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Dom, seeking submissive in need of training. I strongly believe that friendship is the cornerstone of any good relationship which is why I'm looking for someone that wants to be friends first...A freind that has time for a cup of cof-fay and nice conversation, a movie, a walk on the green belt, a phone call, a text message, or share some chinese take-out. Someone that wants a relationship where each is supportive and respectful of the others different passions, feelings and desires What I am looking for is a woman that knows who she is and how to reciprocate trust, honesty and respect, has the patience to deal with the challenges that life hands you, with a great sense of humor to help cope with daily life, and the ability to laugh at herself and the little mistakes we all make daily
If you would like a nice conversation with a funny, sweet, romantic, sexually charged guy, then what the hell, take a chance, isn't that why we are here to take a few chances?
She kneels before her Master's feet and looks into His eyes searching for the truth she needs as she vows to Him her life
Four packages lay on the floor all are wrapped with love she reaches low to place the first in the lap of the one she adores opened as quickly as He had won it.
He views her heart inside, it's yours my love and has been since the day you held me to your side.
The second gift is smaller the paper silver gilt tis just my mind, she whispers yours to do with as you will
The third one is small and compact white paper, small white bow she watches as He opens and whispers...and now, you own my soul
She bends to pick the last gift up and trembles as she holds it small tears of love run down her face this gift has been the hardest
He smiles at her and reaches and watches the gift dissolve Master, my love, she whispers this gift is more than just my love It can't be held It can't be wrapped The gift is my surrender |
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