future
Posted by femd6735 on January 20, 2012 at 4:12 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:12 pmthe future is unknown, i guess it is always unknown,
i have too be good and do as am supposed to do, and
then maybe it will all work out… girl
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Posted by femd6735 on December 3, 2011 at 12:52 am | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:09 pmdarkness is all around now, and the days grow darker my soul darkens,
i have very little hope for the future,
She is not here….
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Posted by femd6735 on November 9, 2011 at 7:03 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:09 pm
My lover
Her eyes shine.
With brilliant flashes of light
I feel like I touched
Her sole, when I met her eyes
A glimpse of intelligence there.
I’m drawn to her, In a way
I never felt before.
I give her my heart
Its all I can do.
“you belong to me”,
She whispers in my ear
Its too honest,
She frightens me.
But could it be true
A safe place
For this scarred little
Boy, inside me.
Its up to her,
She will decide.
And if…. , oh I’ll make
Her so happy. Promise.
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Posted by femd6735 on at 7:01 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:09 pm
Which way is home?
This I wondered,
But then she found me.
I felt warm
In her arms.
Safe in her bed.
A new lover,
But like no other, strong and loving
A wonderful contradiction
She works, I’m home
Waiting, making dinner for us
Missing her too much.
In afternoon, I dream
About her, I think and
Think of ways to please her.
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Posted by femd6735 on at 6:59 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:09 pm
Love,
Is the name
Of my heart
There is a special place
That I hide from hurt and harm
A place of warmth
And softness
Like the feel of
My pillow against
My face
My dream to share
With her,
All that is her
And all that is me.
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Posted by femd6735 on at 6:54 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:09 pm
I was hitchhiking and I was young, about 15, well a van stopped, with two girls in it. They asked me where I was going and I said the beach, which just happened to be where they were going. They had a cool van, with a frig in the back, a double bed, and some leather straps and stuff hanging.
They offered me a beer, and instead of the bottle gave me a glass. It was an hour to the beach and they turned up the music, and I drank. After a while I started feeling tired, and I guess I passed out.
I woke up, with my hands cuffed to some straps at the top of the van ceiling, and my legs tied on either side of the bed. The van was stopped and I could hear the beach in the background. My jeans were gone, and I just had my shirt on, and something soft. They were talking, and I started to ask what was going on. One of them moved close to me and said be quiet…
They then picked up feathers, and moved them up my legs, and it felt soft and I got excited, then they began to unbutton my shirt, and I saw they had dressed me in panties, they then whispered to me that I was their little girl, or else. Then they spanked me, 10 times each.
I was moaning and whimpering, but I was totally hard now, and the panties did not contain me. They cut the shirt off of me, and one began to tease my nipples, while the other was rubbing my hardness with little circles, I was moaning and they were saying that I was their little girl, then the one teasing me tied something around me, telling me that I could not come with this on, and that they were turning me into their sex girl.
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Posted by femd6735 on at 6:12 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:08 pm
am home from work,
underneath my tan cords,
blue stripped button down shirt,
is a secret,,, white panties and stockings.
i was raised male, although i have always been little,
i was always shy to kiss a girl,
how many times a girl got tired of waiting,
after weeks of dating, i would barely touch them.
how many wondered, is he gay
they did not understand, i am submissive
i never believed i had the right, to kiss them
i never believed i had permission too touch them.
i longed for them to put their hands in my hair,
pulling me in for a kiss, my arms moving up high, submitting too Her,
Her tongue entering my mouth, i’m moaning like a girl
wetting my panties, from the intensity of Her kiss
She whispers in my ear, no coming little slut,,
She smiles thinking of the plastic cage in her nightstand,
the sound of nylon, as She crosses Her legs, leather skirt moving up her thighs,
i am so hard and wet now, falling under Her control.
Now open Your mouth baby girl , its your tongue I wish to inspect,
a whimper from me, my mouth opening, my long tongue moving out toward Her fingers, as i make little puppy licks in the palm of Her hand,
We both know where my mouth, soon will be.
by baby girl
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Posted by femd6735 on at 6:05 pm | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:08 pmPut these on little girl,
“i won’t i said, shaking my head no.
i don’t like the color,
i don’t like them, stamping my foot.”
Mistress shakes Her head,
A cruel smile crossing Her face,
The look in Her eyes,
Stops the temper tantrum.
Little girl, suddenly realizes,
That she went too far.
Stepping back a little,
Fear begins to crawl up her stomach.
Little girl begins to apologize,
Mistress responds with two words,
“shut up”, Mistress reaches for the gag,
The gag with the big cock that goes inside little girls mouth.
Little girl starts to shake,
Looking around for a place to run,
A place to hide,
She cannot move as Mistress slowly walks forward, the cruel smile in place.
By baby girl
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Posted by femd6735 on October 22, 2011 at 4:38 am | Last modified: December 18, 2011 4:31 am
Mistress,
She never wavers,
She sets her lines,
drawn in blood.
i push against her resolve,
i beg and cry for Mistress to give in,
Mistress makes the rules.
the future is Her’s to decide,
i follow like a little puppy,
pulled tight by Mistress leash,
Her rules are drawn in blood.
By pet
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Posted by femd6735 on October 16, 2011 at 5:44 am | Last modified: January 20, 2012 4:08 pm