Adventuring through life...

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beardedbeastmoony said: Hope you are doing well

Some days are better than others my friend.

xoxoxoxox

alifedebauched said: Welcome back sexy lady. I am hoping your time away was good for you :D

The time was very good indeed.  Thank you!

sir-chase:

There is much I love about D/s but the small things, the subtleties are the things that make the life what it is.

sir-chase:

There is much I love about D/s but the small things, the subtleties are the things that make the life what it is.

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23skidood:

It was a dark and stormy fuck.  The wind swept rain cascaded over our naked bodies, cool in the humid air.  We writhe in passion, the heavy scent of wet earth and grass on our skin, my arms pinning your hands. Pressing our bodies together,  I roll us, both slick with mud. Our lips meet and I taste the wine you drank,  a sweet red, and the rain.  I pull back, moving again, trying to find better purchase for my knees on the slick grass, and when the lightning flashes, turning the dark sky white. I look at you.  You’re muddy, hair tangled and flat against your skin. Dirty, mine, beautiful.  two, three four five six, I count the thunder silently. Closer, too close, I push myself back on my knees, silhouetted against the house light and carefully stand, helping you with an outstretched hand.  We run to the porch, laughing, and I think of children playing in the sprinklers. We wash the mud off, smashing each other’s backs with cupped water, showering our hair in the rain sluicing from the roof.

Now that is some descriptive writing…yummy.Maggie

23skidood:

It was a dark and stormy fuck. The wind swept rain cascaded over our naked bodies, cool in the humid air. We writhe in passion, the heavy scent of wet earth and grass on our skin, my arms pinning your hands.

Pressing our bodies together, I roll us, both slick with mud. Our lips meet and I taste the wine you drank, a sweet red, and the rain. I pull back, moving again, trying to find better purchase for my knees on the slick grass, and when the lightning flashes, turning the dark sky white. I look at you. You’re muddy, hair tangled and flat against your skin. Dirty, mine, beautiful. two, three four five six, I count the thunder silently. Closer, too close, I push myself back on my knees, silhouetted against the house light and carefully stand, helping you with an outstretched hand. We run to the porch, laughing, and I think of children playing in the sprinklers. We wash the mud off, smashing each other’s backs with cupped water, showering our hair in the rain sluicing from the roof.

Now that is some descriptive writing…yummy.

Maggie

hollyhocksandtulips:

Gil Elvgren

hollyhocksandtulips:

Gil Elvgren

daddysprincesscumslut:

All yours Daddy

daddysprincesscumslut:

All yours Daddy

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lastdaysofmagic:

Volumes I & II

There are occasional days now that I don’t think of my former Sir.  Today is not one of them.  My heart feels like it has an open wound that just won’t heal.  I don;t need any responses.  I just have to put the pain somewhere so that I can function today.

Maggie

nakedpersephone:

asleepylioness:


Good evening, Lioness!
Its 8:48pm as I being to write this—I hope all is well with you. I, like many of your submitters, am a long time admirer (via three separate blogs) and have decided to give in and submit to your graces after a thoughtful period, wondering it over in my mind.
This photo occurred this passed Monday, June 30, the last day of the month—and a very sticky morning. The thunderstorm that raged the night through was not enough to cool the atmosphere. The skies were still a mustard yellow from the distant clouds. It was just after 10am and I truly did not want to go to work to dawn my ‘customer service’ persona and assume my retail position. 
I had somewhere less than thirty minutes to myself and I managed to stop just enough time to capture four images. The other three can be viewed [here] and, while I do believe they are beautiful, they lack an air of ease—what I mean to say is that they seem too deliberate. This submission, however, is sincere and messy and a little bit frantic to get one last sip of sour, instant coffee. I enjoy an genuine image and I hope that you do too.
I create my photo-sets by videotaping myself in various stances and poses on my mobile phone; from the video, I select and capture my favorite frames. This was the last scene before I stood and began my day.
Lioness, I do truly hope that your days are wonderful.
Thank you for your impassioned devotion dedicated to the Coffee Club and your many submitters. We do so appreciate all your efforts and presence. 
- Lucille Darling, 9:06pm

This is almost, ALMOST, too good for words. You’re right the image is messy and frantic and loose around the seems and i love that about it. It captures that last moment before you resign yourself to moving and dawning a persona. The picture is so you. I don’t know you, but i know how lovely you are based on this photo alone. 

I AM IN LOVE

Creative inspiration for me.

nakedpersephone:

asleepylioness:

Good evening, Lioness!

Its 8:48pm as I being to write this—I hope all is well with you. I, like many of your submitters, am a long time admirer (via three separate blogs) and have decided to give in and submit to your graces after a thoughtful period, wondering it over in my mind.

This photo occurred this passed Monday, June 30, the last day of the month—and a very sticky morning. The thunderstorm that raged the night through was not enough to cool the atmosphere. The skies were still a mustard yellow from the distant clouds. It was just after 10am and I truly did not want to go to work to dawn my ‘customer service’ persona and assume my retail position. 

I had somewhere less than thirty minutes to myself and I managed to stop just enough time to capture four images. The other three can be viewed [here] and, while I do believe they are beautiful, they lack an air of ease—what I mean to say is that they seem too deliberate. This submission, however, is sincere and messy and a little bit frantic to get one last sip of sour, instant coffee. I enjoy an genuine image and I hope that you do too.

I create my photo-sets by videotaping myself in various stances and poses on my mobile phone; from the video, I select and capture my favorite frames. This was the last scene before I stood and began my day.

Lioness, I do truly hope that your days are wonderful.

Thank you for your impassioned devotion dedicated to the Coffee Club and your many submitters. We do so appreciate all your efforts and presence. 

- Lucille Darling, 9:06pm

This is almost, ALMOST, too good for words. You’re right the image is messy and frantic and loose around the seems and i love that about it. It captures that last moment before you resign yourself to moving and dawning a persona. The picture is so you. I don’t know you, but i know how lovely you are based on this photo alone. 

I AM IN LOVE

Creative inspiration for me.

A Topless Tuesday tease.  Part of my reason for not posting is that I have not felt creative with my camera or myself for awhile. I still need to find that part of myself again.

Xoxoxo
Maggie

A Topless Tuesday tease. Part of my reason for not posting is that I have not felt creative with my camera or myself for awhile. I still need to find that part of myself again.

Xoxoxo
Maggie

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isthequestiontheanswer:

Each stroke, young lady.

I’ve come to realize I don’t need someone who will set my world on fire. My life has a way of bursting into flames more often than I’d like. What I need is someone who will help soothe my burns and remove the smoke from my lungs, showing me exactly how I can learn to breathe again.

dw | Ignite (via moaka)

Have you met an aries??? THIS.

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