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First off, a few things of note
Im a bbw. If thats not your thing, I wish you the best of luck in your search, but I will not be a good match for you.
I am not a kink dispenser. I do not take online slaves. I will not be your JOI, your cyber buddy, etc. Likewise, I do not scene with people who are not in a relationship with me. If you are on my profile looking for sexual gratification, move on.
If you want to talk to me, send me a message. I seldom message anyone, unless theyve reached out to me first.
About Me
Ive been in the lifestyle, on and off, for over 15 years now. Ive tried nearly every kink that Ive had any interest in. That being said, I am not looking for one-offs. What I am looking for is an intellectual and emotional connection someone that I can build a long-term TPE relationship with. Basically, I want someone who can be as much a part of my vanilla life as they are a part of my Ds one.
I am dominant, educated, creative and an INTP. I write, I game (World of Warcraft), I garden, I blog, I cook. I like scifi and fantasy. Im nerdy, carefree, introverted and eccentric. I tend to favor a laid-back, bohemian-type vibe. Straight-faced seriousness is fine for work, but when were together I want to smile and laugh.
Also, Im very touchy-feely. I love soft eroticism kissing, caressing, playing in the dark. The light in me wants to just lay in bed and giggle and play, curl my toes and scream Again! But I am also very sadistic. The darkness in me wants to see you cry and bleed.
I love smart, nerdy, open-minded, well-mannered men. I also have a strong preference for introverts. Being a little socially awkward is hot. And being submissive is sexy as fuck. I also value loyalty, honesty, and vulnerability.
Ive had plenty of relationships where I didnt have an emotional or intellectual connection to the person I was with. That is NOT what Im looking for now. I want the all-consuming infatuation of new love. I want a slave who adores and dotes on me. I want romance and flowers. Someone who loves hard and likes a lot of attention in return. I want amazing chemistry.
Im married. My husband is fantastic open-minded, naturally submissive and extremely tolerant of my eccentricities. Hes a bit of a computer geek, gamer, plays guitar, and likes anime. He has no problem with me adding another partner to our relationship. My ultimate goal is to add a third into our family basically a polyandry type dynamic.
I have no tolerance for brattiness, arrogance, poor manners, or men who want to top from the bottom. Also, if you think that Dommes live in corsets and thigh-highs, you are living in a fantasy world. I prefer my clothing comfortable and functional. Think sneakers and t-shirts.
Lastly, when I take a slave, I expect for them to contribute to my life in a positive way. Before contacting me, ask yourself if you could make my life more meaningful.
And, if you want to get my attention, treat me like a human. I am a stranger that youre trying to impress. Remember that the care you put into communication is a reflection of the care you would put into your service.
Things Im Looking For In A Slave
A Service Slave At your core you must be service-driven. This does not mean me servicing your cock. It means that you derive pleasure from preing tasks that make your owners life easier, no matter how menial, tedious, or mundane they are.
A Polyandry-Type Dynamic I know that I mentioned this above, but it bears repeating. Im not looking for someone who wants to sleep around. I want someone who wants a serious, committed relationship and wants to be valued both as a husband and as a slave.
Kindness This is perhaps the most important thing to me nowadays. I want someone who is kind, gentle and loving.
Intellect Your mind will turn me on more than your body every will. You dont need to be brilliant, but you do need to be able to stimulate me with your mind.
Shared Interests Most of my time is spent on these 4 activities cooking, writing, gaming, gardening. If youre passionate about one of those, then well have something in common.
Useful Skills There are many useful skills out there, but here are a few things that would be useful to me, specifically. Physical House cleaning, landscapingyard workgardening. Technical CSS, SEO, epub, wordpress. Artistic Writing, photography (especially food photography). Intellectual Editing, holistic medicine, conventional medicine.
Introvert My husband and I are both introverts. We dont do parties, bar hopping, get-togethers, etc. We pretty much keep to ourselves. Another introvert, whos looking for connection and family would be happiest with us.
Financial Stability You dont have to be rich, but I will expect you to work outside the home and contribute to the household. Im not a free ride.
Emotional Stability If you have any mental health issues that might effect your emotional stability be sure to let me know, so that we can discuss it and see if its something that we could manage in the context of a relationship.
Things I Wont Tolerate
Already Married Im looking for someone who will eventually be a live-in and be part of the family. If youre already married, this precludes you. The only scenario in which I might consider someone already married is if they are a subsub couple, that come together as a package deal.
Anger Issues I live a happy, peaceful life. My husband and I never fight and never raise our voices at each other. If you are argumentative, prone to raising your voice, have temper tantrums, throw things, etc, you are not for me.
Bigotry If you have a prejudice towards any group of people, whether it be racial, ethnic, gender, etc, Im not interested in cultivating any sort of relationship with you. I want someone who is filled with love and tolerance, not someone hateful and close-minded.
Smoking I cant stand the smell. Smoking is a danger to you and to those around you. Hard pass.
Drinking I seldom drink, and my husband never drinks. If you drink more than once a month, its probably too much for me to be comfortable with.
Drugs Im not interested in someone who does drugs recreationally. Im 420 friendly IF, and only if, it is for medicinal issues.
Communicable Diseases Im not only responsible for my own health, but also for the health of my husband. If you have something contagious, Im terribly sorry, but Im just not willing to risk it.
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Thanks for amusing me with poetry games tonight, JustAllAroundBoy!
December is the month of snow of glowing lights and mistletoe Love and cheer all bound in a gift Reindeer working the graveyard shift
It's also time for hope and dreams soft, sweet kisses and startled screams black leather bows, black leather whips fancy floggers with stingy tips
Pretty boys all down on their knees waiting for a chance just to please Santa knows that I've been naughty That's why I'm his favorite hottie |
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Cutest line from a CS boy: "Men are one track mind and predictable and just ugh and yawn for sure." |
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Just got back from seeing Fantastic Beasts. How many of you subby boys got excited when Credence had to take off his belt and present it to his adoptive mother for coming in late?
P.S. I need a house elf. :P |
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I have ZERO interest in dominating anyone online. If you live more than an hour away, chances are that you are NOT what I'm looking for. |
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Close your eyes and dream Sex is your sin that you can not escape All your fantasies in the closet locked Open it, like Pandora's Box Let your demons out Let your dreams unfurl Let it collide and rip and tear you down Until all that's left Is the beautiful truth Of you |
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For all you boys that have not been properly socialized, do not approach a Domme, acting as if she is your sex toy. It's disrespectful and utterly common. Common is boring. If you can not manage the simple task of being a respectful human, you are not cut out to be a sub or slave. |
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There was a new moving, obscure and slow
A transformation only death can sow
I was wilted, wasted behind my mask
A broken vessel and a poisoned flask
I smiled behind my cherry red lips
I laughed and giggled as agony’s whips
Tore at the core of my demolished soul
Never letting on I was weak, unwhole
I reached for the two things that I had known
A shadowy semblance close to home
Writing--the first of all my desires
Then submission, which passion requires
To take up these boys in my arms unfurled
And draw them into my lacquered world
Like a tornado, I look to the core
But alas I choose to keep just one more |
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For U
I miss the sweet press of your lips
the honeyed kiss, the gentle sips
of divine exploration--
a writer's adoration |
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She felt of snow and candy
The promise of sweet wonder under the cool taste of dew
Her skin was alabaster too
Like clouds and divinity
I would have licked her for such heavenly
Dreams that ne’er come true |
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Per Vittoriano "Bed me. Bed me," his breath was hot as it whispered through his lips.
"Bed me. Bed me. I feel the swell, rising below my hips." "Bed me. Bed me," he murmured soft, parting along the lips. "Bed me. Bed me. I love the bonds that hold me in your grips."
"Alas. Alas," she turned her eyes, that dark sadistic smile. "Alas. Alas. Tis not for you," touching herself the while.
"Bed me. Bed me," he pleaded hot, his hands against her leg. "Bed me. Bed me, my dark goddess. I will forever beg." "Bed me. Bed me," with trembling hand, quivering on her thigh. "Bed me. Bed me. I can not live, if you, to me, deny."
"Alas. Alas." Her eyes were bright. Her cane tore at his skin. "Alas. Alas. There is much more, than spending in my quim."
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On the air you can taste the bite
Of leather and blood and steel
On the air you can hear the crack
And the scream that can not stand still
The nylon whip slithered around
Like a viper snake formed of light
Its teeth sinking into the flesh
Leaving tears of blood as its bite
“Scream for me. Scream for me” she said
Tracing the blood down his firm back
“Scream for me if you’d have mercy.”
He quivered and bit his lip back.
“Your choice,” she sighed indignantly
Taking up her favorite cane
Painting his ass like a mural
With stories of pleasure and pain
She knew by the rise of his hips
As the cane danced along his flesh
That the torture she inflicted
Had a very different mesh
Somewhere in that glorious pain
The sparkling bits of pleasure
Gave an animated life
To his starving, unused member
With fingertips red with his blood
And her freshly speckled cane
She reminded him she was the boss
As majestically she came
7/27/08 |
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Drunk upon the crimson nectar of pain
I gather you up My beloved, shining boys
Gather you up into the asylum of My arms
Show you the terrible love
Of marriage to a painful master
Reveal an age
Where divinity is tasting the ambrosia of My body
Teach you to dance a magical dance
Wrapped in the soft fur of wolf
With one foot in heaven
The other in hell
So that you learn of the animal you have become
The animal you have always been
Then collect you into My hallowed arms
You, my suitors that endure forever
Unforgettable pleasure, full of wonder
A streaming mound of kisses
Covered in the blood of your body
Enough ecstasy to scandalize the masses
And leave them begging to drink the dark watered nectar
The enchanted treasure
Carried here on the backs of boys
Into this forbidden world
They think they drink of the tears of the ocean
But it is the tears of our world that they taste |
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A breath of silent wonder
A kiss to stop the pain
The terrible, lost beauty
Of love that will not wane
I’m the herald of the dark
The knight of lust and pain
The trembling of the soul
That knows of loss and gain
You’re my errant knight ashore
Awash from stormy seas
The one who has hid his pain
In whispers on the breeze
I have heard your secret call
Have brought you here to Me
To be My servant of yore
My slave of ecstasy
I will wrap you in My arms
And shield the storms away
I will make of you a god
For you will never stray |
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Into the deep, white cold of winter
I long to walk
Through the darkened allies
One boy behind
In the “follow” position
Walking the same world as Me
Fed by My hungers
And feeding Me
On the dark
Erotic whims of Me
Someone who longs for the intense ecstasy
Of pleasure sharpened by pain
A moan and cry in the dark
Screaming out
A plea for love
To be owned
Uncompromised devotion
For the sin of loving Me |
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Belong
Put judgment aside and bias
Let go of social conformity
Forget the “no, no, no” that your parents always said
I am not your mother
I am your Lady, your lover, your bed
For Me there will be no “No”
You will nod and will agree
“Yes, Ma’am” is what you will speak
you will surrender and be free
There is a bliss
Only to be found
On the other side of understanding
That pain and pleasure are not always so different
You moan and cry and cringe and run
But on the other side of pain
When all the pain is done
And you’ve felt the hard surrender
The last scrap of yourself that you didn’t want to give
You know what it means to belong
Bygone, bygone, bygone
You’ve put the past aside
And now you ride the waves of an ecstasy
From which you can no longer hide |
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Collared
Her fingers touched his neck
So warm and so alive
She wanted to sink her teeth
Into his silken human hide
But the chain was already there
A cold and chiming steel
And once the lock was locked
Their dreams would all be real
She looked into his eyes
He was alive and hot with fire
She glanced down at his cock
That was erect with his desire
She laced the lock through the chain
And gave him one last kiss
She pushed until she heard the pop
The lock that sealed Her bliss
This one had just become Her slave
Next month there’d be another
And maybe in between the two
She’d take a thick-dicked lover |
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Penitent
She tapped Her fingernails
Against the mahogany of the desk
Antique--
Some things age more splendidly than others--
If there were one boy that She desired
It was the one who would never love Her
A creature after Her own soul
She could find no fault in him
Except….
That he loved to love women
Her own slaves were three
And then there was he—
This strange creature that She desired
So unloyal
So unmoved by Her
So busy chasing after women
That in the chase he would never see
That She lingered farther
Drifted farther
And took another slave
Or three
Not giving much heed to he
No woman wants a slave
Who thinks of Her on Thursday
And sometimes on Sunday
And chases other women the rest of the week
The place for a slave is at his Owner’s feet
Her nails tapped against the mahogany
She drew a warm body close to Her
This one would be punished
For the incredulity of the other
“When do you think of Me?”
Her voice a melodic shatter
“From the moment i rise
to the moment i sleep.”
his voice stayed humble and meek
It was the perfect answer
“Will you take My pain?
Will you bleed for Me?
Would you give your body and soul willingly?”
“Yes, Madam,” was his answer
She took a length of nylon rope
And gagged him by the mouth
For all the protests She had heard
There would be not one tonight
She tied his hands up to her cross
And spread his legs real wide
Fuck all these fucking worthless men
Who thought She was just a cheap ride
She plugged his ass
And got out Her whip
And tore into his back
She let his blood splatter the wall
His moans echoed each lash
He was the penitent sinner
And for every sin he’d pay
Even if he was a shining angel
And shined for all to see
She got out Her needles
With a mischievous laugh
And made patterns on his ass
She spit in his face
And pulled his hair
Clamped his nipples
And slapped his balls
Raked nails down his flesh
When his body shook and trembled
When his breath came out in gasps
When the needles had been pulled
And blood streamed down his legs
She took pity on the tortured
And took him from the cross
She bent him over the couch
And fucked him in the ass
Only when she was content
That all the sins were paid
She brought him to her room
And pointed to the floor
Where his bed had already been made
His blood was on her skin
Their passion filled the air
Whatever the other had done
This was the one who was there
When all the tears were gone
And all the blood had dried
He was the one she loved
The one who was at Her side |
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The Mark
The leather bit and shred the skin
The blood was flowing hot and thin
Scarlet rivulets down his back
Seeping into the wooden rack
Blood was splattered onto My face
I licked My lips with perfect grace
Energy sizzled over our skin
Passion hotter than perfect sin
Not many could withstand such pain
Selfless surrender without gain
The marks would scar sure as a knife
A marking that would last for life |
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Obedience
A gleaming smile upon My lips
A dark need long restrained
A sadistic desire that can’t be contained
By these smiling vanilla people
With their petty lives and petty souls
Happy none-the-less.
I look down at My boy:
Hands held behind his head
Eyes lowered to the ground
A soft brush of My skin
And his body trembles.
“Come My pretty one.
Take off those clothes for Me.”
No hesitation, no question
Eyes still lowered obediently.
“Down on your knees.”
I slide one foot forward
He gets the hint
His lips pressed reverently
Against the top of My foot.
If all these smiling vanilla people could see
What envy would fill their souls
Behind words like “absurd,” “preposterous,” “how could he?”
But they will never be as happy as we
I press My hand against his head,
To keep his face to the ground
Ass in the air
I love seeing this naked thing bare
My hand over his ass
Caressing softly, playfully
Ecstasy
Before the “Whap! Whap! Whap!”
Of the beaded flogger
His body reacting to My touch:
Squirming, moaning, arousing Me
I feel Myself growing wet
Wanting more
Lust and passion spilling
I grab him by the collar
And jerk him to his feet
“It’s time to make Me cum.”
He’s such a pretty piece of meat.
He gives me one good orgasm
But still I’m wanting more
But not until I make him into a cock-sucking whore
My feet push him back
My voice a sharp snap
“Enter, slave!”
And another body lovely
Firm with molded flesh
Another pretty toy
With a cock made for porn
Eager, waiting, hungry
I look to the first and “suck him” say
He hesitates and I snatch his balls
Within My nailed grip
He squirms and whimpers and takes into his mouth the tip
“More. Suck it as if that were My cock.
And it truly is.”
I laugh mischievously
And force his face deeper down
Until he’s gagging on the cock
“Such a perfect little slut.
Such an eager cock-sucking whore.
Now present him with your ass
And resume your duty between My legs.
I want to cum some more.”
Obedient as always
Eager just to please
The perfect slave and whore got onto his knees
His lips touching My clit
As a cock slid in his ass
He fucked Me with his mouth while being fucked in the ass
Such moans escaped his lips
His restless body stirring
But he maintained his duty
Bringing Me to the edge
Dropping Me in the sea
Awash in ecstasy
I see the thick cum dripping
Out of his gaping ass
Now how many vanilla girls
Could get their boy to do all that? |
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Cleanup
Two pretty slave boys upon their bent knees
Their only desire aiming to please
I spread My pale legs and opened them wide
Beckoning them on for the perfect ride
Two others had filled Me moments before
Left the fresh cum dripping onto the floor
Now these two lovely slaves, on their bent knees
Would carry Me further than the mere tease
One crawled forth and the other behind
Both slaves were possessed of a single mind
My ultimate pleasure was what they sought
My perfect orgasm was what they brought
Their hungry lips drinking deep of the cum
Brought much more pleasure than the fuck had done
And My first orgasm was drawing near
The night held promise after promise here
The tongue on My ass was wiggling around
The one on My clit bobbed up and down
The cum had already been licked away
Now pleasure was on its sordid way
“Make Me cum now, you little slut whores.
Squat down further and get on all fours.”
I lowered My sex onto their tongue
And beckoned two more to join in the fun
The two that had cum just moments before
Were hard and ready like any good whore
They mounted the boys who had knelt on the ground
Pleasure was building around and around
My legs started shaking. I could not stand
The orgasm coming sooner than planned
I looked to the ones doing the fucking
Grabbed the hair of those doing the sucking
This was all I wanted and so much more
I had the boy, the slave, the man, the whore
They each encompassed all the perfect traits
For these special few, they were lifetime mates
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The Succubus
A soul shredding laughter
Rang through the abyss
“Sign here on the line,
you cock-sucking bitch.”
She slapped him on the face
And pushed him to his knees
“Give your soul to Me,
like all these other flees.”
His hand shook and trembled
His eyes filled with tears
He tried to swallow hard
But couldn’t abate his fears
“you’re just a little bitch.
your soul will be mine.
your punishment will be worse
The more you waste My time.”
The quill touched the paper
He had to sign in blood.
She kicked him in the back.
He landed in the mud.
“i’m so sorry Mistress.
Take my soul from me.
i am Your worthless slave
for all eternity.”
He lifted up the quill
And with blood made his mark.
The succubus smiled,
“Now that is a good start.”
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The Victory
Mischievous delight as I crawled into bed
On one side My blond and on the other My red
I looked to the one, grabbed the balls of the other
“Which one of you whores is going to be My lover?”
Their cocks started twitching. They both flashed a smile
They both wanted to win, but both were on trial
It wouldn’t be easy to win such attentions
“Come, you little fuckers, let’s see your erections.”
The blond got hard first, so I punished the red
“Get down on your knees and give him some head.
You better be good, or you’ll be sucking all day.
If you cant make him cum, then you wont get away.”
He gave a small moan that was somewhat a whimper
With the cock in his mouth it could have been either
The blond started moaning and thrusting his hips
The red knew that victory was close in his grips
I grabbed the red’s hair and jerked his head back
My strap-on slid in and I gave him a smack
“Now get back on that cock, while I fuck your ass hard.
The longer it takes you the more you’ll be scarred.”
There was a definite whimper escaping his lips
The blond thrust faster with insatiable hips
The red’s cock was dripping all over the bed
Surely he must have enjoyed giving head
The blond let out a moan of orgasmic delight
The red took the cum, as was his plight
But before he could swallow, I jerked back his head
“Don’t drink a single drop,” was the order I said.
The red obeyed, with his mouth full of fresh cum
Warm, slick and thick. I had to tease, “Yum yum.”
“Now feed the blond boy back his own filthy cum
and once you have finished your duty is done.”
So mouth on mouth, the boys made a long kiss
Neither could remember how it had come to this
But the red let the cum fill the mouth of the blond
Sent the sperm to swim in an unnatural pond
“You showed your devotions and you took this slut’s cum
You fed it to him from the tip of your tongue
And all that this slut did was just let you succeed
Without power or reason, only pure greed
But you will be better, My little red whore
And he will grow jealous when you can do more
So lay there and watch as he enters Me
In the end, My dear, it is your victory.”
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Cocksucker
Twisted in a web of silken rope
He struggled and stirred, without much hope
The binding was not against his will
But fear and hunger he couldn’t keep still
His Lady looked on him from above
She was all his mind could conceive of
Outside of Her there wasn’t a life
But with Her the pain brought its own strife
Yet with the pain there was the pleasure
Both were mingled so close together
To lose the pain, would lose the rapture—
It was something too hard to capture
His mind felt far and his hands felt tight
Who decided what was wrong or right
Society could take its status quo
To his Goddess, he could not say “no”
He opened his mouth and closed his eyes
Her cock was bigger than any guy’s
Tasted of rubber and plastic still
His own cock bobbed at the certain thrill
“What a cocksucker. You love the cock!”
By now his dick was hard as a rock
Her voice melodic, light with laughter
“Come, My little whore. Suck Me faster!”
Her hips thrust forward. He almost gagged
“I have a much bigger cock,” She bragged
Her voice was firm as she grabbed his hair
“Come on, cocksucker. You’re almost there.”
He could feel his own hard cock grow wet
One second inside all he would bet
But she a Goddess, not a cheap fuck
If he got to cum, he’d thank his luck
He tried to think, but the world just spun
Concentrate. Concentrate till she’s done.
His cock was dripping onto his leg
All he could think was to beg, beg, beg
She jerked back his head and thrust once more
“you make such a fucking pretty whore.”
He tried to remember her as crass
“Suck it, slut, or I will fuck your ass!”
He didn’t need reminding again
He took it all in for her, right then
Her body stiffened. She moaned out loud
He smiled inside—content and proud
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Unless you're interested in pro sessions, DO NOT contact me if you're married or have a girlfriend. I will never be second to anyone.
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There are a few things that need to be addressed.... 1st: If you make a date with Me and cancel or dont show, dont bother trying to make another. you get one chance with Me, so dont blow it. 2nd: If you're from out of state and you're serious, you will be expected to make reservations to come see Me, or for Me to come see you. I'm not going to waste My time with flakes, losers, or phoneys. 3rd: I am only interested in slave boys. If you do not know what it means to be a slave, then dont waste My time. 4th: First impressions matter! How can some of you think that a "first date" is not a means to test your etiquette, manners, attention to detail, etc. If you get a chance to meet a Domme, you better be on your best behavior and treat her like an absolute Goddess.
Too many of you dwell in fantasy. Get your heads out of your ass and stop wasting the time of the Women here on this site.
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Age: 25 |
Kazan,
Russia |
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