Tag: Trust
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A Lady .
A “Lady”, is gentle and kind, respectful and knows when to walk away.She can be submissive and glow with a sense of pride, and she can hold her partner’s head to her chest and kiss away tears, feeling proud to be let so deeply into another’s soul. A “Lady”, will stand up to anyone or…
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Beautiful Strength Tested.
Fully clothed She sits across the room, Her eyes locked into his. Her soon to be submissive beautiful Man in a chair facing Her, his hands tied behind his back and legs secured to the chair. The female sub she hired crouching between his legs was blindfolded, she needed his eye’s on Her tonight. She…
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His Test.
He sat waiting in the dark room, she walked in and waited by the door for her eye’s to adjust, the faintest light outlines her form, the first glimpse of her he had. She walked up to the shadow of the Man His masculine smell hitting her senses, he sat waiting as he had been…
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His Words bring Him to life.
Author: ladyjewel An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted. Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges…
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Mirror Image
Author: ladyjewel The mirror was to the floor, heavy silver frame.A lone woman stares at the image she makes,Feels nothing, and wonders how the glass would feel. Hand reaches out and touches the cool glass, she closes her eyes, and her hand slides through to the other side, her arm then her body follow. The…
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Broken Doll.
Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle. Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like…
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Do you know?
Author: ladyjewel do you know…do you know what perfume I like and wear, and if I like flowers or spice?do you know what colour i wear on my toenails, and if I wear red lipstick I feel like flirting and it gives me courage, and if I wear pink I want to be soft and…
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For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.
Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed? They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?Why is she crying so much, I am…
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The Deer.
Author: ladyjewel Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly. The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell ofSomething unknown hits his nose, he stops and his sensesCome alive, he turns…
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The Swan, a love story
Author: ladyjewel The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out…