Category: Related to My life experience.
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Dreams & wishes đâ
As children we somehow seem to have our future selves worked out, we dream big and don’t even entertain the negativity of the world. And then life begins throwing stones at our feet, and the stones turn to rock’s, then boulder’s that are so huge, and we slowly stop even trying. Then we turn around…
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A Man who shows up.
Most Men have a mind that is so much more logical than most Women, the phrase ‘Men are from Mars, Woman are from Venus ‘ comes to mind. For Me, a Man who shows up, that’s all. For the times when a Woman is sensual and sexy, wants to be His whore and let’s herself…
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Be Careful .
I am ultimately a Woman đ I have days where I want to Dominate you completely and try to break you! I have days where I want to protect you and hold you in My arms, keep you safe. I have days where I want to just use your body for My satisfaction and pleasure.…
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Day Dreams in the Bath.
Submerged to my shoulders in warm water, the soapy bubbles softly popping, the water lapping at my exposed shoulders and breasts. It feels like your fingers last night, the bubbles are like the soft kisses your lips left all over them, my nipples harden and remind me how tender they are from your constant attention…
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The Curve’s of a Woman.
Do you know a woman? You might think you do, but untill you have traced the curve of her body with your fingers and lips, you don’t know her. Until she has allowed you into her mind to explore her innermost self, her secrets and thoughts, her dreams, you don’t know her. If she has…
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Rewind, Begin Again.
Take a bullet proof, metal box, take each memory, visual picture, dream, hope and expectations you had inside. Open each one touch it and remember that feeling, place them one by one inside the box, remember to cry, laugh, ache and relive them all. Close the lid, lock it and place the key deep inside…
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Expecting too much.
Some days life makes no sense, I woke up believing as always that there’s My person out there. I still believe it, but I am beginning to wonder what it is I am supposed to be looking for in My person. There are two special and beautiful Men I have let into the deepest parts…
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A Man’s Hands.
Hands, I love a Man’s hands, They can be artistic with longer finger’s, stained with paint. They can be covered in grease from working with scar’s. They can be softer from writing and typing in the office all day. They can be large with thicker fingers, ruff from laying bricks or lifting weights. I don’t…