My LitPic thread
- Thread starter Shingen
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Japanese Alps, autumn of 1999
enter Shingen and Deviant:
I face you from across the high meadow amongst the brisk cool wind of a coming storm. I draw my katana first and the gleam of your smile flashes across my horizon. The outcome of our battle has already been decided...
I lay in the grass looking up at a weeping sky and wonder...how could I have failed? My blood flows with the forces of nature...but I will live to see another day.
enter Shingen and Deviant:
I face you from across the high meadow amongst the brisk cool wind of a coming storm. I draw my katana first and the gleam of your smile flashes across my horizon. The outcome of our battle has already been decided...
I lay in the grass looking up at a weeping sky and wonder...how could I have failed? My blood flows with the forces of nature...but I will live to see another day.
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Ange1icflowers
Literotica Guru
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*dreamy sigh* so sexy....so thoughtful....mmmmmmmm
I know a secret
a small possession,
an intimatge detail,
unknown in the heart of another.
To tell no one is to tell everyone,
and so it is said
silently to myself
heard by deaf people
and seen by the blind.
I am quiet
I am classified
and I've become rumored...
a small possession,
an intimatge detail,
unknown in the heart of another.
To tell no one is to tell everyone,
and so it is said
silently to myself
heard by deaf people
and seen by the blind.
I am quiet
I am classified
and I've become rumored...
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I love how she innocently smiles at me when she wants something.
I love how she sighs at the sight of a puppy or kitten.
I love the sparkle in her eyes.
I love how she drinks tomato juice only on airplanes.
I love the way her hair smells.
I love that her favorite color is magenta, but that yesterday it was turquoise.
I love how she sighs at the sight of a puppy or kitten.
I love the sparkle in her eyes.
I love how she drinks tomato juice only on airplanes.
I love the way her hair smells.
I love that her favorite color is magenta, but that yesterday it was turquoise.
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littlekateyes
Artist of the soul
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Meditative, focused and concentrated on each stroke. The high pitched hiss of his sword pierces the dark moonless night...
enter Deviant:
Captured within the essence of my weakness
mourning the passing of my honor,
to that of utter malice and unconditional reprisal,
I look upon myself...and curse my fate...
enter Deviant:
Captured within the essence of my weakness
mourning the passing of my honor,
to that of utter malice and unconditional reprisal,
I look upon myself...and curse my fate...
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espressolover
Hip Shaker
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Shingen,
The rest of you is beautiful...but i love your lips. They're perfect.
Thank you for sharing the gift of yourself.
The rest of you is beautiful...but i love your lips. They're perfect.
Thank you for sharing the gift of yourself.
Ireland, September 1999
enter Deviant:
I am guilt without remorse,
which regrets no wrongdoing.
I am exiled,
never to return to my home.
I am a soldier,
who never forgot the war.
And I am like a memory,
impressed and unforgettable...waiting to be released.
enter Deviant:
I am guilt without remorse,
which regrets no wrongdoing.
I am exiled,
never to return to my home.
I am a soldier,
who never forgot the war.
And I am like a memory,
impressed and unforgettable...waiting to be released.
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UnseenChagrin
Déesse de Sensualité
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*purrs contentedly* Mmmmm
just pet
Vanilla with a twist
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SpiceCake said:Sweetie - I told you - they would flock to look at you!
You are beautiful, just beautiful!
Hi Spicey
He is so gorgeous
And sexy
We do have exquisite taste in men, don't we?
I am trying to convince him to come to the L.A. Litogether
I know a few women who want to get close to him (me me)
Summer of 1997
enter Deviant:
For what I have become, I am not proud,
But nevertheless, I am the product of such tyranny.
Pleased they must be for such a fine instrument,
Of one tempestuous in nature,
But refined and precise like a sharpened knife...
enter Deviant:
For what I have become, I am not proud,
But nevertheless, I am the product of such tyranny.
Pleased they must be for such a fine instrument,
Of one tempestuous in nature,
But refined and precise like a sharpened knife...
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February 2001 In the domain of March and the Libra Woman
enter Imogen:
Deep in the prison of March and the Libra Woman they welcome me with open arms. Their fake smiles masking the deceit behind their deeds. The dark passages echoing the futile screams of their prisoners and shine a blue hue, darker than the sky, but lighter than the deep ocean. Such a beautiful hue, that beckons me and calls me to come closer and when I arrive...I wrap my hands around cold steel bars to look at her. And realize that death will not come tomorrow, but today.
enter Imogen:
Deep in the prison of March and the Libra Woman they welcome me with open arms. Their fake smiles masking the deceit behind their deeds. The dark passages echoing the futile screams of their prisoners and shine a blue hue, darker than the sky, but lighter than the deep ocean. Such a beautiful hue, that beckons me and calls me to come closer and when I arrive...I wrap my hands around cold steel bars to look at her. And realize that death will not come tomorrow, but today.
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enter Shingen:
Running my hands through your long tress, untangling and straightening. Kissing every inch of your striking countenance and leisurely dragging my tongue to your sensitive neck. Nuzzling and taking in your engaging scent, a bouquet of flowers on a warm spring day. I feel the faintest of breaths escape your succulent lips. And I awaken you even more as I trace my fingertips along the small of your back and hold you like a long lost lover...
Running my hands through your long tress, untangling and straightening. Kissing every inch of your striking countenance and leisurely dragging my tongue to your sensitive neck. Nuzzling and taking in your engaging scent, a bouquet of flowers on a warm spring day. I feel the faintest of breaths escape your succulent lips. And I awaken you even more as I trace my fingertips along the small of your back and hold you like a long lost lover...
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MistyBluEyes
Vixen
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You are a very sexy man Shingen....I hope you post more pics
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Shingen, you are definitely mouth-watering...I don't think I'd be alone in yelling "MORE MORE MORE!"
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