Gribu kniebties krāsainu lapu ( kļavas) kaudzē.

Ziemassvētki šogad atnākuši krietni agrāk.

Tik ļoti reāls sapnis. Pamodos klusi vaidot un miklu kājstarpi. Ko Tu ar mani dari!

Viņš lika man nostāties ar seju pret sienu un mazu mirkli nekustēties.
T: Nu jau gan Tu stāvi kā nopērta :D
D: Nu nezinu gan, esi kādreiz kādu nopēris, ka zini kā tas izskatās?
T: Jā.
D: Emmm( šai brīdī manā galvā notika mazs orgasmiņš un iegurnī atkal sāka vilkt)
Es zināju, zināju, ka Viņā kaut kas tāds ir...

Šodien tāds laiks. Saule, mazliet vējš, krāsainas lapas sabirušas uz ietves. Dievinu šadu rudeni. 

Un tikai tagad, tagad- kad miljons gadu jau pagājuši, izrādās, ka Viņam šķitis, ka es pret Viņu izturos kā pret pimpi. Es tā izturoties pret visiem! Nē!

Izlietu ūdeni nesasmelsi.
Šobrīd, šķiet, pārciešu smagākās morālās paģiras savā mūžā. Alkohols, bļaģ.

Tā jau laikam arī ir, es patiešām esmu pilnīga dura.

Pēriens ar skatu uz jūru.

The one un pat ar manu burtiņu.

Dievinu to sajūtu, kad Viņš saspiež starp pirkstiem manu krūtsgalu. Līdz sāpēm laba sajūta izskrien caur ķermeni un aizķeras kājstarpē.

"ты слышишь? ты ещё найдешь того,
с кем сердце скоротает век,
а я, поверь, не тот кто тебе нужен"
сказал мне самый нужный человек

"Sex creates chemicals that can be mistaken for love. Not understanding that about our bodies creates a lot of misunderstanding and unnecessary suffering."

S.e.c.r.e.t.

"— Ты любишь меня? — с надеждой спросила Сванхвит
— Он не любит тебя — раздался мелодичный голос в спальне — не может. Не может любить никого кроме меня. На его сердце волшебный замок, а ключ — у меня."

/Жестокие игры богов

"Я люблю морского бога. Он нежный и заботится обо мне и никогда не причиняет боли. Он всегда разговаривает со мной о том, чего я хочу или не хочу. И даже если любовь между богом и Жрицей невозможна, я останусь с ним. До конца. Пока не придет другая Жрица и не заменит меня ему."

/Жестокие игры богов

‘Come on. We can’t leave until we get a bowl.’
We could leave then? Fine. I snatched the nearest non-diamante, reasonably priced bowl I could find, a simple white china thing, and thrust it into his hands.
‘Also a collar and lead.’
What. A. Cock.
/S. Morgan

'He stroked himself while I watched. I’d seen him do this before, but whereas normally it felt acceptable to help him along, this time I knew I could only watch. It was an erotic kind of torture, especially as he began to move faster, getting ever closer to coming.
Finally he groaned and aimed his cock down. For a split second I thought he was aiming for another part of my body or outfit, but instead he came on the wooden floor.
He told me later that the look on my face at that moment was a picture of confusion and annoyance. I can’t imagine it got any better when he spoke to me – I literally had to restrain the urge to push him over.
‘This is why, when I say clean the room, everything has to be clean. Now lick it up.’
/Sophie Morgan

"Then he grabbed my ankles with his hands, holding my legs upright and spread, and placed the tip of his cock against my arse. I’d had anal sex before but I’d always been bent over. Now I was looking into his eyes as he slowly inched his cock inside me."

/sophie morgan
/16.05.15.

"As he asked more questions and I stumbled a little answering them, I realised he was revelling in my embarrassment and awkwardness, enjoying the little humiliations of discussing this, knowing how wet it was making me. Adam’s different style of dominance was taking a little getting used to, and seemed to put me on the back foot even more than my previous experiences."

/Sophie Morgan " No ordinary love story"