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"To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds, to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them, to have someone willing to suffer for you, to forsake pride and dignity to please you... what can other gifts in this world possibly equate to that? And more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it?" ~ Anonymous The Feminine Paradox while i live for anonymous do you think she is a freak? does she not own her master with the rarest of adorations more then those in the temple of thinning lust   with mouths like twisted placards screaming "know your value" and "just say no"? told by Victorian prudes what is permitted full of pride in shapeless days yet counting the insults of puerile lovers one moody scar at a time a ****** off Eve could take a lesson from bruised titillated Lilith *******   with the sadist, the cards are on the table fingers like gleaming swords scented with ***** perfume that drool for her quivers. he melts with feral abandon from her cries as she thrills exhilarated to pains promise of pleasure crucified and pitted like spiced guacamole on hot fire-tongues his, bruising buttery shaft her God drooling yoni his salvation her form a jeweled flame a swirling constellation of blood and sweat diamonds writhing undulations and ****** mouth all chattering castanets better than most they give each other their truth to take and to be taken like pierced sparrows fluttering in paradise then with tender kisses and aftercare quite like the watering garden they are rinsed guileless drenched flowers sweltering in asylums moonlight and made smooth by the hand of God ........... "oh baby i like it when you do that dance gonna stick my **** through your underpants"
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
~ Anonymous
"To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds, to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them, to have someone willing to suffer for you, to forsake pride and dignity to please you... what can other gifts in this world possibly equate to that? And more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it?" ~ Anonymous The Feminine Paradox while i live for anonymous do you think she is a freak? does she not own her master with the rarest of adorations more then those in the temple of thinning lust   with mouths like twisted placards screaming "know your value" and "just say no"? told by Victorian prudes what is permitted full of pride in shapeless days yet counting the insults of puerile lovers one moody scar at a time a ****** off Eve could take a lesson from bruised titillated Lilith *******   with the sadist, the cards are on the table fingers like gleaming swords scented with ***** perfume that drool for her quivers. he melts with feral abandon from her cries as she thrills exhilarated to pains promise of pleasure crucified and pitted like spiced guacamole on hot fire-tongues his, bruising buttery shaft her God drooling yoni his salvation her form a jeweled flame a swirling constellation of blood and sweat diamonds writhing undulations and ****** mouth all chattering castanets better than most they give each other their truth to take and to be taken like pierced sparrows fluttering in paradise then with tender kisses and aftercare quite like the watering garden they are rinsed guileless drenched flowers sweltering in asylums moonlight and made smooth by the hand of God ........... "oh baby i like it when you do that dance gonna stick my **** through your underpants"
The first part was written by a woman in the life of dark sexuality and ****** masochism a collaboration ....... A slave submits primarily to her own nature… That she requires a material, extrovert focus for her submission, i.e. the dominant, does not alter the fact that on the spiritual level her submission is essentially introverted. One could say that through the dominant she submits to herself by proxy… Each makes the other possible, tied together as they are in symbiotic interdependence. ~~ J. Mikael Togneri
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
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