FETISH

Cat howl

In D/s, Bdsm, My journal on May 27, 2009 at 11:31 am

Brilliant morning shot thru with metallica, icy, a polar dip, I want a birch brush beating, sauna, running in rough white toweled glee from briskly alive into the day.. blu on burgundy, rosy cheeked allejuahs, bitten ass, the whites of my iris and the stain of my swollen lip. Gonna cry. Why cry, cat?

I don't know.

I just am. 

   Leave me alone to curse the sun.

          Yes.

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  1. I think you’re T.S. Eliot.

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