SweetLittleNothings Posted August 15, 2018 Share Posted August 15, 2018 A personal vaultA place to keep my scribblesA place to look back Each a piece of meSharing Thoughts, feelings and viewsFor posterity A confessionalA place to hang my burdensLighten my spirits Free my heart of doubtFree my mind of all conflict Free myself of lies **** If interested…Come in, have a look aroundBut please don’t post here. Sorry so selfishI do not mean to offendJust want a safe place Send me a PM….If you want to share commentsOr have a question. *** I will begin posting... and continue posting,,, as soon as I begin gathering my scattered thoughts. Liguriac, OLESYA, Briana and 5 others 8 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 15, 2018 Author Share Posted August 15, 2018 Street Life (August 8th 2016) A Pimp and her bitch, stand side-by-side On a corner in Achat, with nowhere to hide Hustle n Bustle the streets are aliveEveryone there looking for a sex drive Their eyes see candy, their crotches cry All want the same thing, this girl so spry. Blonde and slim with legs to her chinThey look, they drool, they give her a grin Dressed in leather n lace with an angel's faceThey all talk to her pimp, all making their case. Gather round ALL, if you like what you seeThis could be yours, this could be free The cost for this treasure, just a short storyA tale of my "bitch" and you in your glory No kissing, hugging, cuddling or moreThat is for Lovers, she is your whore Use her, abuse her, fill up her shrineShe can take it, this "bitch" of mine Fill up her holes, but don't touch her mouthThat is not yours, move your cock south Do what you want, explore your lustShe'll take you for a ride, until you bust Make your deposits, fill her tight holeStick a butt plug in her and send her on home Get me that story and make it quickI don't want my prize to spoil, I want to lick Give me inspiration, give me what I NEEDI have a story to write, give me my SPEED I may be the Pimp and she my bitchBut only today, only until we switch. OLESYA, Vaughan_Rarius and Rodin 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 15, 2018 Author Share Posted August 15, 2018 It’s my off day… I get to do whatever I like. Today I went for a long bike ride, I usually prefer running but at over 7 months Prego… biking is easier on BOTH of us. Especially on the boobles, not accustomed to being this top heavy. Anyway, back to the reason for this post… I tend to get distracted when I write … while riding, like running, my mind tends to drift and wander. Well, this morning it happened to bump into Andrea, who just happened to be popping into my head for a visit. An hour later… I/ WE have composed a rather naughty, lengthy poem. She has a way of doing this to me…. Digging n clawing, excavating feelings n thoughts… then compelling me to write them. BITCH Though I will not share the poem…. or any of the attached visual aids, that’s completely up to her. I will post a “Roleplay” haiku of what I HOPE happens when she opens that “unexpected treat” sans the visual aids. Sorry YES… I'm jumping into Andrea for a moment…. Hope I can fit… not as petite as I used to be. Been a long week alreadyand it’s only Wednesday.My mood sucks, libido drained,don’t even feel like posting. But I log in anyway…A creature of habit.Greeted by a “ONE”in my forum basket. A PM from my Peaches,I barely manage a smile.Not because I don’t careBut because I feel vile. But as I begin reading,I realize there is a poem.An unexpected treatTo welcome ME home. By the time I’m 4 stanzas inA hand is deep in my pants.Not bothering to unbutton,fingers already busy as ants. Her words raw and unfilteredUnafraid of her NEEDSSpilling into my worldTaking control over ME. Lifting my burdens,Numbing my ego.Swallowing my worries,and awakening my libido. Now 6 stanza’s inI’vs busted a buttonPalm pummeling monsFingertips a strutten Caught in her frenzyMy fingers are hers,Working their magicalong my steep curves. So lost in the moment,oblivious to my reality.OMG, what a sight I am…Looking like I gotta PEE. Hunched over the desk,Inches from the screenAss pushed back, legs wideA hand thrust into my jeans Fingers buried between folds,sliding in n out of my wet slit.Grinding my hips to desk’s edge,pinning my palm to my hard clit I’m fucking the desk,I’m fucking my hand.Past the point of caring,It’s release that I demand. I feel the quake building,within the deepest places.Fingers increase their tempo,Keeping up with its paces. Now… at the last stanza,her climax is now my own.Barely capable of focusingas my body shudders n moans. As I’m melting into my panties,leaving a wet spot on my jeans.Still embarrassingly perched,unable to move from the screen Welcome Home she ends,A BIG smile comes over me.She knows without asking,That she changed my day. Never underestimate what an unexpected treat can do... it's powerful mojo OLESYA 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 16, 2018 Author Share Posted August 16, 2018 Fuck it…. decided to post it anyway. Not the most obedient Pet Your Cooze Bound and positionedStraddling your Peaches faceGiving her a smile Engaging my eyesRaking fingers through wet hairPreparing your PET For a new kinda ride… Lowering yourself on meMuffling my words Hips begin to rockSlowly washing over meLeaving your slime trail My nose…. Your rudderGuiding you over terrainMy chin… your backstop With each new motionYou cover more distanceAnd quicken your pace Fingers grabbing hairPulling me into your swingGrinding into me Now FUCKING my faceNOT like any WOMAN wouldBut like a MAN can Not tender with loveBut brutally… with lustSatisfying NEED Friction heats my faceExcitement lubricates itHer scent fills the air Faster and HarderNot just moaning but gruntingLost in the moment Your itch now burningDriving you on… recklesslyMe your scratching post Hands deep in my hairHips thrusting franticallySeeking some release Drenched in your wetnessHidden between puffy foldsDrowning in nectar “Tongue” is all you screamI obey and raise my ploughCultivating you Thrusting hard and deepInvading your hot trenchesAdding a speed bump Your arc now longer….From hooded pearl to rosebudExciting all nerves I feel it in coming….The trembling in your musclesloss of vice control Forcing my chin upOpening my mouth widerWorking my stiff tongue Thighs clamping my faceYour rocking becomes grindingI know you are there Sucking your climaxFluids spraying everywhereCoating me in warmth Grunts and cries echoSpams massaging my faceMY name fills the room I wear you proudlyUpon my face, in my eyesMy smile is your joy It’s more fun… BEGGiNG forgiveness rather than asking for permission. (Edit) oops… better give credit where it is due “Her” words, not mine. But I DO obey this Rule. OLESYA 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 17, 2018 Author Share Posted August 17, 2018 My first poem to Andrea (August 8th 2016) Like a shooting star full of energy,wandering through space aimlessly. Searching for a thing unknown to me,waiting for a feeling, someone's gravity. Then out of nowhere as fate would be,a faint whisper I hear through the sea. Calling n searching for a hand to hold,the voice I hear is humble n controlled. Without thought or concern of hearing me pine,I speed for this irresistible lighthouse of mine. A cocktail of emotions swirling through me,could two opposite forces set each other free? Could we be friends or lovers to be?What would we make, what chemistry? I will be your soundboard, if you will be my art.I want to experience everything, feel ripped apart. I will be your lightning, if you will be my thunder,a force like this must complement each other. I'll be your "Knockout", you be my "Scandal",I am the force that only you can handle. With patience n grace, that only wisdom brings,you focus my powers, this uncontrollable thing. Dress me in silk, dress me in leather,It does not matter, as long as we are together. Dress me in latex, bind me with chain,look deep in my eyes and tell me I'm insane. None of that matters I am spellbound in lust,The voice in my head commands that I must. Your torch burns hot to light up this soul,You are my inspiration, you are my Andi Warhol. Listening to every word, knowing what each means,You understand me, I am your Peaches n Cream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 17, 2018 Author Share Posted August 17, 2018 (August 10th 2016) You enter my room to claim your prize,I see FUCK in those horny hazel eyes.You hold out your hand, a gift for me,a silicone Strappy, a plug and a pleaFuck me deep. Fuck me hard.I want a bully in my play yard.No love. No sweet talk, no words at all,just spread me wide and give me a ball.Enter me quickly, stretch my bouquet,thrust deeply, take each breath away. Pull your knees up high for me, all the way,You know how I like to watch when I play.Twin moons shining, your sex staring at me,I give my girl what she wants, hearing her plea.Look into my eyes, do not stray away.Beg me to cum, as I tease you all day.I see that glint, I know it's a hint.You want it faster, now it's a sprint.Pull my hair hard, take me by the reins,I want to feel your lust deep in my veins.Thrusting n grinding, scratching her itch,riding my sweet filly, making her my bitch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 21, 2018 Author Share Posted August 21, 2018 August 11, 2016 An Army of ONE Unlike any Army, any other you have seen,these possess a power which hides unseen.Under the radar where they want it to be,this incredible power hides and is also free. They guard their secret faithfully and so well,hiding in plain sight, without the slightest tell.Wielding their weapon with grace n accuracy,capable of a gentle caress or striking lethally. So humble, so quite this Army of One,lucky are we that they’re the “Chosen”.For in the wrong hands this power I fear,could lay waste to many, both real n near. This weapon I speak of… there is no safe place,no borders, no doors can keep it from our space.Silent and weightless it moves at the speed of light,this power cannot be stopped, it wins all the fights. But these wondrous beings, my Army of One,controls this gift more powerful than any gun.Faster than bullets, more explosive than bombs,this power I speak of was mentioned in psalms. Not bound by race, religion, politics or time,no security can detect it, few see it's crime.Whether seen or heard , it does not matter,for we are all affected by its guile n chatter. This power I speak of, it mirrors it's master,dwelling deep in a mind, but surfacing faster.Only wisdom and resolve can harness such forceanything less drifts towards a dark toxic course. Only a special few can control such a power,can transform it from a weapon into a flower.Turn it inside out and give it new perspective,melt anger, judgment, hate into a calm collective. Where are you? Where is my Army of One?Make right what is wrong, reverse what is done.Our world under siege by hate, greed and fear,we need courage and hope, we need you near. What is this power, this force I speak of,capable of opposing forces, hate and love.Why it is one in the same, that is it's prowess,it all depends on its Master and it's harness. This wondrous gift, this power they protect,is the magic over "words" and all their effect.With thought n passion they bring them to life,capable of healing hearts or impaling with knife. How do you know, who is an Army of One?Ah, that is the trick, it is not so easily done.They are wise, calm and quite, hiding in place.For wielding such power takes empathy n grace. How do you know, if YOU have what it takes,to be this Army of One, to fix our mistakes?That is quite easy, only a special mirror you need,and a deep look inside to discover your true creed. There is no greater weapon in our world than "WORDS"... spoken or written.There is no other weapon less understood, respected or more abused.Once spoken they can NEVER be taken back, their effects long gone.I pray we all learn to respect this weapon and the power it wields before we one day regret it. Thank you for reading, *hugs* to those that like them…. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 21, 2018 Author Share Posted August 21, 2018 August 13, 2016 Baby's been a Bad, Bad Girl Careful, I am, knowing what SHE could do,but resistance is futile, deep desires too true.Oh My Lady Andrea, "what's a Bad, Bad girl to do"?Leaving you behind, alone, with nothing at all to do. While your PEACHES were being plundered,by someone other than you… I wondered.I lick, I bite, I suck, I fuck… all without her permission,knowing when I return, I want to offer my submission.I know once bound, there is nothing I can doI am now her indulgence, enduring her taboo.There are butterflies a plenty, exhilaration n fear brew,thoughts racing through my mind of what SHE will do Baby's been a Bad, Bad Girl, now asking for forgiveness,I beg my Lady Andrea, please punish me for my business.I try so hard for you, but lack your control and fortitude,I see, I like, then want n crave just a prisoner of my moodI now submit to your wishes, place my deepest trust in you,Am I worthy of your forgiveness, your mercy, or your shoe?My gaze is now her prisoner, my voice but a whimper,I hesitantly release the flogger, bow my head and purrrThen I wait patiently for her instructions, obedient I am,My Lady Andrea says "Turn over", I reply , "Yes Ma'am". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetLittleNothings Posted August 22, 2018 Author Share Posted August 22, 2018 August 21, 2016 When you care ….When you care, change takes holdsilently, slowly, slipping insidenever again to be denied.When you care, control is relinquishedfeelings hijacked a prisoner of your heartnow just along for the ride.When you care, worlds collidefantasy slips into reality, feelings betray logicemotions borne, magic witnessedWhen you care, the "space between the lines" binding wordsis where you both connect, nothing lost in translation.When you care, sacrifices are gifts, pleasing is pleasure,thoughts become touches, a "me n you" becomes "we n us"When you care, for another more than youyour cowards become heroes, your demons ...angelsFor nothing is impossible when you care Vaughan_Rarius 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted October 8, 2018 Share Posted October 8, 2018 August 28, 2016 TRUST Wish I could see it in your eyes, that simple truth that never lies.Just a glance I would need to replace countless words, countless tries.This is the magic of Eyes, to know in an instant without disguise,feelings of another unfiltered n undressed. Captured by surprise.As much as I want…i cannot see… so I must find this elsewhere in youYour words are my eyes into your soul, without them blind as a shrew.I soar, I fall, I hold my breath, I wait, I wish, thoughts of you in my headSearching each word for it's meaning, for all I have of you is what is read.I miss nothing… though I may be slow, comes to me eventually, only then I knowThe feelings between the words, the message meant for me, providing all a showIf I could only see your eyes. If I could only feel your touch.Would I know you any better? Could I possibly know as much?These are things I often wonder, when I think of you.Do I really make you happy or do I tend to take you blue?I read your ICEHOUSE story, the one where you’re binding meAlthough I stand there silent, I am screaming to be freeWhat my LADY does not know is this fear inside of meThe trust I bestow upon thee is real, I pray you hear my pleaI then read your other messages, each one in its turnI see your excitement, expectations, then see them crash n burn.I know I am responsible though I do no wrong, like it or not, I doI hate how these three hours and my weekends impact youIt is now the little things, that bind my mind to youlike a cute naughty girl in this movie with her own collar and attitude tooGuess what movie I saw tonight? Where she is me and I am her if I had that view.I look in a mirror, I see all its cracks, I recognize parts of me in this complex brew.I am many things; good n bad, soft n hard, angry n sad, wise n ignorant, naughty n niceSome of me I let the RL world see, I know my place, what is safe and what is viseOther parts of me are forbidden from this world for they require such a stiff priceSo I release all of them here, with all of you, so you see me as true, not just nice. - Peaches ☙𝔼𝕩❧ and Lady_Andrea 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted October 9, 2018 Share Posted October 9, 2018 September 8, 2016 Saturday Morning Strolls A domme and her “charge” stroll side by side,in search of fresh meat, leaving nowhere to hide.Prowling the streets of Achat’s Winter Square,in hopes of finding a meal they both can share.One dressed stylishly in black leather with red lace,the other… just a collar, boots n grin upon her face.Together they hunted, they would not be denied,the hunger between legs building with each stride.No boys, no toys, only a hard MAN would do,this isn’t a date so don’t expect a thank you.We will use you, abuse you, leave your sac dry,your cock our toy until done, then it’s “bye-bye”We’re not prowling for love, only your sex,we got each other we only want your apex.Give it to us deep and hard, fuck us fast,then give us your deposits, make it a blast.It’s your crème we want, dessert for each other.buried deep inside our ovens mixing with another.My Lady likes her dessert… Peaches n crème,fed a drop at a time; lick, suck, then clean.From one dish is her honey, from the other her spiceHer tongue in a frenzy, slurp, suck, spit. mmm, nice.When my Lady is full and my vessels have been emptied,then my turn to dine n savor on delicacies to be envied.A Dom and her “charge” cuddle side by side,changing roles while cradled in a spoon ride.Whispers, caresses, sweet little nothings are heard,until bodies become silent, slumber now preferred. Peaches Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted October 9, 2018 Share Posted October 9, 2018 September 16, 2016 Riddle Me This Who it will be? I do not knowThat I will find them… I am hopefulANDWho it is? My search now overWhat will it be? I can only imagineThat it will be… only karma knowsANDWhatever it is? I will cherishWhen it will happen, I never knowThat it will happen… I am certainANDWhen it happens… I have no doubtsWhere I will find it, I have not a clueThat I will find it. I know to be trueANDWhere it is, I will remainWhy it will happen, is not for us to knowThat there is a WHY, I only presumeANDWhy does “WHY” matter?If ALL the others are true…. - Peaches Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted October 10, 2018 Share Posted October 10, 2018 Today 10/10/2018 Feeling Ryleigh….. No better feeling,than being set free.Not by another,but of yourself. Finding someone,larger than me.Replacing my worst.with all of my best . Turning a coward,into fearless knightTrading judgement.for understanding. A self-absorbed heart,once heavy in doubt.Now filled by anotherremoving all doubt. Owners of my heart.... thank you - Kait aka Peaches... now Mama Peach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Kaitlyn1989 Posted October 12, 2018 Share Posted October 12, 2018 September 18, 2016 / * lightly edited 10/11/2018Submission My weaknesses, you know themWithin your hands you hold themMy kryptonite now belongs to youThe me you have exposedMy vault fully disclosedI am finally understood Not the ME, I used to beHidden pieces now set freeInto my mind you plunderedForever changing my realityWhen inside your chambersNaked, vulnerable n boundMy control and power giftedNow seems so profound TRUST bestowed upon youFeeling more akin to faithPower lies in believingDoubt it’s only wraithThought of being boundRestrained and helplessTerrifies me deep insideLeaving me breathless A place I cannot goa mind not my ownLeft alone creatingMonsters of my own Yet, I let you take meBind me foot and handMake me your prisonerMy sanity in your hands Surrendering to youFreely, even if afraidTo get what I wantI have to be played There is no “one”without the otherno short cut will do In places lines blurfrom point of viewtaking me to placethat I never knew Conductor to my orchestra, director of my movieYou dig, rip n claw as you mine all my treasuresLost in your feeding frenzy, in your own pleasuresThe feelings that ravage my body, rock my mind, overwhelm meCan only be gifted by another, completely unknown before you seeYou know what I need without asking, what I can take better than meYou push me past my limits, show me there is another to set freeThe effort you make, the care you take, the LOVE you showAll are essential to me while bound; my arms legs and torsoYour eyes, your words are all I have as reassuranceTo suppress this monster called “Fear”, my only insuranceYou leave me drained, exhausted, not a thought left to freeMy mind silenced, my body trembling, my emotional apogee - Kait aka Peaches... now Mama Peach Lady_Andrea 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted October 15, 2018 Share Posted October 15, 2018 For YOU, my everything... Happy (official) 2nd Anniversary My Friend, she likes meAs I am… the good n badAlways has my back My Lover, lusts meMy body is her templeMy sin her freedom My Spouse, she loves meHer forgiveness infiniteAccepts me complete My LADY, owns meCompletely, yet I am freeGifts to each other ***** A true friend, enoughA lover, more than luckyA spouse, a dreamscape To have one of these Is more than many will knowConsider self, lucky To have more than one…A best friend as a lover?Rare air I suspect But to have ALL three…A spouse, as lover and friend?Consider self, blessed To have more than this…Seems beyond impossibleWhat else could there be? I know that answerI have tasted its nectarFelt is addiction Answer… submissiongifting someone your beingswimming in its bliss Free of myself doubtsFree of what others will thinkSafe… my nesting tree Andrea…. we fly free of rules n expectations, messy at times but love of the other the magic prevails. From the day you first took my hand… July 31, 2016 in a PM and then our first date To the day you collared me…. August 27th 2016 in the Dungeons of Icehouse To the day you proposed… October 7th, 2016 while parading me around Achat’s Winter. Asking me to break your last cyber rule. To today, TWO years ago… October 15, 2016 becoming more than friends n lovers, taking vows in front of friends n peers… holding them till this day. Happiest of anniversaries babe, #2… we made it thru an emotional n tumultuous sophomore year. whew,,,, Woody (Auswoody) would be smiling. Kinda reminds me of his banner. “The object of the journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body…. but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting…. Holy Shit, What a Ride !! (misses you Mick) YOU are a unlike any other I know Thank you, I love you…. all I got Kait, your Mama Peach Lady_Andrea 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted November 2, 2018 Share Posted November 2, 2018 November2, 2018 to WH.... for the inspiration. A Haiku…without my siggy juvy rhyme Bare knees to cold floorHeated cock lodged in airwayFace buried in pubes Gagging, i can’t breatheDrooling, whimpering, tearingI am in heaven I give you my airControl over my musclesA vessel for you Now give me your angstExpose the monster withinMake your deposit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted November 2, 2018 Share Posted November 2, 2018 November 2, 2018 Yep another one… must be TWOFOR day My Lady has an urge,to see her Peach’s ripen.By a stranger’s hard steel,hear her slut gasp n squeal. She wants her eye to eye,on bed, on hand and knee.Being taken from behind,eyes low, arched n ass high. Only needing her Peach’s face,no interest in the cock as prop.Only in those eyes n expressions,and the cocktail soon left inside. Hand in hand, within breaths reach,the pounding from behind begins.Lurching her Peaches into waiting lips,before being pulled back for reloading. If a painting is worth a thousand words,those eyes… worth a thousand paintings.Exposing every thought n feeling inside.From yearning to reach her Lady’s lips,to the exhilaration of being impaled. Kait hid nothing from her addiction,exposing unfiltered mind and spirit.From the love that filled her heart,to carnal sin that fueled her lust. Until the moment they collide,when all is stripped but essence.Nothing lost in translation…the body losing muscle control,the mind losing its fight with id. The words in those eyes…The picture in that expression…The music in her whimpers…Is the heroin€ Andrea craves When boytoy has been sent home,her Peaches continues to simmer.Her body still trembling n leaking,is when Andrea will begin feasting. Each getting what we need.... That is the power of love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted November 14, 2018 Share Posted November 14, 2018 She's not for everyone,a unique fit to match.But i put on her outlines,and found my perfect catch.So different yet the same,our wants and needs fluid.But put the two of us together,we become each other’s cupid.She's my friend, my lover, my teacher,my Lady, my Gamer Girl, and Knight.Showering me each morning in her words,then reading my confessional every night.She likes me and loves me just as i am,All of me, not just the good but the bad.She never leaves me with any doubt,making sure I know her love is ironclad.Looking back upon my words,before my unexpected accident.I asked my Lady Andrea a simple wish,for just 3 words, my daily supplement.Upon awaking from my dreamless sleep,I discover she has left me so much more.Every day i find an email, PM and a post,with words of love that let my spirit soar.You will never know how special you are,not capable of seeing the YOU that i do.But that's just one of the qualities i admire.in the beautiful entity that i know as YOU. Kait 9/25/17 Lady_Andrea 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted November 15, 2018 Share Posted November 15, 2018 November 15, 2018 Intended or not…Actions have consequencesThat can’t be undone Innocent or not…Making little differenceTo injured feelings Sorries, no solaceThe transgression personalInflicted by… friend. Actions without thought...Unfiltered words without heartDangerous weapons Words can't be unheardReality... no rewindA price must be paid. Rodin 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted November 26, 2018 Share Posted November 26, 2018 Spent the entire Thanksgiving holidays with family n friends… without watching or reading any outside news. Taking a respite from the relentless weariness of knowing there are so many who have little or nothing at all. Allowing myself to detach from this reality and its touch… to appreciate all the blessings in my life n recharge my mojo to go on spreading smiles another day. MY Thanks… giving MY world a bubbleProtecting me from struggleMy head buried deep But reality tugs…At the tether of my heartPulling me to earth My bubble brokenThe illusion exposedSerenity gone I live a blessed lifeI am so very thankfulTry to live grateful But know many don’t…This gnaws at all my blessings How can I do nothing? I do what I canAlways try to be helpfulDonate time n things My Thanksgiving gift….A brief vacation from thisCelebrate blessings Recharge my mojoContinue helping othersIts good for the soul . Rodin, DinopL and Briana 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rodin Posted November 27, 2018 Share Posted November 27, 2018 Are you...thanky thanky ..JoJo..as a mojo..so there is something that you must all knowwww.......it is a yupyhiupy in a dojo..so to be clear ..this is everything to spend some time with your family! pls take care always of your souls..brothers and sisters..rODIndeleted it ^^ Kaitlyn1989 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted November 30, 2018 Share Posted November 30, 2018 November 30, 2018 - Haiku The REALITY is… We have never metYet no one knows me betterSees me more clearly We have never spokenYet share words everydayMy confessional We have never touchedYet know each other’s bodiesAs well as our own We’re not exclusiveNot each other’s everythingBut share in their joy Never togetherBut never apart eitherAlways in the heart We live in our headsOur bodies… only vesselsOur heart makes it real Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted December 11, 2018 Share Posted December 11, 2018 A wonderful weekend, a magical post, filling me with emotions… taking me down Memory lane. November 22, 2016 My offer finally accepted, only 5 months Past Due,had to post it twice, my “offer” of a "BATH for TWO".Maybe it was bad “TIMING”, just not the right “FIT”,but if it feels right, follow your heart n never QUIT.Come with me, take my hand, let’s share a TUB,and let me show you the FUN in “RUB A DUB DUB”.The “LUSH” bubbles rich n foamy, offer a place to HIDE,while the soothing heated water below invites you inside.Take off that robe, come over here and let me help YOU in,then I will slip n slide in behind YOU and let the FUN begin.Relax your busy MIND, close your tired eyes and take it offline,relax your weary BODY, take a deep breath and slide into mine.Let me wash away your worries, from your head down to your toes,with naughty minded, slippery fingers massaging away all your woes.Your limbs n muscles soon respond, their tension melting away,as I whisper “Sweet little nothings” into your ear, my tongue at playCaressing and kneading, massaging n teasing,ten little fingers busy on a mission of pleasing.Lathering up those hairs while massaging some head,Kissing n licking your neck, until legs begin to spread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaitlyn1989 Posted December 16, 2018 Share Posted December 16, 2018 Usually don’t like double dipping when posting, but this is an exception that needs to be included in my vault. Because this is a moment I fear I had ruined… made out of reach by trying to hold on to something I loved too tightly. Suffocating the very Love, I cherished. YES... even love can be smothered But through those emotional times we both relearned how much we loved n needed each other… and I learned too much of anything spoils. Turning special into mediocrity. A hard lesson for this Peach to learn… but trust shows me I can set love free n she always comes home to me. July 31, 2016 Our first dateOct 07, 2016 Andrea proposed in Achat’s Winter SquareDec 15, 2018 Andrea proposed in 3dx’s Topless Beach Party Room December 16, 2018 Another day to remember…. Saturday morning…Dancing topless on the beachTunes by DJ Mike We hugged, kissed and dancedToggling between chat boxesMingling with others Our chat turned to LOVEThe years we’ve been togetherThe countless words shared With little warningMy LADY bent to her knee“Marry me…. again?” She saved up her GOLDCounting how long it would takePay for our wedding Of course, I said YESShouting OUT in Local chatWanting all to hear Showered in petals…Mike threw on a wedding songAll around gave cheers Both of us speechlessTangled up in each otherSilent in our bliss Had our ups n downsJust like all married couplesBut true hearts prevail Making this sweeterA day I will rememberThank you, Andrea Thank you for your friendship, understanding, love and your time Lady_Andrea 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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