~ twinkling ~

Good evening ivan

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Then they go
Home and abuse
Their
Happy wife happy life husband's

You'll find even most
Domme's are sucking
Some Dominant males dick

My problem is
I have dated vanilla women
Because their easy picking
Let's be honest

To them Dominant male
Hits that pussy switch

My problem is
I have dated vanilla women
Because their easy picking
Let's be honest

To them Dominant male
Hits that oussy switch

Port Kar
She flips back in her journal, of course! So, the pages turned quickly aided by a slight breeze that pushed through the market on this quiet late hour. The light of the table lantern flickered in protest to the wind touching it. Then her finger touch her own words on a page and there it was, and damn... it would be near the place called, "Minus."

Taking pause on that thought, how would she get there? The river narrows once you past the Olni fork in the road, and her hospital ship would be to large to navigate. Wagon would take months, but, the only alternative is, groans..... Hiring a Tarnsman.

That was not something she wanted to do, but there was no other alternative. It would be a few days, a week at most to go that distance and be with out peril's that would be otherwise faced on the open road.

She runs a hand down her face in a show of frustration, but she had to weigh the benefits. Her caravan had medicines from all over the planet, she knows this because she stocked it. It was priceless. Her caravan was very well protected, almost un-Raidable. She knew it would still be all there and most people wouldn't know what they are looking at when they see it.

Good evening Lady Ella, blues look to you warmly-

twist

Of course I'm talking
Vanilla women

submissive women get it

"I mean we're not new-new — we fake-banged a few times on stage."

She offered the cheekiest of cheeky grins on her way back to a stand, a tumble of noise for her things and accessories.

Those movements tangled into the slightest hesitation and glance at your reaction, like she wasn't sure just what she thought she caught, just that it felt significant.

"What you will be is ‘dead’, if you come back this late and empty-handed. Why don't you get Elodie something to go, I'll warm up the car?"

(l/p)

Ohhh!!
~ greens sparkling~

Thank You!!!

~ takes a small straw… and tastes the first one~

Mmmmmmm
Whoa. That packs a punch!!

Just these last 65 years
Shows you why
Things were as they were
For the last 2000

Sits reading

Sits atbat

You have to be able to
Tear the soul out of
A woman ...

Then they respect you

Ouch
Ok I can take a hint

Out

Port Kar
There was a book on the table, her own that had her notes, her inner most thoughts, her work, people, places and reminders, this was a habit her grandmother started, that taught her mother, now she carried on tradition of documenting important moments in time. When she read her late grand-mothers journal, it was a horrifying story of medical experimentations, genetically designing poison slaves for the men in black, and notes on a thousand ways to die. Nura's grandmother was the thing of nightmares.

Her own mother wasn't as bad and so now she had a daughter that was true and right for her caste. The type of "Do what is right" type of Lady. Sometimes, doing what is right can be the most difficult thing in the world to do. Thing's like, saying you're sorry, or asking questions like, "Are you okay?" and so, this journal helps off sets a lot for Nura. A woman of restriction, was what she thought herself as and really, ignorance was bliss in a lot of things in this world.

Sitting there in this daze, she tapped her lead pencil on a blank page. The only place that she could get it all back was her caravan. Was this a chance to meet up with them again? When she left the caravan, there were thirteen wagons strong. A decent caravan with wagons from Tharna and Thentis, and various other cities, that Nura had the honor of being the caravan Healer. The only lands the caravan avoided was the North,.. their belief's in religion often started conflicts which always ends up bad. So, she thinks some more.. in the many years she was in the caravan, what region would they be in , at this time of year. It wasn't calculated by days or months or even weeks, it was by the time of year. That's how far she has travelled, that she dates her times by the changing of the sky and land.

Then...
You live clean
Transparent

My ex wife
Taught me how to
Fight with women
Taught me to pay attention
To every little thing
They do ...

ladyella has started a new game with the following players:
ladyella

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