By day, I'm an ordinary drone, working in low key business. By night, my imagination takes me to exotic locales bathed in moonlight and perfumed with the salty scent of the ocean, the shore, trees; the light laughter of women.
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Close-ups of genitals posted as "foreplay" by "friends" on profiles (I don't want to see them everyday on my profile page)Straight guys posing as lesbians or bi-females to chum the water for stroke fantasies
How at a distanceThe scent of honey is ripeTo guide the hungry
Without even an introduction she sent a PM saying: "You're a DOM, aren't you? I could tell. I like to be beaten really hard with a whip or a stick."
She's a fan of Jessica Rabbit..and probably knows how to play patty cake ;)
Once flashed the Popemobile and hoped he'd throw her some beads (Mardi Gras)
Sad to see people still have that condemning attitude. Sounds too much like... http://www.youtube.com/embed/yFAQ7o-dk6E?feature=player_detailpage
Sometimes by Sebastion Lugo Sometimes I want to fuck you like a woman; Not like an inexperienced virgin who flutters her eyelids and sighs, Not a like a surrendered ragdoll, yielding and pliant. Fuck like wolves and eagles mate, High and mighty and wild, With howls and snarls and bites and licks; Fuck like the wind of a storm; Fuck like now is all there is. Sometimes I want you to fuck like...
Added 08 Mar 2013 | Category Love Poems
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It had been an entire day and night. That’s all. But it felt like forever. “Daddy” could be so cruel. He’d forbidden her to touch herself. Forbidden her from his beautiful cock. Of course, she knew he wasn’t her real Daddy, but sometimes – just sometimes – he made her feel like his petulant daughter. Sometimes like his horny little submissive. Sometimes he even made her feel like his slave....
Added 02 Mar 2013 | Category BDSM
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She’s programmed herself to talk the talk, but walking the walk reveals she’s inexperienced. You have to read the body language closely: the widened eyes, the lack of grace in posture, the barely repressed nervous giggle. She tells you she’s had this Master and that Sir and maybe she has, but they’ve all been phonies and wanna-bes, poseurs who – like her – only think they’re in the...
Added 24 Feb 2013 | Category BDSM
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Foreplay By Sebastian Lugo She felt ashamed. She hadn’t felt ashamed for probably a decade or more and it kind of excited the hell out of her. Shame, embarrassment, being naïve, getting shy, even giggling uncontrollably sometimes; goddamn him for making her feel like this. She just loved it. And, of course, it made her wet. He could do that in the most surprising ways. She wondered if he...
Added 16 Feb 2013 | Category BDSM
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Closing the apartment door with his foot, he sloughed off the tuxedo jacket and snatched the bow tie from around his neck. Another evening wasted listening to VIPs bitch and moan about how they can’t afford yacht marina fees, how expensive it is to buy their kids through ivy league prep schools, how slutty their mistresses are dressing. Blah blah blah. He leaned casually against the wall...
Added 13 Feb 2013 | Category BDSM
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