(No sexual stuff yet in this part, just a setup for what's to come. Based on real experiences with my Mistress. [Though not in the same way movies are "based" on a true story. This is 100% true, but dialogue may not be accurate to a T/exact words. And mundane stuff like doing laundry or cooking etc is left out]).
Driving on 40-55 speed highways for a half hour in order to avoid tolls and dealing with narrow lanes and narrow talent Mass-hole drivers drains my energy, but not determination. Despite such resolve, anxiety, jitters, and anticipation attacks my system full force as I pull onto my Momma's street and stop. Of course there are only resident spots available and not visitor, but I'm too excited to drive around searching - I just HAVE to see her.
Fluttering fingers fumble with my phone's buttons for a few moments, forced to delete and reenter numbers several times until I get frustrated and hold down the 1 button to speed dial her. It's apt... since that's what she is to me, Number One.
"Momma, I'm on your street! I'm parked at the intersection of Mabel and Chief."
"I'll be right there, Babyboy."
She had finally invited me to stay at her home, for a whole weekend no less! Excitement bubbles in my belly, along with the butterflies. In a feeble attempt to quell them, I plant my left foot on the floor of my Hyundai, bouncing my knee so rapidly that if someone sat on my lap they would be as likely to vomit as if riding a rollercoaster on a full stomach. With sweaty hands and shaky palms I smoke a cigarette to calm my nerves; watching, waiting for her to waltz on over. Every time I see an umbrella bob above car roofs down the street, my heart leaps in my chest - only to be repeatedly disappointed. I knew she'd make me wait... I smile and imagine her procrastinating until I called her and told her I was close to start getting ready.
While lighting my second cigarette I wind up dropping my lighter... There she is! Long, dark red hair sways in the wind with every sultry step she takes - walking, as always, with purpose. Those thick, luscious lips curl into one of her equally heart-melting and alluring smiles. Adorned in comfortable clothing, she's as sexy as ever - I'm a firm believer in it's not about what's being worn, but the wearer. A simple black hoodie and jeans - but damn do they show off her full hips and lovely legs.
I pull out of my parking spot both to pick her up so she can show me a safe place to park and to keep her from having to walk all the way over, as much as I'd love to watch. Each movement has a grace and confidence seldom seen in most women - she's always full of fabulousity. When next to her I stop and lean over to push her door open. She sits and I can't help but stare somewhat awkwardly, smiling from ear to ear.
"Come here,"
Looping her finger into the O ring on my collar, she pulls me towards her and our lips lock in a passionate, firm kiss. Her tongue slips in, slides against my own, and swirls around inside my mouth, before parting with a light smacking sound.
"So... whaddya think, Babyboy?"
In a hoarse voice I almost croak, "Perfect as always, Momma!"
After bringing her to a local bakery to pick up a cake (since it was my birthday), we park back on her street and she gives me a small tour of her neighborhood. The whole time I'm thinking, "Come on... come on... wanna go back to your place.. come on. Oh I don't wanna talk to this person... Fuck that monument!" Not that it wasn't a nice neighborhood, and I wasn't interested in JUST sex... but I could not wait to spend quality time with my Mistress... one on one time... after being apart so long. After what seemed like ages we walked back to her place. She opened her door and gave me such a sexy look from over her shoulder, and beckoned me in....
(To be continued)
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ReplyDeleteDo you still love your mistress?
ReplyDeleteWhy dont you answer that question?
ReplyDeleteCant stay silent anymore
ReplyDeleteFirst I would like to preface this by saying there isn't anything bad I can say about R though many IRL friends and online friends certainly have their not so favorable opinions. I always defended my beloved pet who became much more to me than just a sub.
I have never depended on any man or anyone to financially take care of me and never will. You see I was raised that love is priceless. I will never prostitute my values or integrity for financial again either. On the same token I do NOT have to buy love or support anyone. I know I am far from perfect yet also know I am sincere and god woman. I have had only 3 LTRs in my entire life all vanilla that turned d/s. A little history about Mistress D. I was a successful model and gainfully employed despite having beat cancer twice. I was always resilient and found a way to bounce back. A little over 13 years ago my sweet momma started showing signs of dementia so I placed my entire life on hold to care for her. Subsequebtly she ended up in a nursing home in 2003 and is basically just existing on a feeding tube. In 2006 my daddy developed CHF among other heath problems so here again I became his primary care taker. I was very fortunate to have daddy so long and that 56 years old I had both parents ever reminded that I was daddy's princess. I know who and what I am natural dominatrix who would rather be alone than settle for someone looking for a little something. I will forever be grateful for the emotional support R gave me throught out the weeks of being on death watch with daddy. We would be on the phone just about around the clock just to hear each other breath at night. Slowly I was starting to fall for R and the walls of my heart began demishing. Somehow my head found it hard to believe that this young anal virgin sub
would express such devotion to me. I constanty reminded him there would be no children and that I was not a materially rich woman. All I could give was love. I let R know in no uncertain terms that this was my very last love run and if I gave him my heart I truly meant it. He reassured me time and again that he would kill himdself if I was not in his life. As sick as this sounds I shared it with some of closests friends and they all agreed something was amis yet i still agreed to a suicide pact believing there would be no need for it because he and I believed in this "happily ever after dream" Something I never had before even at my age.
I know R was finacially dependant on him mom but I ALWAYS encouraged him to respect her and be honest with her. I even reached out to her with respect with R's best interest always on the forefront. Things seemed to be going well it was like I tasted heaven and really believed that dady sent me an angel. R has spoke to daddy an hour before he passed away promising him his love and commitment to me and that he would always look after me. Daddy passed away less than an hour later with a look of peace about his face knowing he could cross over knowing his princess would be forever loved.
ReplyDeleteAllow me if I will that love does not mean material things. R decided to stay with me shortly after our collar moon and his birthday in Oct. I really thought I died and went to Heaven. As soon as I was able to give him my heart I collared him with a collar I had a Dom friend custom make. I know R wore the collar with such pride. I am also forever grateful for his help when I was pulled down concrete steps by my two pugs and sustained broken ribs. R's presence here gave me new reason and purpose even though I fully expected some flack for the age difference. I was always grateful for any help he gave me like walking the dogs or hooking me up with some food because I was unable to get around too well. He came bearing a dozen roses and as much as I appreciated them I just could not justify him spending so much money on flowers that would die. His help and devotion mattered most.
Whenever we were apart he would cry and we would both end up in full on tears of being apart.
Unbeknown to me that there was so much angst, discrimination and hatered brewing toward me by his mother and her boyfriend to this day I still do not know why.
I know R had some gastro issues and I tried so hard to help him. Sometimes when he did not feel well I thought he did not want me around so I went to sleeping my car. Also because i thought he would be more comfortable having the entire bed to himself
We spent Thanksgiving together, this was my first holiday of having no family per se but we made the best of t even inviting a friend over who otherwise would have no place to go. Here I still thought and was reassured that my "happily ever after" had arrived and in some way I was being rewarded for the devotion love and care I gave my parents in their time of need. You see I do not know if this is a cultural thing being that I am first generation Italian American. Money was tight all R had was his foodstamp card and his moms credit card which he was told never to use unless it was to purchase a bus ticket home. I respected that and expected nothing. I eat very little and found that water can easily get rid of hunger pains My main priority was that my furbabies and Rick be properly fed.nad cared for He was mine, I owned him and I take care
ReplyDeleteof what and who belongs to me. R knew straight from the start the ONLY one I would bow down to was my Creator.
My birthday came and went, it was difficult and perhaps R saw a weak side of me. I think at that point he began losing any respect he ad for me yet he claimed otherwise. For some reason he was dreading going home to visist CT for the holidays. We both sat on the sofa looking at the clock and bus schedule crying. I remember my car would not start so I was unable to drive him to the bus terminal. Somehow a cab drove by and he was able to return to ct. The next days were totally ignoring my calls or texts. I made sure I sent him home with a gift(s) for his grandmother also in a nursing home. I knew he had no gift for his mother so I had taken a gold chain and charm that said "Worlds Best Mother" emblellished with gold hearts that I had bought for my own mom wen I was 17 and got my first job and wrapped it up so he could give it to his mom for Christmas. I knew he had no money and never expected anything but his company and love Truth be told I had planned on burying my own mom with that but I figured it would make his mom happy and show her a side of me that was not this big bad monster he has judged me to be without even knowing me. Besides I wanted R to be happy. I owned him he was mine so I thought.. I even suggested he stay in CT and come back for new years. I guess things didn't go too well in CT because he came back with some pretty horrific stories of what his mom had in store for me.
From Christmas to the end of January things seemed to go downhill. I felt I was in his way and was starting to think he had somone else on the side. He would cringe if I touched him and many times I suggested that maybe this relationship ran it's course and better he just return to CT and move on. I vividly remember him laying on my office floor a few times crying his eyes out begging me to remember our committment. By this time I had replaced the original collar but he did not show any expression in wearing it. I knew in my heart things were most likely over especially after him telling me "Fuck You D" That is when I asked him to leave and again was met with reminders if our love and commitment. This is where I take full responsibility for allowing things to get so crazy and out of control. ).
ReplyDeleteLooking back I just think he may have been using me to to prove some kind of sick relationship with his mom and her boyfriend. Remember I am not as financially set as his mom and her trust fund boyfriend so it is understandable, besides I would never expect anyone to chose me over their mom or parents. What sadenss me most is his refusal to even speak with me or be friends. I know we can never be together and honestly I am not sure I want to be with him probably not but we were such good friendsI am not willing to be anyones dirty little secret. I hold my head high and have too much self respect, dignity and integrety to settle for that. The only think I am guilty of is trusting at a time when I was at my lowest point in life. Losing my daddy I can accept, it hurts but that is an act of God and I know he is no longer suffering.
ReplyDeleteI can also understand if R was truly ill I can appreciate him wanting to be close to family. I am alone in this world so I above all would have understood of he had been honest and not blindsided me as he did. I will not going into what transpired but suffice to say R could have suffered some pretty stiff consequneces for his actions. I let it go because I know they were completely out of his character and were definately fueled by his mom and her boyfriend.
All I can do is wish him the best. I know he will more than likely delete this entry but somehow no matter what I know that it was trough our love that he gave me his anal virginity. That is something that is pretty hard to forget. Everybody remembers their first I dont care who they are of how much they try and deny it. I have enough documentation letters and email of how special our time together was. of that first virgin penetration, also picture of him at home practicing for our first time together. These are personal and I would under no condition share them with anyone. They are MY fond memories that I will take to the grave with me. I wont even share them with my attorney
For what it is worth R will always have a special piece of my heart. I know this Dominatrix has so much love to offer and I also know that I did the very best I could. I will always hold special those happy times with R. i fI had one wish it would be to talk to him but I doubt that will happen anytime soon.
Truth be told my entire neighborhood is rejoicing that I am rid of him. All too many times I was asked what I was doing with "that" yet I defended him to every friend, relative and aquantance that has anything negative to say about him. He made me me happy if only for a short time. I still would like to believe that his words were sincere especially knowing how much and how many losses I suffered in a such a short time. I built walls around my heart and I will forever be grateful that he showed me that I can love( even lost my almost 11 year old therapy pug dog a couple of months before corresponding with R. He was well aware of my grief stricken state. If did something wrong I want to pubically apologize. I am not too proud to say that I am hurt, that is more than he will even admit to.
I have no idea if he is trying to protect me from his mommas wrath, dont forget they have money and I dont so well know how that goes or he has had someone else all along and was leading some twisted double life.
I do not know how much time I have left in this world none of us do but at the very least I can say I tasted what I believed was true love if only for a short time. What hurts is I thought we were best friends in fact we both agreed prior to meeting
ting that this would be the case. I looked beyond external looks and saw something beautiful. I will also go so far to say that I have absolutely no problem turning heads and having guys ht on me. I was so happy with R that even though I enjoyed the attention he was my heart.
I just wish and pray that he is well an happy even without me. It is just so sad that things ended as they did.
ReplyDeleteR, I wish you nothing but the very best in life no matter what and I know that you cannot and will not even wish me well but that is fine too. I can only be responsible for my own actions. Again, thank you for a small slice of Heaven even if it was an act. I would like to believe you were sincere but how does one go from undying love and devotion to pure hate to the point of ignoring me. I have never chased, stalked or lowered myself to chase a guy. I will admit I humiliated myself at Christmas because I could not understand the drastic change in someone crying they didn't want to leave to completely ignoring me. I was called the filthiest of names by your mommas boyfriend, I just pray he does no treat your mom that way, no woman deserves to be called such horrific filthy names. The only thing I can figure is you never really cared or it hurts too much to bother with me or you had some girl or guy on the sidelines(right now I am starting to believe anything is possible besides, I am no stranger to the d/s scene
Whatever the case may be I wish you and your family peace and happiness. and this I mean with every fiber of my being. If anyone cares to get touch with me my email is Noistheword@aol.com. I will never dog R and I have nothing bad to say about him. I do not know the kind of picture he painted of me to his mom and her boyfriend but it matters not. All judgement does is show the world how low the one passing judgement really is.. besides no one's opinion of me will ever define who I am. I will never make anyone a priority if I am merely an option. I deserve to be somebody's number one or I rather just fly solo. I am a strong independent woman who can definatey do poor hungry and lonely just fine on my own thank you very much.
Thank you for taking the time to read the truth. There is no shame in my game. The only thing I am guilty of being the poor daughter of an immigrant who is a dominatrix with a loving side. I may not be rich in material things but I am the richest woman around when it comes to loyalty, love, caring and devotion. All I know is I tried my best and quite frankly haven't lost much if the words were not true.
My prayer is this never done to anyone else who has tried their hardest and has been unjustly discriminated against. R you have to realize that playing on peoples emotions especially in the d/s can have such negative consequnces. Not all mistresses are as forgiving and loving as i was. You can end up very hurt if you plan on doing this to the wrong person. Again, I wish you the best and hope that one day you can bey our own person.
Farewell bendoverboyfriend,foofoo/boychic ect ect ect
MistressMommaD
I had to close out me email address. I got too many ofers of people wanting to help me with adequate legal representation to being mobbbned up. I wish no harm on R because I believe he will bring enough bad karma on himself. A day will come whenhis mom wont be able to get him out of his jams. I only wish I had the charm and chain I feoolishly gave him undeserving mother. I would love to have it to bury my momma wish but at the end of the day I KNOW my momma was the worlds best momma charm or other wise.
ReplyDeleteI guess love is truly blind ecause I am still reciving local kudos for getting rid of that useless hodeous looking thing. At the end of the day I gt the best of him and kicked his skanky ss out. Hid momma only thought she came to his rescue. Looks whos laughng now.
Why am I even posting
ReplyDeleteWell to be honest this originally was to be both our blogs. I am not such a good writer and although I have passwords and access I thought it would be better for it to be his blog.
I guess I am still posting because I am still hurt hey that is my problem right? No matter what anyone has to say about R and his looks I will always defend him. n my eyes he was beautiful and always will be. I have gotten into many heated arguements with IRL friends an relatives about him and how I should hate and resent what happened.
So in all fairness yes I am still hurt. I am told time heals and I am waiting for that to come. I know I am probably the very last thing on r mind and I have been told I am giving him too much power even posting here. I am posting here for ME the strong independant confidant woman I have always been. I have found that even strong independant dominatrix's have feelings too and that too is fine. It just blows my mind how one day you are swearing undying love and devotion to someone and the next day they might as well be dead to you.hat is not how I was raised and it is highly unlikely that many people go about their lives that way. The whole situation is just plain sad heartbreaking
ReplyDeleteI am not sure if R can even explain or is too embarrassed to give explaination. Let me also tell you that I have had many offers from other subs, I am just not willing to take any kind of chances right now. This threw me for a loop. I though R was so sensative and loving and up until days before things ended was assuring me of our happily ever after. How does one think or act like that. I refuse to believe he had no regard for me or it was some kind of charade. I am not desperate at all by o means in fact I am told I am looking better than ever yet a part of my heart has been ripped out by someone I thought would at the very least be my friend even if things did not work out. We had so much fun together even during our rough times. So maybe am asking too much by being at the very least wished well. I am a survivor and I will get over this. But I like to believe in promises. I know people break up all the time and move on. I also know that after the losses I suffered the walls I built up not be in love and finally when I let them down enough to trust all was crushed. I could go about how I got the best of hom but we were much more than a Domme and her sub so I thought. So yeah every now and then a tear is shed but I know R could care less and probably wishes my cancer would come back and I would just die. Then I think maybe he too is hurting (which is highly unlikely) I guess the not nowing is what is most bothersome. When I first brought R around nobody liked him, none of my IRL friends they admitted they tolerated him because they wanted me to be happy or thought I was. It didnt matter though because I loved him. I still think he was living some kind of double life, at this point I do not know what to believe. I know he is hiding from something and quote possibly his own true feelings. Anything I did was always in R's best interest and this I ean with my entire heart and soull. not too long after the break up I went into severe resp failure and was hspitalized. A couple of IRL friends tried to let R know but it fell on deaf ears. I did not want him to know bwcause I know he did not care. All I know is when I opened my eyes at the hospital it was as though I had forgotten R was no longer in my life, looked around expecting to see him but he was not there. It was then I was reminded by a friend of what had happened after being intubated for 2 days. My inhalers had stopped working and a freind had come by to vistsit and saw my lips blue fortuantely got me to the hospital. R wasthe contact number at the hospital and try as they might the doctors were unable to reach him. R I know you probably hate me and for what reason I have no iea. Perhaps I should have been stricter or more mean but you knew I was not like that when we started talking and met. I always thought that was our bond. As far as moving on R probably has someone new and I wish him well I just pray that no other person is lead on or mislead as I was. It is just a god thing to do to anyone and eventually it will come back to haunt you. I as I said post here for me, I am not some crazy obsessed stalker, that iis not my style. I am merely a woan that thought I was loved and apprently was not. Anyone whpo reads this or who I have shared with IRL please do not wish ill on R, perhaps he is just not capabable of loving. I dont know but he sure had me fooled.
ReplyDeleteCOMMING SOON !!! MY VERY OWN BLOG!!!
ReplyDeleteNothing sooths the soul better than a pair of size 5 skinny jeans a Hollister Hoodie and a pair of red stillettos. Now we are not just talk your ordinary stillettos we are talking some serious CFM Red complete with some red lipstick as I made my stroll down one of the main streets in my neighborhood. Did someone say attention? OMG heads turned and jaws droppped.
Mistress D definately has her groove back and loving every minute of talking to the young hot boys. I am not looking for any kind of relationship at this point but something different is definately in the air. The possibilities are endless.
Now I fully understand that most of these lustful looks I get are simply guys fantasizing looking for a good time. But I was never about that. Its about choice not chance with me and IF and I place emphasis on IF I should meet any special sub I am going make danm sure he is not a sociopath. But for now I am in no hurry I shall just bask adorn in my typical Dominatrix/Trophygirl attire. Suffice to say Momma has her groove back and turning heads every which way and beyond and loving every minute of it.
Cause if you can't love yourself, How in the hell you gonna love someone else? I love me more than any man could. This is my world, you either fit in on my terms or get to stepin cause Momma aint got no time for faux wannabe sub sociopaths. Been there done that even got the T shirt as evident in the aforementioned posts.
The Blog is under construction. It would be nice t have an UNCENSORED tell all place for me to journal my experiences. Hopefully save some unsuspecting loving Dominatrix from suffering at the hand of a sociopath who could have been sent to prison for a very long time for his actions despite his declarations of love and devotion. being Italian and taking a vow of Omerta at a very young age I don't call cops I am all for the kink, consensual, punishment but DOMESTIC VIOLENCE where a person is left bleeding with a busted knee is NEVER OK. Especially at the had of a sub, not even a Dominartix should inflict such angry agressive violence on another. Not mention consequences Rick could have possibly suffered in lock up once other inmates found out just who he injured. This is a boy that lived with me for months as was warned/stearnly from day one that he better do the right thing. To the very end even with a blood soaked ace bandage wrapped around my knee I worried about Ricks safety. I figure she eventually will bring on his own misery I don't need to be a part of it. However, my doctors counselors and therapists feel I MUST blog about this if only to save one innocent person from a sociopath.
ReplyDeleteOf course my blog will contain all the good stuff. Latest photo shoots sporting my size 3s. You that's me Boston's Skinny Guinea" Small but potent ad loving every minute of life. It just keeps getting better and better. May be because I am rid of a 220lb sociopath woman beater. I also found out this was done to other women he was involved with.
Hey Rick you know who this is. I am D's BFF I was the one who gave you the BCP. You talked to my boyfriend Vinny and I several times I was the one that gave you the BCPS. You were the one that gave me such a lecture about never hurting D . I am visiting with her tonight. I have been the one trying to text you since you are such a whimp and won't answer the phone. I have to tell you that D and I had so many arguments about you. I knew you were gay from day one. I have a couple of questions for you. Do you hate women that much? You can still suck cock and take it up the ass without hating on women. How could you beat up a woman who opened her home to you, comforted you when you were detoxing and made sure you were well cared for? Dude my boyfriend and I dealt with the aftermath of injuries you caused. This is my best friend we are talking about. What kind of person beats on a poor sickly woman. You had to have tossed her against the wall like a rag doll you son of a bitch. I do not know much about this dominatrix stuff but I DO know my friend has a heart of gold. Many nights she would call me and say "how can I get Rick to go back to CT? He just lays on my office floor crying and begging to let him stay claiming he loves me. I cant get rid of him" She even left notes all over the house basically telling you she did not want you even went so far to leave her own apartment to sleep in the car in the middle of the winter just to get away from you Is that how you treat people that are good to you, people who have next to nothing themselves and face the possibility of having to go through chemo a third time? You have at least 100 pounds on my friend. There was no need of beating her up the way you did. Your mother must be really proud of her loser son. We were all so happy when you left Boston. No one even liked you from day one. It was bad enough that you broke things and busted up her house, she was afraid of you. Listen you useless loser user and abuser my friend might forgive you but I don't. You have my number so why not take the cock out of your mouth and call me so I can tell you about all the people you pissed off in Boston. You beat up on the wrong Princess. No wonder why your hiding too afraid to own up and face what you did. I hope you die a very painful death or maybe watch your mother take a brutal beating like you gave my friend. I don't care if D gets mad at me for posting this either. It's because I care about her as do many others. How do you even live with yourself? Do the world a favor and commit suicide like you always threatened to do. You homicidal suicidal sick depraved shit eating faggot junky loser abuser woman beater.
ReplyDeleteCaraMia, My BFF. I know we have had some pretty heated disputes over what happened I know that you care so much for me, just like I care and love you. My Corazon will always be my best friend and "Sister I know you are still very upset about it. I am strong I will be fine. Dogging Rick is not helping . You know I have moved on and am very grateful you have been a very big part of helping me. Not only with the beautiful brand new clothes and gym membership but just being there for me. We have been through so much together past and present. That will never ever change. I admit at first I was angry and wanted to shout from the rooftops that this sociopath Rick V from Hartford CT was pure evil but there is no need to waste energy on him. I told you to stop trying to text him or get any answers. He is in his own sick world hiding from the truth. It does not matter, all he was to me was a diversion while my daddy was dying and in the process I had my way with him. Rejoice that I am rid of him and my life is just getting better and better. I am not mad at you for posting what you know is true and the many late night conversations we had while I was trying to get him to leave my home. The truth is out there and the people that matter most know everything. Let's just continue to have fun as we have been. We both know that since he is gone every aspect of my life has made a turn for the better.. Within 40 minutes of him leaving you were at my house, you and about 6 other people. You saw the blood soaked bandages and the evidence. You took enough pictures and documented everything. You also knew I begged the police to arrest me when his mother called them on me.. He was the one telling the police not to because he knew it would of backfired on him because clearly not only was I injured there was enough evidence to have his ass locked up. I just wanted him out of my house and be rid of him. So I won no matter which way you look at it. You of all people knew even though I cared and loved him I was also terrified of him.
DeleteMy sweet friend you have to wish him well because we both know he will screw himself bigtime eventually. You see it as he got lucky and that he got away with this horrific violent assault on me but really he didn't. You know I didn't even want him to come back at Christmas I was just angry that he kept avoiding my phone calls. He is a very sick person in many ways. You also know that I am not a vindictive person. Please leave the sicko alone a loser is a loser and this is what he will always be. Once a woman beater, always a woman beater. Eventually he will hit the wrong person or do something destructive his Sante Kimes like mother will not be able to get him out of. Come on now just think of what kind of guy calls his mother to say "Get bail money ready, I hit her and her knee is busted open she might call the cops" That in itself is enough to know this is not the first time he has done something like this to someone. We all know why he is hiding running scared of himself.
I really think that this whole fiasco is bothering other people more than it is bothering me. I will NEVER EVER be a victim. I am a survivor, a strong independent woman of character and integrity. Remember this is a guy who wanted to eat my fecal matter when I went on the watermelon/lemon juice fast and the watermelon was coming out of me the same way it went in. You have to feel sorry for someone with those kind of desires . At first I thought he was kidding but he was dead serious even posted on an SM/BD board about it. How can you not feel sorry for some like that? I know you curse him to die but I don't because I think he should live a long life forever reminded and tormented by his evil actions. He can run but he can't hide. Now I have already given too much of my time and precious energy here. The dogs need to go out and I have to get my clothes ready for the gym in the morning. Thanks for telling me you posted here but please no more.. Let him and his grifter mother be.
I want o take a minute to thank one of my faithful devoted followers for the tickets to Bruins Game 3 of the playoffs. I am leaving my house in a couple of minutes. I was over the moon never expecting such a great token of friendship. Center ice, how can life get any better? Now they just better win.
ReplyDeleteAnd they live happily ever after riding into the sunset together..THE END
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