Although I love sexy pictures of all kinds, I would appreciate it if my friends would refrain from posting explicit pics on my wall...I am a painfully shy extrovert who has found her way to Lushtown. I arrived one day in search of erotic stories and found so much more than I had ever dreamed! I am loving it here. The stories are fantastic! and I have met some incredibly sexy and amazingly sensual people while poking around here. I can often be found in chat rooms or posting on the forum...While I love hanging out in the chat rooms, I prefer to stay there, and don't go into private chats. I love people who are able to carry on intelligent conversations and have a sense of humor. The ability to see the humor in everyday life is one of the things that has kept me sane.I am in a loving and committed relationship with Shaman and would ask that you all respect that commitment. I love him deeply and will not betray him or our relationship, nothing could ever come close to what he and I share.
He was a man who lived with honor, the world is a better for his being part of it. It's such a shame to have lost him.
I did it once....made it for the whole month....then I went out to Starbucks and got the biggest cup I could get! Boy was I wired!
I don't know, I think he's kind of hot!
Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt
Thank you for the analogy. I think that unless someone has been through it, they will never fully understand how completely devastating rape can be. The act in itself is despicable, and then to have to go through a thorough medical examination where evidence is collected and questioning by police. The victim is forced to relive the experience multiple times, they are blamed for being victimized, they are sometimes shunned by the very people they count on for support. If it makes it to court, the victim is again forced to relive the crime, this time for an audience. In the mean time, if the victim runs into the perpetrator by chance, on the street, in the grocery store, or at school or work, etc, they may feel terrified--even if the perpetrator doesn't see them. Rape is a crime that affects the victim on many levels. The physical self will usually heal, unless the victim has contracted some disease from their attacker, mental and emotional well being of the victim sometimes never recovers. As I thought about this analogy between having your Rolex stolen and being raped, I did find one very important thing that differs....You can always buy a new Rolex. I do commend you for tackling this very touchy subject. I wanted to point out that I used the word victim instead of woman because men can and are raped as well as women, as are children. It is an act of violence, it is about power and control, and hatred. It is devastating to its victim, no matter who they are or what walk of life they come from.
I would rather do it than watch it Just let me know when and where baby! We can make our own....lol
My biggest flaw? I don't sugar coat things, I tend to say what I mean. People are constantly trying to figure out what I am telling them when I am telling them exactly what am trying to tell them (I'm not sure if that makes sense but its what I mean...lol).
NopeNot that it doesn't happen.....
I feel you come up behind me As I’m cleaning out the sink. You grind your hips against mine I have no time to think. You lift the hem of my dress Exposing my behind Pushing into me hard and fast Then we begin to grind. My face is flushed and red My pussy wet and slick I’m riding off to Heaven Impaled on your thick dick. Grunting and groaning as you thrust Your hands squeeze...
Added 26 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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You come to me in the depth of the night The darkness robbing me of my sight. Raining soft kisses upon my skin I know that the fantasy is about to begin. Waking me from my deepest slumber, Another night’s sleep torn asunder. The beat of your heart, the warmth of your love The touch of your hand as soft as a dove. You slowly undress me rending me bare, I’m naked before you without...
Added 20 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I walk the fine line between pain and pleasure, Being owned by you is something I treasure. You have me bound and chained to the bed, Your insatiable lust needs to be fed. Spanking me hard, my ass now on fire Begging for mercy only fuels your desire! Dragged by my hair off of the bed Before you force me to give you head Striped and red, my ass is burning, Using my mouth to...
Added 01 Sep 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Like hoof beats The sound, the feel of hooves striking the dry hard ground My heart beats Pounding hard in my chest Like the wind Blowing wildly through their manes Your fingers run through my hair Fanning it out around my head Rippling muscles Hooves pounding Muscles flexing Hips thrusting Like the wild eyes of runaway horses, With their nostrils flaring My eyes are open wide...
Added 26 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Walking Precious out to the car, he can't help but caress her ass, thinking about the evening ahead. As he buckles the seatbelt on her, he kisses her softly on the lips, careful of her lipstick, then smiles and says, “Oh, the evening I have planned for you, Precious Little One!” He looks her in the eyes and sees her trust and devotion to him in them. He caresses her cheek gently and places...
Added 19 Aug 2013 | Category BDSM
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The longing I felt in months gone past, I’m over my feelings for you at last. Though once I thought, we’d surely wed, My feelings for you are now truly dead. You left me abandoned and feeling so small, You walked away, and left me to fall. The game of love played, I lost and you won, And all that I lived for suddenly gone. I dwelled for a long time outside of Hell’s gate, For...
Added 15 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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“Precious” he calls me, Though the world does not see The love that we share. He runs his fingers through my hair. “Precious,” he tells me, “Be the best ‘you’ you can be.” Gently encouraging, Wanting, urging. “Precious,” he calls me, “You know you are free Though I hope and pray You want to stay.” “Precious,” he tells me, “Turn on the lights, I want to see.” ...
Added 14 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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You know you have me, mind, body and soul. I willingly submit to your control. You take me, molding me, bending me to your will Forcing me to use all of my skill. In making me yours, you have set me free. Your love allows me to be simply me. Although the Master, you’re benevolent and kind, Putting to rest, fears and doubts in my mind. Your demands on my body, my mind and...
Added 13 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Warming us, moving us, making us sin, Passion’s fires, burn deep within. As we give in to our carnal desires, our past consumed by the burning fires! While the tempo of passion steadily increases, Mistakes of the past, torn all to pieces. Perhaps we were brought together by fate, the god’s way of healing us each of our hate. Our hearts were so hard, refusing to budge ...
Added 19 Jul 2013 | Category Love Poems
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He arrives at her apartment at ten on the dot. As she lets him in, he is looking over her nude body and smiling, thinking about the evening he has planned for her. As the door closes, he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her to the breakfast bar. Pushing everything onto the floor and laying her down, he opens his pants, pulls out his cock out and strokes it as he pushes...
Added 16 Jul 2013 | Category BDSM
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