Sirs ginger Pondering my life of loving submission to my sir
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Servitude and love for Her Master. If only she could feel His stokes. To feel His touch bring her back to life. To yield to His will. To be bound to Him. Until His desires are sated, appetite filled and thirst quenched. Let this slave be all to Him. Good morning and Good night Master. Take her beyond her limits. She is yours and always will be. Good morning and Good night Master.
The other side of me. There are important things that get in the way of writing a blog. Life gets in the way. My husband and I have been though so much in a very short period of time. On May 5th 2015 we lost my father in law to heart disease. Then a week later on May 12th my Mom lost her battle to Cancer.
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Words to paint a picture or strike a chord, deep or distant, within. Sea to moonlight bud to sunlight you to me. Soft slopy shoulders slipped away under the faded black towel, waiting for the blowdryer to smelt curly shapes into the gold of the small, old head.