D's mariposa
Literotica Guru
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- Apr 2, 2003
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I will not shave any of his body parts that he normally does not shave.
I will not apply make up to any part of his Domly self.
I will not dye any of his clothing any shade of purple, even though he'd look perfectly fetching in purple.
I will not use his cell phone to call Siberia so I can attend the Siberian Subbie Circle meeting via teleconferencing.
I will not use his calling card to do so either.
Nor will I borrow his car for a road trip to attend the Siberian Subbie Circles yearly BBQ and spankathon. (You take I-5 up the coast to Vancouver where you ogle the mounties while clearing customs. Then you follow the freeway up the Canadian coast. Take a left up through Alaska and then put snow chains on before attempting to cross the Bering Strait on the ice.....)
I will not take the Icky Flogger or the ping pong paddle, or anything else that is stingy rather than thuddy and toss them into the river or over a cliff or down the garbage disposal.
I will not compose long elegiac poetry in iambic pentameter to the virtue, grace, beauty, pain sluttiness of his darling subbie and post them to Usenet under his name.
I will not hack into his email and add "Neener neener neener!" to his sig line.
I will not keep popping into the bedroom and staring into his face til he wakes up just to see if he is asleep yet.
I will not take his credit cards and shop til I drop on the internet, even though I just KNOW he'd love to see me black leather..
I will not apply make up to any part of his Domly self.
I will not dye any of his clothing any shade of purple, even though he'd look perfectly fetching in purple.
I will not use his cell phone to call Siberia so I can attend the Siberian Subbie Circle meeting via teleconferencing.
I will not use his calling card to do so either.
Nor will I borrow his car for a road trip to attend the Siberian Subbie Circles yearly BBQ and spankathon. (You take I-5 up the coast to Vancouver where you ogle the mounties while clearing customs. Then you follow the freeway up the Canadian coast. Take a left up through Alaska and then put snow chains on before attempting to cross the Bering Strait on the ice.....)
I will not take the Icky Flogger or the ping pong paddle, or anything else that is stingy rather than thuddy and toss them into the river or over a cliff or down the garbage disposal.
I will not compose long elegiac poetry in iambic pentameter to the virtue, grace, beauty, pain sluttiness of his darling subbie and post them to Usenet under his name.
I will not hack into his email and add "Neener neener neener!" to his sig line.
I will not keep popping into the bedroom and staring into his face til he wakes up just to see if he is asleep yet.
I will not take his credit cards and shop til I drop on the internet, even though I just KNOW he'd love to see me black leather..