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So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!


~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade


"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself today.....to see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings dissapear.......you are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS







Thursday, August 18, 2005
Shaking the family Tree Chapter 3

Dominicus the Demented Disciple and the Delicious Daughter of Mary Magdalene



During his 70+ years Dominicus Santorini fathered over 45 children, each male child was sent with his mother to the country of her origin with money and papers (papyrus) that would insure them a comfortable life. The female children were raised and trained to serve the wealthiest of men in the known world thus securing a future for them as well. These direct descendants went forth and multiplied as well until there was no place in the known world where a descendant didn't live. Some maintained normal households and normal lives, but others must have inherited that gene for kink and depravity that drove Dominicus for there were a number that enjoyed the seedier side of life. Such was the case of DominicusVI the Demented Disciple. There is no chronicle or mention of his life in the Bible or Gnostic Text, but there were parchments found in the buried cellar of a brothel (where else) in Judea. At first Biblical scholars thought these were the ancient equivalent of romance novels or smut magazines, but soon the ties to the Christian movement became evident.

Dominicus was an opportunist, who was socially depraved. He met Jesus when Jesus was a carpenter and into self flagellation (whipping oneself). He was originally drawn to JC's place of abode when he heard the crack of the flogger; he called out is there anything I can do, but Christ just said "No". He peered through an open window and saw the young bearded man flogging himself and saw his scarred back. "Must be a masochist", he thought, "Oh well to each his own".


From time to time he'd see Christ on the street and ask how it was going; the response was a liturgy of statements that made Dominicus feel he was in the presence of one of the most delusional, naive individuals he had ever met. He liked Christ, but wished he just loosen up a bit; even when they'd get together with the other guys, Christ would get preachy. Many hung around because of his ability to turn water into wine, but Dominicus hung around because Christ was drawing a lot of young pretty women to him.


Among Christ's closest was a woman named Mary Magdalene.Mary had been a well known whore, who was about to be stoned when Christ intervened. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone", he dictated, but since most of the men had visited her brothel and most of the wives were happy they didn't have to lay with their filthy husbands; no one threw a stone. From that point on, Mary followed Jesus, but she had a daughter by a former John (the Baptist was suspect), who denied any responsibility. She named the girl Zky which was Aramaic for "to be innocent" and Galilean for "to give charity" Her mother vowed she would be innocent, but just called her Charity.

When Dominicus met Charity he was about 35 and she was a sweet 18. She was aware of her mother's business and like Dominicus's famous ancestor had been raised in the brothel by the whores and had been coached in the ways of the flesh though never taken. Charity was eager to experience a man, but her mothers vow stood in the way and as her hormones surged thinking of being a well respected whore, her mother decided to follow Christ and Charity had no recourse but to follow her mother. Dominicus could taste her frustration and almost smell her desire. While Christ spoke to the masses, Dominicus spoke to only one, Charity.



Charity was a beautiful, young woman. She had full painted lips and large almond eyes; her complexion was dark as was her hair and eyes. She stood about 5'8" and had long lovely legs that blossomed into perfect hips and a nicely rounded ass. She was slender and had naturally erect breast, which had not fallen victim to a nursing child. Though not voluptuous, she was well defined and her dresses revealed nipples that begged to be touched if not tasted. Her hair smelled of frankincense oil and framed her face in such a way that artist wanted to paint her while sculptors tried to carve her perfect body, but none was ever satisfied. Dominicus was neither a painter, nor a sculptor; he was in many ways a letch wanting only to have her and fulfill every fantasy she could imagine.


Alone she would sneak away from her mother, while the mother sat at her master’s knee. Charity sought to know life and went to Dominicus for the tales he would relate; tales involving debauchery and lust in near and far off places. He would ply her with wine, and a little hashish. She would lie back on his pillows and watch the fire as he explained in great detail what women had done for and to him. With each visit he watched her as her body reclined there; her robes falling from her hip, the fire dancing in her eyes as she wetted her lips with the red wine. The lust in his stories made her wet with anticipation and Dominicus knew; he sensed it just as senses its prey. He didn't advance though; unlike the tiger he waited for his prey to come to him.


Being close to the one called Christ had its advantages and drawbacks. Though the masses flocked to him so did his enemies. There were Roman legions around them constantly, and they moved constantly. Dominicus found that Mary's attention was a God send, she was so caught up in her own salvation, that she hardly noticed her "Innocent" one falling from grace and into the arms of Dominicus. It was on a night just out side of  Mt.Sainai when she came to him for her nightly visit. She was dressed in Persian silks and wore jewels she had taken from her mother's tent. Her scent was sweet and filled the air around him. There was music in the encampment and once in his tent Charity began to dance around the fire. She danced for his amusement and began to whirl, spinning faster and faster until dizzy from the experience she fell into him. He caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. Her eyes fixed on his, and in a blinding flash he knew she was his. She parted her painted lips and said "Please teach me". His eyes never left hers as he brought his mouth down to hers.

Mary sat at Christ knee as he practiced the sermon he would give on the mountain the next day. He said, "But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart." As those words passed through his lips into Mary's ear, Dominicus began to look upon Charity with his adulterous eye. As Christ said "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you", Dominicus asked Charity to reveal her treasures to him and behold they were shown to him. No painters brush could capture this beauty, no sculptor could capture its heat, but Dominicus had her hot glistening body in his arms and slowly laid her on the platform he called his bed.

He knew that though raised by whores that this would be her first time, and that the blood of this virgin would be given up to him. He knew that she might cry out as his cock cut through her hymen or from the pleasure that would follow the pain, so he took one of her silk scarves and used it as a gag.  Another scarf bound her hands above her head to the tent post in the center of the tent. He drove two tent stakes into the ground about five feet apart and once she was in position tethered her ankles to them. Her eyes followed him as he prepared her, and then to his trunk; from there he removed a small bottle of oil. He came back to her and knelt down; he took the cork from the bottle and passed it under her nose. She recognized the scent of mint as he began to pour a small amount on her breast. His hands were course and almost abrasive as he massaged the oil into her breast; they were also the first male hands to explore her body. She wasn't sure whether it was her excitement, his hands or the oil, but she began to feel her body move with his touch and knew that she was becoming very aroused

The mint made her nipples even more erect and as he brought his mouth down on the first one, she felt the heat of his mouth absorb the cold on that one side. She tried to realize everything that was going on, but in a flash focused only on the finger slowly separating the lips of her pussy. The mint oil created an unbelievable sensation, it was as if an ice had wetted her and the finger was guiding it deeper. Dominicus saw her eyes widen and felt her push against his probing finger. Her wetness astounded him and he brought the finger to his mouth to taste her. The mint obscured her natural sweetness and he felt a bit frustrated having robbed himself of this pleasure. She was writhing on the pillows as the mint continued to be absorbed. He could see the reflection of the fire against her wet pubic hair and his own arousal was evident in his cock as it pressed against his robe.

He dropped the robe to the floor and as she watched with widened eyes, he knelt between her legs. He took his hands and spread her pussy and then brought his tongue slowly up between her lips and then to her clit. He watched it begin to swell and then brought it in between his lips and began to suck. She moved under him now with eyes closed as her wetness was sucked from her body. The ice cold of the mint disappeared and the heat of his mouth made her feel even more intoxicated by what was happening. He had sucked away the mint to discover that taste which was hers alone and once he found it; he could not get enough. There was a raw carnal energy driving him; it was all in response to her. All he could smell was her smells, all he could feel was her body and her wetness as it pressed against his face and hands, and all he could hear were the soft groans and moans filtering through the gag.

He leaned back and watched her as she continued to move beneath him and then took the bottle of oil and let three drops fall to her wet pussy. Instantly her eyes widened just in time to see him as he lowered himself down on her, slipping his cock into her. He felt the mint on his cock and it excited him more, he pushed the mint deeper and she spread her knees to welcome him. He felt the hymen as it offered up little resistance and then the warmth of what must have been her blood. She arched her back as she experienced feelings she was sure no other woman had ever felt. He began to bring his cock in and out of her and with each thrust took the mint in again and again.

She was unable to hold him, unable to wrap her legs around him; she had no control at all. Her body was his, her soul was his, she could only respond with her hips and only communicate with her moans. She closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt the throbbing of his cock as it pushed deeper and the excitement her clit felt as it swelled to meet his every thrust. She felt a strange feeling as some unknown energy built in her body began to grow. It was like created a feeling of urgency, the feeling you have when you need to pee but can’t, but it wasn’t about peeing; it was about excitement and pleasure. She took each thrust as the feeling overtook her and in a second when she could no longer contain it; she released it. Her first climax swallowed her, her body moved, uncontrollably and in the darkness behind her eyelids she saw flashes of light. There were smaller waves that came and went with the movement of his body on her, but she had no control over them; she just floated in the warmth and darkness of her.

He had felt her release and the contractions that came with each ensuing orgasm; her pussy had become a living entity holding his cock snugly as he pushed in and out. His thrust becoming harder and deeper. When she finally began to realize what was happening, she also realized that the same urgency she had felt before was once again building. She opened her eyes wide and looked into his face. She could sense the animal in him which had taken over. She felt the lust in his heart as much as she felt his cock in her pussy and she could feel it even more now. There was a combination of excitement, fear, anticipation in her as her heart beat increased. She sensed his own cumming at the same time she sensed hers. He thrust his cock deep into her and in a second released his cum just as she felt yet another climax and the flow of their juices filled her. He raised himself up with his arms and looked deeply into those wide dark eyes. He removed the gag and released her arms.

“My God”, she said, as she brought her arms around his neck and her lips to his. “Thank you, thank you”. He put his finger to her lips and said, “No, thank you for that gift you have given me”. “You have only begun to learn, this was your baptism so to speak and now you will receive you communion”, he said as he took his cock from her pussy. He released her legs and laid back on the pillows. “Now my love, kneel at my side and take my cock into your mouth.”, he instructed her. “I want you to suck on me as a baby suckles it’s mother’s tit”. She knelt beside him and looked into his eyes, she saw the desire there and did as told. She brought her head down and cupped her hands around his cock so it was supported and then brought those full red lips down on it. She immediately tasted their cum, a combination of taste; some sweet, some salty and a hint of the mint. She suckled as told; as she had seen babies do with only the head of his cock between her lips.

He grasped the back of her head and with a gentle push said, “take the whole thing in” and she did. At first it seemed soft and she curled her tongue around the shaft and began to suck. As she did, she felt it respond and grow larger. She sucked until she almost gagged on it and then heard him say, “Now mount me!”. He eased up on her head as she removed her mouth and stared at her creation. She raised up above him and straddled his body; with her pussy still oozing the fluids from their orgasms, she squatted on top of him as she would to pee in the bushes.

She felt his cock even deeper than she had before, but she also felt another difference. Unlike the experience on her back when she had no control, she now found that she could use his cock like a tool to scratch an itch, no matter where the itch was. She began to raise and lower herself on him ,m pushing him in until that place inside of her began to respond. She felt the animal inside take over and released it to satisfy the need it was sensing. She could feel the excitement build and began mumbling almost inaudibly. As her motions became more rapid, she leaned forward to support herself . When she did she felt him raise his head and take one nipple into his mouth as he squeezed the other between his thumb and forefinger. She was overcome by the sensation and her words became more audible. “Oh my god, oh my god”, she kept repeating as her body plunged down on him. In this new position her clit felt the pressure of his cock against it and the urge to scratch the “itch” became uncontrollable. She felt it build in her and when she could no longer control it screamed out “MY GOD, MY GOD”. Dominicus threw his hand over her mouth and in a single motion rolled her onto her back. Her eyes widened as he said “quiet”. He stayed in her and continued to fuck her with his hand over her mouth as she pretended to struggle. When he came he released his hand from her mouth and brought his lips to hers. He could taste the remnants of their previous tryst and the hint of mint.

Suddenly they were aware of voices outside the tent, a number of people talking. “where did it come from”, “I don’t know”, “ who was calling out for God” the voices said. Dominicus jumped up and donned his robe. He motioned to Charity to dress and told her to sneak out the back of the tent as he exited the front and to join in the search. Within minutes the whole camp had been aroused and Dominicus drug his disheveled body out the front of the tent. He asked what happened and Peter (the fisherman) told him that they had been awakened by what must have been an angel announcing the presence of God among them. Dominicus just smiled and said, “I too heard an angel tonight”. From behind him he heard a familiar voice say “I felt God enter me tonight”. As he turned he saw Charity and behind her Mary. Mary smiled at her and said, “That is why we are here my daughter, to learn of God, his mysteries and heaven”. Charity smiled and said, “I am learning and want to learn more”. Dominicus looked at her and said, “I am sure you will"

Dominicus had found his calling. From that day on he was seldom seen with the other disciples. Thomas doubted his devotion, and Peter denied that he would ever truly be saved. Mary was delighted with charity’s new interest in God, but was somewhat dismayed that she chose to learn about Him from Dominicus rather than Jesus. Dominicus told Jesus he loved him like a brother (and did), but feared that he was beginning to upset the powers that be. He also asked him (as a Rabbi), to marry Charity and he after getting Mary’s blessing. Mary was happy to give her daughter to him, a disciple.

In the coming months they were seldom seen around the camp, but many could hear Charity receiving God way off in the distance. One morning after Charity had received God, Dominicus went to join the others and watch Jesus feed the masses with a single loaf and turn water into wine. Charity was bathing at a stream when 5 Roman soldiers discovered her. They seized her and bound her arms around a tree as they spread and tethered her ankles. The officer in charge told her they had heard her praying that morning and wanted to know if she was with Jesus. She told them no, that she had been with Dominicus and that the cries of “Oh God, my God” were a result of the state of ecstasy her husband had put her in. The guards were already excited, by her explanation, but the officer called her a liar and brought out his whip. He whipped her back and her ass and demanded to know where the phantom husband was. “Away” she cried out.

The officer examined her and said, “If you were in as much ecstasy as you claim then you should be wet enough for this” With that he drew his sword and after running the blade down her back and over her ass; he eased the handle into her up to the hilt. She was indeed wet and they could sense not only her fear but arousal. The officer felt the wetness between her legs and told her that he worshipped another god and wanted to see if she would too. He took some lanolin from his pouch used to treat injuries and smeared it between the cheeks of her ass. He then raised his leather armor and took his already stiffened cock and pressed it into her. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock go where even Dominicus’s hadn’t. With the swords hilt still in her she could feel his cock rubbing against it and her excitement made her push back into him.

“You are a slut and remind me of a Judean whore named Mary I once had”. He cut her hands lose and un-tethered her ankles. “Lets see how well you can treat the warriors of Rome” he said. One of his men laid on the ground while she was forced to straddle him; the officer mounted her ass, the third soldier stuck his cock in her mouth and she began to suck it as Dominicus had taught her. The other two soldiers raised their armor and she grasped their cocks. All of them began pushing into her and she could feel their members grow as they did. It was almost more than she could bare and there was no crying out for God or anything else. Her level of ecstasy had been exceeded and when they cam it was as if an order had been given.

She could feel the hot cum in her ass, pussy and mouth as the two remaining came on her face. Her body shook with pleasure as she came and came again. The soldier whose cock filled her mouth felt her suck him dry until tears came to his eyes. The one in her pussy felt her clamp down until he had to beg to be released. The officer withdrew his cock and said, “You were much better than that Judean whore”. When they had finished they left. When Dominicus returned he found her freshly bathed and singing, “what did you do while I was away, my love” he asked. She grinned sheepishly and told him she had been thinking of the troops away from home and how lonely they must be. She had been thinking of ways to support them. “I was inspired”, she said.

Dominicus had received a gift from a traveler to far off India. It was a series of parchments with illustrations on them of men and women in a number of sexual positions. The traveler told him it was dedicated to the Indian God of Love (Kama) and was called the Kama Sutra. Charity and Dominicus approached the disciples and Jesus and told them that they wanted to spread the “Word” and would go to foreign lands like India. They left on the next caravan, east. Fortunately they left before the Romans seized Jesus, but they heard that Peter and others close to him denied they knew him. There was also a rumor that he had returned. Mary sent a message and said she had seen him and that she would go on loving him forever and she did.

Charity and Dominicus went to India and opened a temple to the God Kama and began teaching the Kama Sutra to all the young Indian women. Charity taught them about their bodies in one on one lessons, while Dominicus taught them as many positions as his aging body would allow. Together they wrote another text related to woman on woman love, which Dominicus illustrated as Charity posed with other girls.

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July 12, 2006   06:40 PM PDT
 
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I have been both a Master and Dom in the BDSM lifestyle for 40 years. I am currently in Sin City, (Las Vegas, Nevada), but I have plied my art all over the country and yes, the giving of pain and pleasure is an art.

I started this because I thought there might be an interaction between myself and like minded individuals, but found most willing to look and not speak; for this reason I have eliminated the tag board and your ability to comment (Consider yourself gagged).

My Blog has become a reflective self analysis and has enabled Me to vent. It has reflected on my childhood, BDSM and it has been a place to share poetry, stories, and art; all erotic in their own way

Having written here for over three years, I realized that I wanted this to be the home of My impure thoughts and deeds; I decided to create another home for the menusha that comes to mind. I created Alt-Thinkining for those who have an interest in my political and social side and who might be appauled or offended by My more carnal thoughts (I love My carnal thoughts ).

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I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.



I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.



You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.



We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.



You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.



You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.



What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.

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And From a Submissive Woman

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high... .. for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful. And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?

If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am that...as wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master. My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and I do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.

His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.


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#9 - A Detective Story

Ramblings and Observations
(For those who want a piece of My mind)

Puppy Love
Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
Edgeplay and the Knife
My Youth
Submission
BDSM Website Security
Pain
On Missing Play
Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
Hospital Stories


Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
Lips
My Toy
Waiting
Daddy's Girl
Blossom
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Orgasm
Edge Play
Cocktails
This Flesh
Smoke
Eve
Illusion
Disillusion
Passion
Watching
Not Watching
Intimacy
Tango 2
Inside of You
Dreamscape
Demons
Despair
Spent
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Bound
Ladies of the Night





Bedtime Stories
(Fables)
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
The Journey


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Extreme Body Modification
(Warning some of these photos may offend, even people with twisted minds)


Links


(They May Spank You For Viewing)



Married Man's Fucktoy
Now Tease Me
xenouveau
Incubus Dreams
Peep Show Stories
Annie's Spanking Good Blog
Vue du dedans
Dee Reawakening
Polyfetishist Directory
The Abyss
Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Cruci-fiction
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
PV-Comics
The Ties That Bind
Mistress Matisse's Journal
3xL : Lust, Love & Latex
Poiesia
Sensual Liberation Army
News For Perverts
The Spanking Blog
Art Of Love
Spanking Art
Polyfetishist
Pillow Book



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