I love you, Tara. We need to do a full blown PSE session soon at the dojo. I'll need you to wear a nun's habit and call me Yahweh while we're feckin'.I like your style
As I lay here with you
The shame lies with us
We talk of love and trust
That doesn't matter
Though we may be the last in the world
We feel like pioneers
Telling hopes and fears
To one another
And oh what a feeling
Inside of me
It might last for an hour
Wounds aren't healing
Inside of me
Though it feels good now
I know it's only for now
The feeling is intense
You grip me with your eyes
And then I realise
It doesn't matter Originally Posted by Neotek
her stairstep fuck trophiesCare to elaborate?
listen, when I tell u this dude has messed me up big time that is an understatement. Do not post what I am telling u please cuz I would hate for him to find out. Trucker Tom is a guy I met on here. I kinda led him on to believe we were involved because he sends me money and let's me use his truck when he's out of town. Even said he would by me a car. If I knew he was gonna blab to the board that he was my bf I would never have done it. I do have a bf that he knows nothing about. And yes he might be a worthless loser he is not my pimp and has nothing to do with what I do. So Tom is just a dumb ass trying to make people think we are together. I do not have a pimp I swear to god. Lol. If anything he's the one that takes care of me. Thank u for looking out for me even though u kinda hurt my business lol. U can post whatever u want. I just wanted to set the record straight with u. Thanks hon Originally Posted by ~casey~
Ooooh! Sounds like you want (and may need) the LON Experience, Tara. Can you handle it?!Oh yeah I think I can handle it babe
We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretence
And you're crying
When you're by my side
There is no defence
I forget to sense I'm dying
We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us
When I feel the warmth of your very soul
I forget I'm cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I'm old
And dying Originally Posted by Neotek