vague way describing the confusion and aimlessness. I don't know, why you write that vague. Is it because of the aimless ship or because you want to hide behind vague words. If you compare what I write to yours, it is the difference between day and night. Try to write with clarity of thoughts and use simple words. Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. Talking about you, is talking about me. You will know when I am done with deciphering your psyche.

Do you daydream of a secret garden where you go in and a  master is awaiting you to use you?

How does the little girl inside you feel?: :  Restless like a ship lost on a vast ocean aimlessly left to the wind to decide its destination??????

That is where the master comes to your rescue to take you home.

When a master wants a ship built, he would not gather people and assign duties and tasks to them. In stead, he merely tells them about the beauty of the ocean and sailing.

A real master makes you feel like a woman and a little girl at the same time.

If I needed fantasy, I would close my eyes, or stare in space and day dream my own fantasies. I won't need a second person on here or anywhere else if all what you need is daydreaming. I am here to fulfill all my senses: tactile, olfactory, visual, auditory, and gustatory + the VI sense.. and believe me I do have all the 6 senses in their fullest function. All I need is a silky skin and hair, scent of your body, beauty of your figure (even if imperfect), whispers and melody of your voice on my empty pillow, and the taste of your lips.... plus the telepathic sensations of your presence  received by my 6th sense. So stop cyber shit and fantasies and come over to me.

Regarding "relocation" and visits. this is my philosophy:

It is counter productive to force you to visit right away. You would  visit when you feel safe.. you will visit when you  trust. you will come when the time is right.. That is not even a subject for discussion. That is common sense for both of us.

Some girls need a few weeks, some a few months.  I definitely do not want pen pals for ever. So I can wait a reasonable time.  Reasonable people behave in common sense, criminals and liars are always impatient and  make mistakes.

I have been looking for so long.. every street, road, corner.. listening to voices, pausing to see , whether it might be you, taking a second look at faces, afraid I might pass by without recognizing that you have been there looking for me.. our roads have crossed so many times.. maybe this is the day....kitten...