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I’m in Seattle. Visiting Jak’s family, so they are annoying the hell out of me. It almost feels like his mother is TRYING to piss me off. Canary is the only thing making it worth this, and I have three days left. So, this is my travelogue I guess. Babykat will be starting a blog, you’ll get to see HER side of things. Carys and I will also be adding extra awesome to the site.
Expect great things from me coming this year I’ve said it before I’ll say it again. Awesome is coming to TDG.com!! Just have to wait a bit. I’m also coming back to NiteFlirt, “full time” so to speak. MP3s will be recorded monthly. New and interesting erotic hypnosis. Trust me, you’ve not seen MP3s like mine. Now, I’m taking to an even higher level.
I do phone sex to amuse myself, it’s just great that you all find my work great. So, I plan to amuse myself highly at your expense of course.
Today we visited downtown Seattle with Jak’s friend Joe A.I. and Jak’s sister and Canary. It was terribly fun. Even with not using Joe A.I. like I’d like to. Of course the subject of moving came up. I’m seriously considering it. Even though I’d miss BB. I’m gonna give a bit, to even see if a relationship is possible. I’m starting to like BB more. I of course fear him not loving me.
This is what I’ve been programed for. Its not him, it’s me and my fear. I adore people, and I think they end up leaving me because I expect to. Thanks mum! If she and her endless tirades hadn’t made me feel worthless growing up, the leaving me every few months didn’t help.
Somehow, I have faith in BB. Just, me. I get scared. I need reassurance. I need someone to talk to.
I wonder if Nightwing still reads this. If he does, I hope he’s eating his heart out because he misses me so much.<3
Know that I miss you but, I'm totally fucking whomever I please.
The State of Smutville
The Love
Babykat, ah Babykat, she’s back at uni and she’s not with me as much as I would like but I love her ever so much. I hate to admit it but, I am mad for the girl. It’s just a plus that she dresses me so well. It’s also terrible that now I only want to hurt her. I want to hear cry for me. I know most of you probably don’t get it. What can I say I’m a sadist.
Kuro, new to this blog but not new to my life. He was my Master at one point. My submissive at another point. My friend through it all. He pushes ALL my bad girl buttons. He is delicious. He also needs to be added to the cast list.
The Brit, the British Dom I’ve been seeing. Very lovely man. I didn’t really seem as being sexual in the first place. Boy, was I wrong! He rings my little bells, tingly all over type stuff. Not only that the boy loves to cuddle.
Carys, keeps me sane. Carys is like my wife and she is the BEST wife. She also draws my words into pretty pictures. She’s also helping me launch two NEW projects. She and Babykat are making me a better version of my Domina self. All you boys blame them!
The Work
2010 brings more and interesting things for me and this site. More Geisha Speak podcast and new erotic hypnosis mp3s. Email me with suggestions please. Also new video clips. Including a chat show on you tube talking (mostly!) erotica books. Maybe some erotic hypnosis videos…if you’re all good. So, be good!!
Nepenthe #2 is being written and put together. So, more Lux Shimshi goodness to come. As well as not one but two comics…to be revealed later. That means be on the look out!
Til later…
There are two reasons I do what I do. One, its really terribly fun, it’s the closet you can get to super villain and not have to build a giant robot. Two, I am hypnosis fetishist myself. Since I’m incredibly lazy and robotics is hard HypnoDomme just seemed the better option.
I do not claim to be the best, or the prettiest or anything like that. I’m just me if you don’t like it don’t call I’m fine with that. I get the trance done I have my fun and we part ways. I’m good about that, if you become addicted that’s cool too. I like my regulars especially if they’re into pain.
The thing about me is, I just don’t care. I’m me, I am a neuroscience using cowgirl roller derby princess witch. Call me what you will, hang your label on me i’ll live up to it if it’s fun.
One more thing you need to know, so this story will make sense. I like girls, but I’m not terribly lucky in that regard. My skills are legendary, my ability to have relationships is hard. I’m a romantic, i’ll write love notes and slip them in with back issues of your favorite comic book. Yeah, I’m that girl.
When I first saw her I was smitten. Her glasses were adorable, a lot of girls would take their glasses off. She didn’t, that made her my kind of girl. I was happier knowing she was out there. Then I started following her on Twitter, she made me smile, I’d flirt, she’d flirt back.
I started to wonder how she did hypnosis, not just out professional curiosity either. I started to want to feel her, I’d only ever been hypnotized by two people my dad, a vegas stage hypnotist and a friend a few years ago who showed me the erotic side.
I felt kind of bad, wanting her that way, I couldn’t pay her, and to be honest it would hurt being just a client. However being her plaything, something to help her tease boys and get more money, that was okay. I jokingly told her this idea, when she seemed intrigued I admit it, I did a happy dance.
Today was the day. We both put aside our “work schedules” and had a little chat. I was nervous, which makes me sound like a teenager and brings out my slight British accent. We talked as she set up recording equipment. I felt at ease and even comfortable.
I started to close my eyes and listened. Her voice drifted to my ears and made me feel at ease. I surrendered to the induction, my body following her guiding, relaxing inch by inch. When my body relaxed, I found myself getting lost in her words that had quickly lost their meaning to my conscious mind. The harmony of her voice kept me deep in trance.
Time was irrelevant. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or even if Zusa had brought me back up from the trance. I lingered for a moment, before her voice finally reached my conscious mind.
“Lola, are you okay?” I opened my eyes slowly as she spoke.
“Yes, Zusa I’m fine.” I answered back feeling absolutely fine, for once.
“Okay, you were gone there for a moment.” She said laughing a bit.
“I was up all night talking to Nick, sorry.” I blushed a little as I spoke it’s true once I start talking I don’t shut up unless nervous, like now.
“It’s okay, I kind of enjoy the ‘Nick’ stories on your site.”
Oh, Zusa had read my site…I swallowed back a squee of happiness.
“Anyway..” Zusa said bringing my attention back to her. “How about some ice cream?” I felt a cold shiver rip down my spine, it was delicious, I whimpered.
“Got your attention do I?” Her voice took on a purring quality.
“Yes.” I said softly.
“Good girl.” Fuck, I liked hearing her say that. Okay, I wondered if she wanted an internet girlfriend. The idea made me chuckle.
“What?” She asked.
“Nothing, really.”
“So, are you going to share this recording with your Nick or possibly this “Daddy” you keep tweeting about? I blushed and moaned.
“Unless you say I can’t.”
“Oh, no, he should enjoy what a fine submissive he has, and how else would you explain the wet panties?” Zusa spoke slowly, she was pushing buttons. I was tingling. I didn’t think I could tell Nick about this, I’d email the file when I’m sure he’d be too busy, maybe it’d get buried?
The whole submissive thing wasn’t something I normally felt, let alone for more than one person at a time. But, if they both wanted me, maybe we’d all work something out. For now, I was just enjoying it.
“Lola, I want you to tell me why you deserve to orgasm.” Zusa said patiently.
I could’ve give her a good answer and I didn’t want to try to make up something totally lame.
So, I said:
“I don’t deserve to orgasm Mistress but, should you allow me to I will do so with you in mind and only should you choose.”
She paused thoughtfully and sighed softly.
“That, is the best answer I have ever got, sugar.”
That word set off something in my pussy, I groaned. Then a scream erupted from my lips. My body was hot like a fire, then suddenly it was gone. I was sated but, it felt hollow. I licked my lips.
“Hello.” I whispered.
“I’m still here, I was just listening.” Zusa said breathily.
I gripped my phone tighter wondering if this was how my boys felt calling me. More importantly I wondered how she felt but, as usual was too timid to ask.
I sighed, relieved, she wasn’t scolding me nor did she hang up, so I must be doing something right.
“That was fun.” I declared. I stopped myself from talking anymore.
“Yes, didn’t you think it would be?”
“I get nervous…”
“It’s okay” Zusa said softly, almost like a verbal hair ruffle.
Oh man, was I in for trouble.
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Epilogue
1899, She would see the dawn of a brand new century. It was almost amazing. Leo was born in 1800 in London youngest daughter to a well-known family of textile merchants. Never in her youth could she imagine something this wondrous. Living forever, seeing the world, having whatever she wanted. She felt more like a goddess than a merchant’s daughter!
The sound of his heartbeat resonated in her ears as she kissed him softly. She could almost taste his pulse as her red lips touched his neck. The cool night air brushed her bare back, with a sudden rush of courage her teeth sunk into his beefy neck. Blood rushed into her so quickly the vampire was almost swimming. Leo let him go gently he seemed to be all right. So she turned and headed toward the shadows.
Leo was longing for companionship decided to go and visit the pub down the street from her flat. She took a seat in the back where she was sure she would not be noticed.
“Excuse me mademoiselle?” Leo turned and to her absolute surprise to see a young boy of twenty smiling at her.
“Yes?” she didn’t do a good job at hiding the shock in her voice.
He sat in the booth across from her “I saw you and I knew I had to speak with you.”
Leo smiled nervously “why?” she asked.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in this pub.” His smile was absolutely beautiful it sparkled with a certain charisma.
Leo smiled a secret delighted smile. “Oh really?” she giggled covering her mouth in her delicately manicured hands.
” My name is Aris.” He said taking her hand.
“Leo.” A slow smile came across her face.
He kissed her hand “that’s a man’s name.”
” I don’t think so, its unique.” She stood up and started walking out the door. Aris followed quickly behind her, he was struggling to keep up. London was cold this time of year
“Leo, don’t go, please.” Aris gripped her arm. She turned to look at him, he had a determined look in his eyes she could tell he wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of.
“Aris I have to get home.” Her lips dropped to a pout, As Aris watched her candy apple red lips. Desire to taste that candy welled up in him as he gazed into her violet eyes. Leo pulled him into her embrace and she kissed him. She pulled away almost as quickly as she started.
“You can come with.” She said pulling him along the streets, almost quicker than he could walk.
Present day
Her violet eyes were always watching. Looking at the world around her, keeping her pretty eyes on her children. Only one was hers directly, and that was Aris. Aris on the other hand had six to his credit. No matter she watched them all. This night she was watching Celina, her favorite.
Celina was sitting in a café watching the mortals pass her by.
“Leo.” Celina called to her mentally ” I know you’re here, come sit with me and tell me where you’ve been.” Leo smiled her mischievous smile walking over to Celina. Celina was very pretty with her long black hair, which she kept in a tight braid, her glowing brown eyes filled with glee when she saw Leo.
“I’ve missed you.” Celina hugged Leo tight. Being this close to Celina made Leo feel much better than she’s felt in twenty years or more.
“How have you been my lady?” Celina asked while pretending to sip her tea.
“Lonely, but I’ve been fine.” Lonely just didn’t seem to cover it but she didn’t want to upset little Celina.
“No you haven’t, I can tell.” Celina clasped Leo’s hands. Kissing them gently.
“Celli, a matron’s life is a lonely one that’s all there is to it.” She smiled weakly. Celina looked at her lovingly “you don’t have to be alone, I’d be with you.” Leo’s heart stopped when she said that. Celina was very serious about that and had been for quite sometime.
“It would be far to indulgent of me Celli.” The old vampire sighed her heart was burdened with both love and lust for Celina.
Celina just sighed and leaned forward and kissed Leo quite fiercely. Leo couldn’t pull away Celina held her with all her strength.
Aris was sitting on Celina’s bed when the two women reached her flat. He sat watching them for a few moments until he couldn’t stand it. The joy he felt seeing them especially together made him elated yet sad because he’d forgotten why he left either of them.
“Hello ladies.” His voice low and soothing, but the smile on his faced showed his predatory nature, his smile was hungry as his eyes beheld his maker for the first time in fifty years.
“Aris, my boy, how have you been?” Leo asked coolly, her eyes blazed like violet flames. Celina slowly put her arm around Leo.
“I’ve been well, my kitten.” He smiled that smug smile that drove Leo crazy for almost a century.
“Don’t do that, please Aris.” Leo smiled sweetly her usual response to his annoying attitude.
It was Celina who voiced the question in Leo’s mind first. “Just what are you doing here Aris?” her voice trembled a bit but was still steady in its conviction. Aris flung himself back up on the bed propping himself up by the elbows. “I’m here to seek the help of my kindred, namely you two.”
Leo stood in front of him she looked like a stone statue of Aphrodite gazing down upon him. His spine shook with lust.
“What do you seek?” she asked softly there was a strange chill to her which made the hairs on both Celina and Aris’ neck stand on end.
His eyes went cold. “It’s Nathalie, she’s gone mad.” His voice sounded sad and weak. Celina’s face knotted up in confusion it was obvious Celina hadn’t kept up with Aris that well. Leo sat quiet looking at him trying to remember what she knew of Nathalie.
“Did you Change her properly?” Leo knelt over him peering deep into his eyes trying to see his memory. Of course she could, she saw Nathalie as a mortal girl.
Nathalie was eighteen very fair, blonde, and blue eyed. She was one of the popular girls at her school that being said she still very sweet and good-natured. She fell in love with Aris after meeting him at a poetry reading in the park. It was all very story bookish.
“Of course I did I made her the same way I made Celina, Serenity, Ginger, and all the others the same way you made me.” He said rather defensively.
Leo ran her hands up his torso slowly teasing him “Okay, okay no need to get bent.”
Aris looked at her like she was absolutely crazy.
“Bent?” he repeated the unfamiliar terminology.
“Its 20th century slang meaning, upset.” Leo planned a wet kiss on his cheek.
Celina watched them smiling fondly.
“Was she unstable before you made her, did she suffer from depression or anything?” Celina walked over and sat on the bed. He turned his head to look at her.
“None that I know of.” He shrugged sadly.
“Where is she now?” Leo asked him while grabbing her coat.
“I have her chained to her bed, in my townhouse.” He said with his full attention on Celina who looked horrified. Leo’s mouth dropped in shock, but then she smiled to reassure Celina.
“That’s the best thing.” She said walking over to Celina.
“That’s sadistic…” Celina protested like a three year old would over not getting a cookie.
“Celli” Leo stroked her hair gently “it’s better than leaving her to terrorize the city.” Aris nodded in agreement.
Aris’ townhouse was in downtown Chicago, a very lavish townhouse with very luxurious appointments, no one would ever suspect him of vampirism. Leo was surprised to see a lot of the furniture was saved from the flat they shared in London. The three vampires walked up the stairs to Nathalie’s room. Aris opened the door quickly as if she would leap out and attack them, but she didn’t. Leo ran in the room first.
Nathalie sat her arms handcuffed to the bedpost, she wriggled and writhed trying to break free she could tell Aris had also secured around the waist and legs. She writhed on the bed trying to break free growling like a fierce animal. Nothing like the Nathalie Leo saw in Aris’ subconscious. Leo slowly peeled off her coat looking directly into the newly made vampire’s eyes. “Shhh” she said in her most soothing voice “We aren’t going to hurt you.” The young vampire bit at Leo’s hand as she tried to touch the girl. Aris jumped pulling Leo away.
“See, after all these years you still protect me.” She grinned
Aris just grinned, as he looked at his former lover her red hair shown in the harsh electric light, it looked lovely but he remembered the way her body looked bathed in candlelight. Leo felt him sigh and his body stiffen. She wondered if just for a moment she could fuck him in front of Celli and the raving Nathalie.
“Fuck him.” A beastly voice sounding voice coming from the bed. Aris looked down at Leo a mixture of madness and love in his eyes. her panties grew wet as Aris kissed down her neck ripping open her blouse. hungryily he sucked at her nipples. Leo moaned as her once beloved aris drew blood from her nipple. Celina was over come by the sight something took ahold of her and she flew between Leo’s thighs she started to lick at at Leo’s clit, Leo moaned loudly.
“No.” Leo resisted throwing Aris on his back. He looked startled. Leo jumped on the bed immediately.
“Aris, if you cant save her, we’ll have to kill her.”
“No….” growled Nathalie.
“No?” Leo smiled seeing some humanness. “Well Nathalie help me.”
Nathalie writhed and twisted under Leo.
“Listen to me.” Said Leo looking into the girl’s jewel eyes. ” Aris loves you, or else he would not have given you this gift.”
Nathalie’s body went cold and she stopped moving, her head lulled to the left.
Leo slowly slid off the bed. Going over to Celina hugging her close Celina started to shake violently with great heaving sobs.
“It will be alright Celli as long as she remembers she’s loved.” She looked back to Aris and gave him a wink. “Let’s go leave Aris with his love.”
I’m an odd in that I develop crushes easily and they either stick or fade. I had a crush like this on Incubus. I nursed it along until I had to say something. I knew something about him was perfect for me. But, this is not about him. It’s about her.
I had seen her around last year, I suspected she belonged to Incubus. I wanted them. But, I figured they wouldn’t take me. I get a bad wrap because I’m a pro Domme or because I’m a true Sswitch.
The other day we were all together for the first time. At first I was worried she’d hate me, Incubus told her I was his. Then, confirmed that they had been/still were together. I was surprisingly happier about this. We could all be “family”
Now, babykat.
Like me babykat is younger, so things which horrify older BDSMers make her eager. She is intriguing to me. She has mercury-drop eyes, pinprick heart and more. The things she wants me to do the spaces I can take her require a commitment. Mostly because I will hurt what is mine because they are mine. I want to carve into her flesh.
Make her mine.
It’s selfish I’m aware. I’m in that weird in between with Ivi. I’m with carys, and princess…I’m with them and they are mine but they are not mine. I have to blindly share and it hurts a little inside. Babykat makes me feel loved and important to her always. The same way Incubus does.
I know..I’m bad.
Multiple collars have never bothered me, its the way some people pass out their ownership like it was candy. I love everyone I consider mine.Perhaps, deeper than I should. My ownership is not candy. My ownership is warmth and knowing you always have a home. My ownership is knowing I’m going to hurt you and rip you apart and put you back together.
(For Matthew )
A beam of sunlight caressed me awake I rolled over expecting roll into his warm embrace. He wasn’t there; his office must have called him in while I was dreaming. I lie still for a moment letting myself wake up, slowly I began to remember what I was told to do today. Master told me to go for a walk in the park, alone. “Since it was such a nice summer day.” He said. I found it odd because normally I don’t go out without him. I didn’t give a second thought as I was getting ready in the clothes he had laid out for me. On my dressing table lie the outfit and a note written on his personal stationary I picked it up and began to read.
“Darling Ivy.
I regret having to leave but I had business to attend to in Chicago. Now before you start pouting I’ll be back this evening. You are still to go on your walk, please do try to enjoy yourself.
Love.
Master”
I reread it twice savoring his words the scroll of his hand after reading the closing. I lifted the fine vellum to my face inhaling his dark masculine scent. The scent smelled better on his porcelain skin, either way it made me damp with feminine desire. Deciding not to dwell on my need I tucked his letter away in the drawer of my nightstand.
To wear Master had left a demi-corset made of the finest deerskin that he stitched Himself. He tailored it so that it could be worn under all my dresses. I took great care in lacing the corset pulling it as tight as I could get it by myself, my pussy tingled in excitement as I did so. Next, I moved on to the simple white “Alice in Wonderland” pinafore and apron I smirked as I thought of the joy Master must have had picking my clothes out. The cotton on the pinafore was cool and crisp against my sensitive skin. The apron had pink gingham edging.
The whiteness of my outfit, that included white thigh high stockings and matching Maryjanes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I must say I was pleased to see how my dress brought out the ruby color of my hair that I left hanging loose around my shoulders.
I took the bus to Latson Park, on the way there I sat all the way in back. Nobody really looked at me as I sat there idly toying with my apron. Except for this one guy in leather jacket he just kept staring and staring. So right before my stop came up I teasingly lifted my skirt so he could catch a glimpse of my bared hairless pussy. He stood open mouthed as I walked past him; I just grinned as I walked past.
The park was full of activity today, the smell of freshly mowed grass and barbecue invaded the air, and it reminded me of days gone past. For a second I was a small girl in my backyard. I began my walk by watching a blonde girl play with some other darker haired boys. I followed their steps as though I were enchanted. I heard something that caught my attention. Something seemed to whisper “Ivy”.
My walk led me to the park’s botanical garden, and as I walked I heard steps almost in rhythm with my own. As I knelt along the path of the rose garden looking at the lustrous reds, yellows pinks and whites of the almost perfectly formed roses the light sweet scent hung in the air. As I knelt examining the gorgeous blossoms I felt eyes on me. The eyes seemed to pierce into me. I felt my heart flutter. My mind told me to run. I rose to my feet slowly began just to walk in the opposite direction making sure to try and cover myself in a large group of people. I heard the same steps behind me and my mind began to spin. I couldn’t think properly. My animal instinct kicked in and I began sprinting through the park. The air swooshed behind me as I ran I could tell my pursuer was keeping up. I looked behind to see an absolutely breath taking sight. The man behind me wore a large black trench coat it billowed as he ran. I stopped to look at him he wore a large brimmed black hat. He looked strangely familiar.
He caught me pinning me up against the trunk of an oak tree. My delicate flesh scraped against the rough bark. My mouth opened in a scream that my assailant muffled with a deep probing kiss. I wriggled against him scraping myself farther
“Owww. Let me go.” I protested.
The man pulled me from the tree, the wind stung on my damaged skin; I started to sob hot and heavy tears. They weren’t necessarily tears of pain, more so of regret. I kept thinking why did I have to take this walk? I could’ve lied to Master but than what kind of submissive would that make me?
As I was being drug through the woodsy area on the edge of the park I stumbled and fell to my knees in the cool damp earth I let out a small scream. The man looked down at me I tried to see some facial features. He pulled me to my feet I looked down at my dress it was streaked with dirt, if I got home and Master saw this he would beat my ass red for sure. I wailed mournfully the man leading me just chuckled at it echoed through the woods hit my ears wit such harshness.
The man and I had reached the darkest part of the woods; he pressed me against a tree. He reached grabbing my hair and slapping my face. It stung enflaming my cheeks.
“Good girl” he whispered in my ear in voice that touched my soul.
“Master You frightened me.” I chuckled through the tears my heart still racing.
“Good.” He smiled wickedly tilting His hat up so that I could see his face.
December 15th, 2009 in
Erotica | tags:
bdsm,
chase |
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Inspired by Wil I’m doing the holiday gift meme. (stolen text) Here are the steps, if you want to participate (truncated steps via Epiphora): Make a post listing your wishes. If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info. Visit the lists of others. If you see a wish you can grant, and it’s in your heart to do so, make someone’s wish come true. You needn’t spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn’t to put people out, it’s to provide everyone a chance to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not — it’s your call.
So, DG’s Holiday 09 wishes!
1. A Beta Partner that doesn’t disappear on me only to show up some time later…and act like NOTHING has happened.. or failing that, an erotica writing partner. Also a phone playmate in the Dominant variety.
2. An album cover/book cover set.. I can not do graphics to save my life. Can you? Do you want to help me?
3. Help editing and laying out my first erotic short story collection, I’m a total spaz when it comes to document creation for Lulu.
4. Your favorite book. Yup, or just a mass market you REALLY liked please. I LOVE used books. Like so much. They rule!!
5. A Follow Me Necklace
for @notlolabatling
6. Reviewers who want to review Nepenthe #1 or my new handmade scents on their website. You’ll get the items to review.
7. Something of my Amazon Wishlist
If you wanna give me any of these please email: Aural @ inkigirl.com (remove spaces)
Thank you!
These things have brought me back to Pritkin.
Pritkin. What can I say about Pritkin? He makes me cum like a fountain. He has spectacularly broken my heart. He has taught me how to be obedient. Those are all true statements. He’s forever inside of me, down at the very essence. I am aptly his echo.
I can not ever get over him despite my best efforts. A piece of me will always belong to Him. Even though he can not be here for me. He simply can not devote that to me. Which, makes me make very bad choices in partners. Lately, I’ve chosen better, I am quite proud. My heart needed him. He maybe having his life ripped a part but, he will always come back.
Always, just like someone else I know. Maybe it’s true, girls fall in love with there fathers.
The question remains, what should I do? Do I wait? No. Not entirely, I can not. He knows this, he is not angry.
My life as of late is very complicated. I am working on a fair number of projects. That means a lot of work and then fun time for me. I love that some of the things I do can culminate in special release events! I’m a sucker for a good time. As you can tell.
Wanting Pritkin is like breathing it’s just automatic. Unlike breathing it begins to wear on me. FM intervened and ordered me to call. It went better than I thought. Pritkin actually didn’t get angry. We talked about my mom and my need to have him around more.
I think he’s happy.
December 11th, 2009 in
Sex Files | tags:
love,
Pritkin |
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