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Pffft.
Yeah, go on & keep thinking that.
I think I will, as a matter of fact. So should you. Respy too.
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I think I will, as a matter of fact. So should you. Respy too.
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Here we go again...
Is it okay for me to say that I want you?
Would you be offended by my lips touching your soft ones?
Would some one on one fun
Turn into something otherworldly?
Lasting from dusk to dawn, back to dusk then breakfast?
Is it okay for me to just be blunt here?
Like how I'd love to restrain you while I feasted?
Not eating neatly, but watching you squirm, squeak and squeal in delight
As I make your skin shine brightly?
Red undertones growing and pulsing with each groan,
Every moan shaking your skin, releasing more pheromones,
Locked away and hidden on the bed in my home,
Living on a high so high, it's like you're stoned?
Is it okay for me to say that i want to completely ruin you?
Leave your chest heaving as I've running completely through you?
Heavy or light bruises, becoming a master canvas?
Your lips becoming an audiences, vocalizing oohs and aahs?
Would you be okay or have any arguments
As I focus on on creating both your beginning and your end?
You could still call me friend as I intend to send
Pleasure principles through your body that would make your spine bend.
Is it okay for me to say that today I want to play?
Sending these illicit messages are just crashing my day..
Cause I can almost feel you, vibrating away..
Is it okay for me to say that I just want to play?
Is it okay for me to say that I want you?
Would you be offended by my lips touching your soft ones?
Would some one on one fun
Turn into something otherworldly?
Lasting from dusk to dawn, back to dusk then breakfast?
Is it okay for me to just be blunt here?
Like how I'd love to restrain you while I feasted?
Not eating neatly, but watching you squirm, squeak and squeal in delight
As I make your skin shine brightly?
Red undertones growing and pulsing with each groan,
Every moan shaking your skin, releasing more pheromones,
Locked away and hidden on the bed in my home,
Living on a high so high, it's like you're stoned?
Is it okay for me to say that i want to completely ruin you?
Leave your chest heaving as I've running completely through you?
Heavy or light bruises, becoming a master canvas?
Your lips becoming an audiences, vocalizing oohs and aahs?
Would you be okay or have any arguments
As I focus on on creating both your beginning and your end?
You could still call me friend as I intend to send
Pleasure principles through your body that would make your spine bend.
Is it okay for me to say that today I want to play?
Sending these illicit messages are just crashing my day..
Cause I can almost feel you, vibrating away..
Is it okay for me to say that I just want to play?
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Rope Play
Stretched and taut, friction builds as every curve of the canvas
succumbs,
Marking, ridges tell tales of taught dominance and given submission.
Pulled tighter, soft breaths escape flared nostrils,
Lips barely move,
Silence is the greatest gift, a sweet nectar served alongside a palatable meal.
Form bent, or stretched wide, patterns vary with details only perceptible
and meaningful
to those involved..
The canvas opens, following the lines of the tour guide,
Closely watching with eyes burning brightly,
Lids fluttering, lashes creating gentle whisps of air
As textures mix with touch,
Brushing combines with clear and purposeful application.
Wrists, waist, hips, buttocks, thighs,
Head pulled back, hair hanging like curtains against a luxurious stage.
The canvas looks magnificent.
The canvas looks statuesque.
The canvas, bound and limited,
Ready to be appreciated, lavished upon,
This canvas glistens and glows as the artist
Prepares for the final, masterful knot.
Pulled, secured, and offered.
Stretched and taut, friction builds as every curve of the canvas
succumbs,
Marking, ridges tell tales of taught dominance and given submission.
Pulled tighter, soft breaths escape flared nostrils,
Lips barely move,
Silence is the greatest gift, a sweet nectar served alongside a palatable meal.
Form bent, or stretched wide, patterns vary with details only perceptible
and meaningful
to those involved..
The canvas opens, following the lines of the tour guide,
Closely watching with eyes burning brightly,
Lids fluttering, lashes creating gentle whisps of air
As textures mix with touch,
Brushing combines with clear and purposeful application.
Wrists, waist, hips, buttocks, thighs,
Head pulled back, hair hanging like curtains against a luxurious stage.
The canvas looks magnificent.
The canvas looks statuesque.
The canvas, bound and limited,
Ready to be appreciated, lavished upon,
This canvas glistens and glows as the artist
Prepares for the final, masterful knot.
Pulled, secured, and offered.
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Morning writers and curious onlookers
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The beauty of our art lies in the details,
Nuanced motions and movements born from
Explicit conversations,
The kind that delve beyond carnal need,
And find slow, deliberate comfort in the revealing of true and honest wants.
The beauty of you on your knees, waiting..
The beauty of my hands shaking just before I grab you..
The beauty of every tremble, every quaking heartbeat,
Our art.
Nothing can compare.
The beauty of our art lies in it's intent.
No wasted kiss, caress, strike
No whimsical stroke, pulse, or bite.
But every thought joined, shared by two,
With a unilateral desire to cause breathless delight.
Even something as simple as your sweetness trickling down my lips,
Dripping from my my chin onto the sheets beneath,
Even that...is art.
Our art.
Nothing can compare.
The beauty of our art,
Well, it's you. And me.
It's domineering in it's strength of will,
Yet, submissive in it's intimacy.
It's the introduction of pleasure and pain,
The exploration of mind and body,
Deconstruction of every wall,
With rebuilding efforts to prevent fatigue.
Our art is broad with thick brush strokes,
Painting violence across plain white sheets..
Our art is open to interpretation..
Abstract with specific demonstrations of perfect harmonies.
It's art.
Our art.
Nothing can compare.
Nuanced motions and movements born from
Explicit conversations,
The kind that delve beyond carnal need,
And find slow, deliberate comfort in the revealing of true and honest wants.
The beauty of you on your knees, waiting..
The beauty of my hands shaking just before I grab you..
The beauty of every tremble, every quaking heartbeat,
Our art.
Nothing can compare.
The beauty of our art lies in it's intent.
No wasted kiss, caress, strike
No whimsical stroke, pulse, or bite.
But every thought joined, shared by two,
With a unilateral desire to cause breathless delight.
Even something as simple as your sweetness trickling down my lips,
Dripping from my my chin onto the sheets beneath,
Even that...is art.
Our art.
Nothing can compare.
The beauty of our art,
Well, it's you. And me.
It's domineering in it's strength of will,
Yet, submissive in it's intimacy.
It's the introduction of pleasure and pain,
The exploration of mind and body,
Deconstruction of every wall,
With rebuilding efforts to prevent fatigue.
Our art is broad with thick brush strokes,
Painting violence across plain white sheets..
Our art is open to interpretation..
Abstract with specific demonstrations of perfect harmonies.
It's art.
Our art.
Nothing can compare.
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JustEl
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Beautiful...
Thank you, El.
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look, ladyT!
how cordial...he's got a rope for us to cut in half and use as a lasso - like wonder woman!
how cordial...he's got a rope for us to cut in half and use as a lasso - like wonder woman!
This place is pretty empty. Pour you a drink?
I already have one.
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner & snooze.
...and I think...rope play??! i thought we already settled that.
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respeito
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I am what I am.
no, that's popeye. *playful hip bump* love your new contributions.
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Thanks,. Respy. I'm trying. lol.
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are you being nice to ladyT?
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Lol. I'm nice to everyone.
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i'm sure; but i didn't ask about everyone. and when i said nice, i meant did you bring her some peanut m&m's?
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I knew she liked nuts, just didn't know that there was a particular kind!
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you need one of these in your thread, Pervy.
http://data.whicdn.com/images/53535850/tumblr_mis2fvkEuy1s6e7dbo1_500_large.jpg
http://data.whicdn.com/images/53535850/tumblr_mis2fvkEuy1s6e7dbo1_500_large.jpg
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Thanks for installing it!@
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Happy Saturday blah blah
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Seriously?
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Happy arbitrarily defined period of time (adpot, for short).
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