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| I own the lovely Allegra, aka Charlotte Vale. I'm her Daddy, Master, and owner; She's my slave, and little girl. We are successful with a background in the adult industry.
If you are interested, be loyal, and be relationship oriented rather than career oriented. With the right relationship, the right team, we can accomplish anything.
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Revamping this old profile. |
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Cute lyrics:
I Call That True Love
(Shel Silverstein)
Ever' mornin' won't you you wake up early cook me great big T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go on the street and hustle bring me back all the money you make
Won't you rub my body with sweet scented oil, cool me with a 'lectric fan
Run to the church fall down on your knees say "Lord I wanna thank you for that man"
And I'll call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of love I need
I wanna come home every evenin' to a great big meal of wine and roasted pheasant
I want you to say to me "Ray, hey this is Susy, this is Kay, I brought 'em both home to you for a present"
When "The Man" downs his soul and find my stash, won't you tell 'em it belongs to you
And when you're sittin' in the slam tell all the other chickies when they get out they should look me up too
And I'll call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of love I need
Some guy accuses me of foolin' with his wife threatens to take me apart
Points a gun at me, I want you to jump in the middle and take the bullet in your own heart
And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin', I want you to look up at me and say
"Hey Ray I'm sorry I messed up your rug, just roll my body out of the way"
And I'll call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of love I need
Hollywood calls you on the telephone I want you to turn down the part
And when we're ballin' baby, ride on top so I never ever strain my heart
And I'll call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'......
(c)1972 Evil Eye Music Inc. |
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Recovering from surgery. I no longer have sleep apnea, and will likely be in fine shape by September. |
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I wish I could import my old journal, from my outdated profile. This is one of the things I wrote there, that I feel is worth keeping: Why is suffering so sad when it is silent and purposless, yet so beautiful when it isn't? Poets and lovers, yearning for what they lack. Perhaps it is evidence of love, that they suffer for being bereft of that which they crave so deeply. The depth of the suffering indicates the depth of the love, and suffering bares the soul as it cries out for help. In the bareness of the soul, it is hard to doubt that there is indeed love in that longing. |
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You can't help someone who is intent on drowning herself, you can only make her angry with you for trying to get in her way. Some cries for help are genuine, where others are false advertising. It can be hard to tell the difference. I have been in bad spots in my life once before. I at one point called a suicide hotline. In my case I genuinely wanted to correct my situation, so it's harder for me to understand that some don't want help correcting theirs. Do unto others as they would have done unto them. Even when there is such a tragic worry as suicidal threats, I need to remember this still holds true. Not a particularly easy concept to accept. |
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About twelve years ago, at the tender age of twenty, I started a computer store. Later, at age twenty eight, I took over as Computer Services Manager at a local college (more commonly known as Chief Information Officer). I had no college degree or industry certification. I have lifted weight in the many hundreds of pounds, so heavy that the bar bent when met with the force I exerted against it. I ate with the appetite of three men, and loved with the force and prowess of a gangbang contained within a single person. Known to make women pass out, dislocate their back (I corrected it afterwards) with the sheer energy and force of a fuck, I have so much energy and aggression it is hard not to roar when I face the world. I roar when I face the weights, or when I make love, I can not help myself then. Soon I will have surgery to correct my sleep apnea, restoring me to my former state and beyond it. I love having a woman serve me, and devote herself to me 24/7 at home, because a woman who quakes at my feet puts me in a good state of mind and confidence to face the world with even more vigor than I have by default. I have ambitions to be an inventor, and perhaps the world's strongest man, depending on when you ask me.
Let the world tremble, as the woman at my feet! Let there be gasps of awe saying "You're too young, you can't be serious!", and I will succeed and be remembered as a hero and a conqurer who lives above and beyond the averages and mean defaults that are expected of the next Joe who walks through the door. |
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There is a saying that pain is weakness leaving the body. After reading profiles about a desire to be humiliated and depraved, it occurs to me that humiliation is slavery entering the body. Once accepted, the humiliation no longer burns, the sense of indignant self is now burnt off and discarded, and all that is left is the peaceful slavery that remains. |
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Got a new pair of Clejuso 15 handcuffs and a steel locking prison collar (for play purposes) earlier this week. Fun! They really are quite enormous. I've wanted them for about a year now and finally got around to picking them up. |
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| Age: 99 |
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