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Not Poly, Not bi, looking for monogamous LTR with a Dominant Man.
I feel I need to make some things clear up front. If you are looking for a hook-up, quick lay, some dirty talk so you can get your fix...Im not the person you want to talk to. There are plenty on this site who are here for just that. I encourage you to find them, have lots of fun, but please leave me out of it.
I am not here to join a poly household. If thats what youre into, thats great, its just not my thing. I also am not interested in being kept in a cage, used by multiple people, or any other crazy thing you might want that would put my physical or mental well being in jeopardy. If youre here to simply talk about fetisheskinks...Im not that person either. Again, there are many here who will be happy to indulge you.
First and foremost, Im a living breathing human being. I have a life I currently live. Im seeking to add to that life, not dispose of it and live some life that is completely unrealistic. I do have feelings, I try to treat people the way I wish to be treated.
I am as honest and loyal as they come....I only know how to care one way, and that is with everything I have. If you have the patience to get to know me, you will find that I give everything I have to whatever I am doing, and that I will fight to the end to preserve the things I care about most.
If you want to know more about me then by all means, message me, but proceed with caution as I will not tolerate rudeness, nor will I follow any demands you might choose to ignorantly make of me. I might be submissive, but I am not here for your entertainment. If you are looking for a play toy, move on....I am in no way what you seek.
The Touch of the Masters Hand
It was battered and scarred,And the auctioneer thought ithardly worth his whileTo waste his time on the old violin,but he held it up with a smile.
What am I bid, good people, he cried,Who starts the bidding for me?One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?Two dollars, who makes it three?Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,
But, No,From the room far back a gray bearded manCame forward and picked up the bow,Then wiping the dust from the old violinAnd tightening up the strings,He played a melody, pure and sweetAs sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneerWith a voice that was quiet and low,Said What now am I bid for this old violin?As he held it aloft with its bow.
One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?Two thousand, Who makes it three?Three thousand once, three thousand twice,Going and gone, said he.
The audience cheered,But some of them cried,We just dont understand.What changed its worth?Swift came the reply.The Touch of the Masters Hand.
And many a man with life out of tuneAll battered with bourbon and ginIs auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowdMuch like that old violin
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,A game and he travels on.He is going once, he is going twice,He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,The worth of a soul and the change that is wroughtBy the Touch of the Masters Hand.
Myra Brooks Welch
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I have learned over time, that many people will come into our lives and they will leave our lives. The circumstances are always different. Someone may come into your life as a friendly acquaintance, calm and quiet...have a nice glass of tea and talk about many a topic on a porch,evening breeze blowing. Laughter may be heard. As the sun disappears and the light fades, so may your time with some people. Others may come in like a whirlwind kick and screaming and be around far longer then you'd like...making a ruckus and throwing your perfectly planned world completely off course.
Each and every person we see or meet, fall in love with, relate to, confide in, yell at, talk about, make fun of, or admire....Each and every single one of them...They have an impact on your life, who you are now, and who you will be tomorrow.
A perfect example. Someone's words yesterday, they completely changed my outlook on today. Be kind to those you meet and interact with...have a positive impact on their life. I'm sure we can all agree there's more then enough negative to go around...no need on passing out more.
Remember when you interact with people, you will never know the whole story, you will never know where they've been, How they've felt or all the thoughts that go through their mind...you'll never feel how they are feeling, or see things through their eyes. So treat them how you'd like to be treated. |
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Today I feel inspired to pass these wonderful stories and poems on to any who might enjoy them. I hope they touch you as the have me.
The olive tree
A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak...
I'm here for you... now and always no matter how far time and space takes us... Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless-- for my love is unconditional...
Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion. Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you.
Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me.... But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!
As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day... and everyday thereafter!
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Another one of my favorite poems.
YOU OWN HIM
When you snuggle closer
and purr in your sleep,
you are his kitten
When you kneel between his legs
gracefully accepting the band around your throat,
you are his girl
When you squirm across his lap,
your tush rosy red and tingling with intimacy,
you are his brat
When you rub yourself all over him
leaving liquid passion in your trail,
you are his slut
When you devour him deeply, pleasing him,
solely there for his entertainment,
you are his whore
When you growl and strain against your leash,
humping his leg for release,
you are his bitch
When you surrender to his strength, his power,
when you sacrifice your body on the altar of his desire,
you are his prey
When you stay still, quivering, unspeaking,
your only purpose to be used, to be mounted,
you are his female
And still…
When you melt into his arms
and lean your head against his chest
and whisper quietly,
“I am yours”
At that moment,
you own him.
- Dreamwalker |
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I find it amazing how many people are here just for a hook up. What happened to being with Simone you actually have feelings for. Someone you took the time to get to know, someone you admire, who makes you week on the knees, someone you just can't picture your life without? Please let me be clear on this. I will ONLY be in a sexual relationship with someone who meets all the above criteria. I WILL NOT come be a fuck toy at your party, I WILL NOT keep some stranger company while he's in town. I WILL NOT submit to anyone just because he says he's a Dominant or some online test says he is. Have some pride in yourselves people. And for god's sake no one who's worth your time wants to see your dick pics. Leave something for us to find out. Make us work for it. Nothing says desperate like the close up dick pic as your main profile picture....And I can't speak for everyone here....but I'm willing to bet that dick pic hasn't helped you much....And you're still left with your hand as your only play partner. |
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I really am interested in friends only....If you think you are going to tell me that I should call you this or that, fuck off.....If you earn it, then I will call you Sir....If you don't, telling me to will definately do you no good. How about a hello before demanding pics....Being witty with your first email is great, but be careful, some things just come across as rude. |
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| Age: 44 |
| Sandusky,
Michigan |
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