Shaquaela
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Joined: 1/5/2012 Status: offline
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He came in the dark. He took my hand. I followed where he led. I am taken to a place. I cannot see. Only feel. I breathe, I tremble. It hurts, but then it feels good too. He walks me. I am his dog. I howl and kneel, and crawl for him. I am his. In his presence there is only his voice, nothing else matters. Commands to follow. I strive for perfection, is it good enough? Am I worthy? I hear the word, one single word. “cum” and I do. The pleasure rocks me to my core. I live for him, every breath, his to allow or take. I love, I give all that I am. I serve and obey for I am slave....
< Message edited by Shaquaela -- 1/27/2012 6:43:02 AM >
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