I just seek happiness and dont Need a Demopolis with a kidjust read thats too much to ask,love walking,swimming,adventures and and sightseeing and anyone interested should please reply and please not into or Domsub Cardigan read serious minded,matured minds. Something to watch m4w I would love to take my hard cock out for you and have you watch me cum We could do this in my car and would be very exciting. Kinda a rough neck type, wouldnt say im ugly at all, right now i have a full face, but only until winter is gone. My tongue can do things you could onlt imagine so me and we can set this up im seeking for now.
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One other thing I dont mind a few extra lesbi if that is all it is.
Maybe have a good time. Hey, I've never done this before but I have also not been able to meet anyass so I figured it wouldn't hurt to try it out. Are You Out There I am seeking to see if there is a decent female out there left with a good heart. Maybe I'll find out what makes your toes curl.
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What will she endure to prove that she is willing to become his slave and pet? Part One of an ongoing series as her Master explores—and pushes the limits of—her devotion, and dedication, to his pleasure. A short story of sensual, erotic dom-sub fiction. A slender and lithe female with the narrow build of a girl in her late teens stepped hesitantly into the white-walled, high-ceilinged transition room dressed in a pale pink one-piece dress and cashmere cardigan, a black blindfold cutting harshly across her features and rucking up the ash-blonde hair that reached to the top of her elegantly high breasts in a pale and silky waterfall.
Her lush, wide mouth was pink and unpainted, her complexion clear and translucent where it was not covered by a light blush. The door closed behind her with a solid snick of noise. Her hands smoothed themselves on her thighs, and then moved up. Her cardigan came off, then her dress, then her lacy bra and underwear and garter belt, dropped off to the side. Her ballet flats lay on top of the loosely gathered pile. Her flat belly and slender waist nipped in dramatically between her ribcage and her hips, as if begging for big hard hands to rest there, to grip there.
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This is part of your training. This is part of your submission to me. I will reward you when I feel you have had enough.
The sound of his voice does something for me. But the sound of his voice when he commands me, pushes me closer to that edge of abandon. I complied…preparing myself…knowing I would not be allowed to release. And he was relentless in his pursuit of my edge. He could sense how close I was. His voice became more tender, as he clenched my hair. Now cum for me. And finally…I had my release. My screams of affirmation could be heard in a two-county radius.
We went to bed early but neither of us got much sleep. He made it his mission to give me the immense pleasure I craved. I learned to ask his permission and our dance went on until the wee hours of the morning. Understanding this new place.
Looking back at some of my earlier posts, I can see just how much I have grown. How I have embraced my true submissive nature. How I have evolved. And lucky for me, I not only came out of it unscathed for the most part , I emerged from the depths of my search…a more enlightened person. Ties me up with Christmas ribbon. Puts his new riding crop in my stocking.
I do believe that I have found what I described in that post. And I am thankful that I was able to find it in the midst of all of my craziness. There is a Santa Claus. I am sure some of my readers are still a bit skeptical. The old me would have been weary and skeptical, also. It is deep respect and adoration.
Trust me when I tell you…. I know the difference. I crave Maestro and no one else on this planet or in a galaxy far, far away will ever do. When I saw the headlights pull into my driveway, I was so beyond excited that I almost ran outside in the cold rain, barefoot in my pajamas…but instead, I waited for him on the porch.
We sat together and just looked at each other for the longest time. I studied his face. Within minutes, he brought me over the edge…over the mountain…off the cliff and into the pools of sweet surrender. I can be my broken…flawed…sometimes neurotic…erotic…kinky…submissive self. I am free to be who I am. No changing my colors to blend in. With Maestro, I can be ME. Which leads me to a complex, yet simply epiphany. I have never been myself in relationships. I have always been some version of me, but never gave anyone access to the real me.
When we moved to the bedroom, we spooned. He began to stroke my hair…my arm…my leg…my sweet spot. As he massaged the spot, he whispered in my ear. There was a primal tone in his voice, although he kept the volume at whisper level. He already had me under his spell, but he somehow raised the bar…increasing his dominion over me. His hand was around my throat. His body was firmly pressed against my back. He pulled me even closer.
I wondered if this was a rhetorical question, or if I was expected to answer. Before I could gather my thoughts, he spoke again. Optimists see the glass half-full. Pessimists see it half-empty. Realists see it as a half a glass of water. Maestro and I were talking last night and he brought up my post from yesterday, The Struggle.
That maybe I was skeptical of this beautiful thing we have together. I have no doubt that you are the person I want to grow old with, that you are the one person for me. I believe in it. I am willing to put the effort into this. To not give up. To be whatever you need.
To give you the space to process when you feel skeptical. I am not going anywhere. Do you know why? Because, I love you. But most importantly, I believe in us. At that moment…at that very moment Maestro taught me the concept of faith. Through all of my years in Sunday school.
All of my years of believing in God and Jesus and Santa Claus , I never fully understood what it meant to have faith. And Maestro is teaching me, guiding me back on the path to spiritual enlightenment.
He is bringing me to this new place in me that I am learning to call home. My place is right there. In his capable grasp. In service to Him. Twitter Facebook Google Email. So get off of yours and get some… B is for Bondage. Hands tied to legs…to ankles…to the bed…I could go on… C is for Control. As God is my witness… K is for Know thyself. Lusting after… M is for Masochism. P is for Paddle. Ah, the precise Pain from the use of a Proper Paddle.
Namaste…hey…hey…hey So I will close with this… Down and dirty and downright flirty, this little post is meant to amuse those who use those For their pleasure, with a feather or even paddled and likely straddled. Some like it hot and some like it cold. Some want them young. And some want them old. I simply love instructions… Knowing this, Maestro obliged me by giving me tasks to complete each day. I am ready for my Master. He was focused on bringing me to the edge, and bringing me there quickly… And then he stopped.
Before I knew it, my bottom lip began to protrude into a large pout. Stand on the couch? Stand in front of me and open your legs. Then he whispered in my ear…. I pleasured him more. He used me for his pleasure. The new person I am becoming. It was a really crazy ride in the beginning.
Tearing apart the world I rebuilt so carefully with structure, predictability, and discipline. But after a glimpse beneath his refined exterior into the dark secrets of his damaged soul, can I bring myself to walk away?
Our sexual chemistry is undeniable. Our individual need for complete control is irrefutable. But when our worlds collide, is the chemistry enough to bring us together or will our untold secrets and battle of wills force us apart? When Brian Sinclair, lead songwriter and guitarist of the hottest metal band on the scene, loses his creative spark, it will take nights of downright sinful passion to release his pent-up genius…. When sexy psychologist Myrna Evans goes on tour with the Sinners, every boy in the band tries to seduce her.
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A Novel Walking Disaster: The first time it happened, it seemed like an impossible miracle. Bills were piling up, adding up to more money than I could ever make. All of it on my shoulders.
And I had just lost my job. There was no hope, no money in my account, no work to be found. And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, I found an envelope in the mail. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of ten thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing…except a single word, on the notes line: If you receive a mysterious check, for enough money to erase all your worries, would you cash it?
It too contained a single word: The checks kept coming. Ten thousand dollars, every month. A girl gets used to that, real quick. It let me pay the bills without going into debt. And then, after a year, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb in front of my house.
A driver stood in front of me, and he spoke six words: Samantha Kielty only thought she knew who she was and what she was made of. Logan only hopes Samantha is capable of handling his dominating, controlling ways… especially between the sheets… or in the shower. He will push Sam past her sexual boundaries, and she will bring out his need to possess her in every way. But, can they find love within the inferno that burns between them?
This ebook contains sinfully hot encounters between two and sometimes three, and even four consenting adults. Contains graphic material that is not suitable for anyone under the age of How It All Started… One day I was a high school teacher on summer break, leading a relatively uneventful but happy life. Or so I told myself. It all began when my neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expired.
Why had she let these items so neatly packed, possessions that she clearly cared about deeply, be lost at an auction? I read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay. Before long, I was taking her job for the summer at the art gallery, living her life, and she was nowhere to be found. I was becoming her. But there is one man that will call to me, that will awaken me in ways I never believed possible.
That man is the ruggedly sexy artist, Chris Merit, who wants to paint me. Chris is dark, and so are his desires, but I cannot turn away. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him?
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She has no expectations, no dreams. Knight Sebring knows who he is, what he wants and what he likes. And he gets it. But he never expected something as sweet as Anya Gage to wander into his bedroom during a party he did not expect to be having to borrow his phone.
Knight tries to leave Anya to the life she deserves of white picket fences and a man who watches football on Sundays — good, normal and clean. Knight teaches Anya that, just as with the bad, in life you should also expect the good.
And he teaches her this by giving it to her. It can hand you dreams on silver platters, but it can snatch them right back and hand you nightmares.
One thing Isabelle knew for sure fate was consistent with was taking away everything she ever loved. For the last two years Isabelle has been slowly clearing the clouds of her past. Happiness is finally on the horizon. She has a thriving business, great friends, and her life back. All she has to do is jump over the last hurdle…her ex-husband. When problems start causing her to fear her new life, and memories that are better left forgotten start rushing to the surface the last thing she needs is a ghost from her past to come knocking on her door.
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Damien Stark could have his way with any woman. He was sexy, confident, and commanding: Anything he wanted, he got. And what he wanted was me. Our attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as I ached to be his, I feared the pressures of his demands. Submitting to Damien meant I had to bare the darkest truth about my past—and risk breaking us apart.
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She has no idea what will be asked of her or the boundaries that will be pushed. To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number. Would you like to tell us about a lower price? Submissive, sexy, and shy Daniella wants to serve Master Marc more than anything else in the world. What will she endure to prove that she is willing to become his slave and pet? Part One of an ongoing series as her Master explores—and pushes the limits of—her devotion, and dedication, to his pleasure.
A short story of sensual, erotic dom-sub fiction. A slender and lithe female with the narrow build of a girl in her late teens stepped hesitantly into the white-walled, high-ceilinged transition room dressed in a pale pink one-piece dress and cashmere cardigan, a black blindfold cutting harshly across her features and rucking up the ash-blonde hair that reached to the top of her elegantly high breasts in a pale and silky waterfall.
Her lush, wide mouth was pink and unpainted, her complexion clear and translucent where it was not covered by a light blush. The door closed behind her with a solid snick of noise. Her hands smoothed themselves on her thighs, and then moved up. Her cardigan came off, then her dress, then her lacy bra and underwear and garter belt, dropped off to the side.
Her ballet flats lay on top of the loosely gathered pile. Her flat belly and slender waist nipped in dramatically between her ribcage and her hips, as if begging for big hard hands to rest there, to grip there.
Her pink-tipped nipples pebbled, and her breathing caught.