Otherwise the night is too dark. She is my slave goddess. It is something of a paradox. For some it is difficult to reconcile. Her body is mine, to instruct, to enjoy, to discipline, to pleasure, to torture, to tease, to arouse, to undress, to direct. To use as I please. Sexually she us completely under my control. I have no idea of the reasons or circumstance behind the statue in the photograph. A goddess and a slave.

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You were born into service, chosen. To stand by us, to be the eyes of. Them into each step through the. Darkness, yet your path changed,. To serve another in a different way,. Became more than a companion,. You became my brother, my protector,. My best friend, you walked me through. My darkest hours and never let me.

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This old melancholia is starting to get the better of me. Today has been a particularly melancholicesque day. I used to patronise a particular restaurant at lunchtime. Nice food, quiet, clean, quiet.

In pursuit of strength and better health. How to Make Your Kid Feel Good. I have one lonely daughter. I used to feel bad for her, but then I talked to the resource teacher at school and found out she had grown up with eight brothers. I think she was the youngest of twelve children, so she also had sisters. About a month ago, she came home from school at lunch and she told me about a girl in her class who was being mean to her. Even her youngest brother had witnessed firsthand t.