I'm a 22 year old female. I live in California, but I go back and forth between here and Vancouver, B.C. I love to party, listen to music, read stories, love to write. I love to read Voyeur, Incest, BDSM, Reluctance, Taboo & Toys. If you want to know anything more personal,, just send me a mssg and I shall answer. xoxoxox, Lauren ^^
I would love for Sienna Miller to play me, but I'm not sure. Who do you guys think should play me? (:xoox.Lauren
I own the Iphone4 and the I-pod touch. They are both very important to me. But also it equals Ibroke (:xoxox.Lauren
According To Statistic's Vancouver Is Violent. Yes, Granted We Are Slightly "Hood". Like Downtown East Van && Sometimes Whalley. But its seriously not that bad. (:
22 and hating it. I feel so much older and look so much younger. I just cant win :/
HELL TO THE NO!!!!!!
Swallow. Always have, Always will.
Most of the time it comes down to the partner but I love to give and receive.
I had just finished up at work when my cell phone rang. "Sophia, come over this weekend," the voice said. "Hello to you, too? Mom, Its a 10 hour drive, if I come out it's for more then the weekend," I replied. "Fine, your room is ready, see you soon." The line went dead. Guess I was going to California. I drove home, packed some bags and hopped into my car. I drove for about an hour...
Added 02 Sep 2010 | Category Incest
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I still see your face in my dreams It hurts and it doesn't help at all I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems I want you to catch me when I fall I still remember the first time we met There was something so different about you Your friendship was something I wanted to get That smile when you said hi to me was so new Out of nowhere you called me on the phone I wanted to sit there...
Added 23 Aug 2010 | Category Love Poems
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Wipe the tears from my eyes as I sit here alone, wondering when the day will come when he finally loves me. When he decides that it's alright to accept that he can know that I am his. My heart has belonged to him since the day I met him. But as he beholds my heart, he is crushing me, killing me slowly because without him, I don't exist. I live for him, I breath for him. Whenever my heart...
Added 22 Aug 2010 | Category Love Poems
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