January 31st, 2008
10:07 pm Thinking bondage in a slightly romantic way. Half of a darkness in an empty room with only one chair of furniture. Curtains, black with red, satin curtains. Burning candles on the floor in a chaotic circle - the only light source. Handcuffs, chains and wax of a burning candle. On hands, all over body, on skin. I'm sick and I know that. Meow.
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There is absolutely nothing wrong with being sick, and you know that.
| From: | simri |
Date: | February 3rd, 2008 - 01:13 am |
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There must be something wrong with it, I'm sure.
I am quite sure about just the opposite. What now?
| From: | simri |
Date: | February 9th, 2008 - 09:20 pm |
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Well - one of us must be wrong. |
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Sviesta Ciba |