Author: Jules Lady
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Day 1 in the life of Me.
OKAY, so, I have this Blog and I decided to use it for all the weird daily things in My life, why not 🤭, so this is a summary, painting the picture of where I live. So, I live in a park home that still has its wheels, (Obviously 😉, because I identify as a…
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Rebranding who I am 🌹
Former nurse. Over a decade of BDSM mastery. Queen, Goddess, MILF. Caring and strict. The lore told openly, in her slow deliberate voice, stone by stone. Not a resume — a presence.
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Broken leaves 🍃
The thunderstorm last night raped the Trees, destroyed the branches and leaves 🍃 Yet, a few are still there, this one is broken , battered, her sides have been torn to pieces, she’s alone. But because she’s green and her stem is strongly held by the tree of life, it won’t just let her fall…
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Growth 💌
Just recording personal growth. A few months ago, just beginning to feel that I was perfect for Me , comfortable with Myself. Now 10 kgs lighter, I am physically more confidant and comfortable. Because I am doing it for Me and Me alone 💌💌💞. I have discovered that I really don’t care what everyone else…
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I want to paint you.
This post and picture made me want to paint you. I would use you as My canvas, make you lay there for hours and study every muscle under My paintbrush. I would glory in every shiver, every sigh and every moan I was able to pull from you, but you would not be allowed to…
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Serving Her.
Her, he was created to serve Her, Her soft skin, the way Se allowed him to touch Her feet, he felt the pleasure in making Her happy. Her hands grabbing his hair and pulling it back so She could bite his neck and leave marks to show the world he was Her’s made him hard,…
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Magical Music 🎶
She marked her body with music and waited for the right person to understand it.
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The Sea, a lover’s touch.
A secluded beach, she stripes down to nothing, walks slowly to the edge of the water, the hot sand filling her toes like a lover’s fingers only to fall away with every step. The cooler sand at the edge of the water is where she sat and lay back, the hot sun warming her body…
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Rose colour glasses.
Glasses we are born with, they protect us and help us see the best of this beautiful world. Most of the time we go through life, just getting bigger glasses. Sometimes someone walks up to us and rips them off, stands in front of you and takes a blow torch and just burns them until…