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Geschreven door: Broken-wings Master's Recourse I weave tapestries with the senses of my desires. Colors of varied hues reaching through the windows Down to the core of the soul I have played melodies with my fingers Over delicate curves and into sublime valleys Breathing in essences that, in me - compels my hand The torrent of emotions that scar so beautifully Engulfs so completely and renders every resistance so uniquely obsolete Seeping along the sights and sounds Movements and cadences of agony Such agony – such music Beyond measure of time as pleasure laces punishment And pain evolves into excitement and exhilaration A staccato of gasps and moans between cracks and whistles Tremors that not only wrack the edges of consciousness But beat their rhythm on the very soul When sight no longer leads the blurry lights And speech no longer the mundane, but A deep enticing conversation of purrs, growls and moans Restraints that free the soul to explore the boundaries For in this hand I hold your surrender And in the other I hold your love Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: 11-7 Massage Session(<10 minuten)Fictie - Plasseks Dean & Serena 11-6 The Big Pee Party(<10 minuten)Fictie - Plasseks All in the mini pool 11-5 The Lodgers - Part 2(<10 minuten)Fictie - Plasseks More lodgers move in 11-4 The Lodgers Part 1(<10 minuten)Fictie - Plasseks The lodgers move in 11-3 The Fearsome Four(10 minuten)Fictie - Plasseks Going out eating | ||||