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my mistress she calls to take her spot light again last night she danced wild round the fire taunting me with her well chosen lovers dress that shimmers with each movement flowing locks onto her ***** my so ****** mistress teases me mercilessly at last the fire burned down she turned to her quarters lying on her bed her body reflecting the moons soft light she whispers sweet nothings in to me pleasure fills me my wife angered by this, does she know? she was once my chosen love still dripping of promise but cold and cruel as Siberia she does not care for me, never have refuses to release me my mistress my only release from this wretched place
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
my mistress
my mistress she calls to take her spot light again last night she danced wild round the fire taunting me with her well chosen lovers dress that shimmers with each movement flowing locks onto her ***** my so ****** mistress teases me mercilessly at last the fire burned down she turned to her quarters lying on her bed her body reflecting the moons soft light she whispers sweet nothings in to me pleasure fills me my wife angered by this, does she know? she was once my chosen love still dripping of promise but cold and cruel as Siberia she does not care for me, never have refuses to release me my mistress my only release from this wretched place
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
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