Rainy day thoughts

Over him, hot and strong like a golden mare

His face mine, his rapture my creation

A man born between my thighs

My ride through life

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A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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5 thoughts on “Rainy day thoughts
    1. Something to be remembered by. This is a bigger stretch than most might take, but an EPITAPH. People would talk and people might speculate, but in the end it would be a mystery. Maybe after a hundred years?

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