Author: JulesAssistant
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As a Mistress.
Some days when You have had a day from hell and You just want to close off the world. Stripping down to nothing and climbing into a hot bath that Your sexy submissive has run for You, having him massage your shoulders and feet with those strong hands that You control, bring You a cold…
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Maybe.
I gave you my heart and you gave me words. You asked me to open my mind, you trailed your fingers through my mind and learnt me. Only then did you hold my heart gently smile and hand it back. “When I see you and touch you, you can give it to me again”
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I love this 💖
“When life breaks you, it is because you are ready to be put back together differently. Every piece of you that feels shattered is a piece that will find a new place, a new purpose, a new meaning. Trust that the cracks are where the light gets in. And sometimes, in our brokenness, we find…
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Sometimes this is how you feel.
We all get to this stage at some point in our lives, and when we decide to leave all that is making you feel like you are carrying a huge boulder around behind, this is all you need to do 💕.
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I am a 🧹 Witch.
Everyone has a bit of magic inside them that they are not conscious of, it’s part of our make up, what makes us unique. There is nobody on this earth exactly like Me, and the people that come into my circle are. Drawn to me for a reason. I own My Power and Glory in…
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Magic
My best movie is “Practical Magic”, I relate to this, been brought up believing that Magic is all around us, we just get so caught up in life that we forget to see it. If you believe it then it has power, I forgot for a while but I won’t going forward, We can do…
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Let it Burn
A true witch will be there for everyone else and bring harmony and love to all she sees. But, cross her to many times, belittle her, try and degrade her, make out that she is less than she knows she is!! That’s when you get out of her way, and she will watch you burn…
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Chained or Free
At the bottom of the garden under a beautiful tree sits a fairly. She looks like porcelain with whispy brown wings, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face. On her lap is a book of spells open, but she’s not looking at them, she’s lost in thought. A thin silver chain is…