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I “heart” Cuffs
August 14th, 2010
I love unusual and beautiful forms of restraint. These cuffs caught my eye over at SexandSubmission.com and then (of course) many other distractions kept me there for quite a bit! Good stuff.
Gloryhole Pinball?
August 3rd, 2010Now I have seen it all.
This gives the song Pinball Wizard by “The Who” a whole new meaning.
checking in.
August 1st, 2010Lovely Day
June 27th, 2010Then i look at you.. and the world’s alight with me.
Rub the Lotion / or suntan oil :)
June 26th, 2010Hopefully if I post this - the song will purge from my head. It’s stuck on endless repeat.
June 25th, 2010
Success :)
May 31st, 2010
I have new focus, clear and precise. I have love. I have lust. I have everything I could possibly need.
Bliss!
Excuse me for a bit while I concentrate on what I must. My posts may be few and far between moving forward for a while… as I really don’t care to feed energy that causes overall grief - and frankly the energy that I need to give is ripped from me on a daily basis. (I am thankful)
Be well and be good at all you do! kisses for now xox
kink~
Happy Ending
May 26th, 2010Sterling Silver Strokes
May 24th, 2010
You too can have a sterling silver palm with this Betony Vernon Petting Ring
It’s only 1,550.00
Please RSVP
May 21st, 2010It’s Friday. There’s a party in my panties - and you’re invited!
Thursday
May 20th, 2010It measured up to be a wonderful day. 
I heart Thursdays!
The Mask
May 18th, 2010
Oh the many Masks we wear. To be who we are required to be or to tolerate what others perceive us to be - or demand we be, or catch hell.
Soon we just leave them on all the time, even during sleep to prevent misery.
I am lucky (and thankful) to be the one you can take it off for and be who you really are.
Some wear Masks out of fear, low self esteem, jealousy, and the worst of all - Pride.
Pride is the Mask of one’s own faults. It’s a very ugly one. Even tho transparent!
What torture they must endure.
Before you pick up the phone and give someone hell about their Mask? Look in the mirror to see which one you are wearing. Trust me, it’s the one they find most ugly.
PS. Dear paranoia behind that mask: this isn’t about you.
xox
May 17th, 2010
lady luck
May 16th, 2010And I will study the science of your every reaction until I turn it into an art or a superstition.
The way your atoms rub together. Molecules colliding with a whimper and a happy tear.
The planets have aligned. The coin reveals a Head. The dice are smiling.
The arrival time, set for when the sand has spent the hourglass.
Then - I will get you my pretty.
The First Sign is taking Strange Pictures
May 15th, 2010I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art.
Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn’t worry anyone.
A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one’s ever played.
I will stick with art for now.
