Delight in the Lord!

... And she will give you the desires of your heart. 

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Psalms 37 

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Emotionally arousing events etch themselves deeply in the mind. Ingraining themselves in the most primitive structures longer and more vividly and others - they take root inside the physical brambles of our brains. Placed wisely in that terra, new pathways grow with our experiences, or old ones are interrupted and overtaken. 

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I'll never forget the thrill I experienced the first time a man asked me to smother him. I'd innocently thought he told me to smile. Shocked - comprehension quickly replaced this. I obliged him, and my hesitation transformed into a giddy rush. 

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I still savor memories from those early times my dominance dawned on me - the ones that warped the inner architecture of my mind, showed me that my softness could make men tremble. Taught me to create works of beauty from moments of pain. Allowed me to access a deeper, freer understanding of the sensual world. 

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All of this is to ask you - who do you think you can be with the right playmate? 

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What kind of man, woman, genderless angel, pet, or fuckdoll might you become in the warmth of my light? 

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What might be altered or set right inside you, with someone who knows how to tease out your best? 

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With a woman who will mine you for your secrets and tumble them into jewels for her crown? 

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Your sacrifices will be appreciated. Well intentioned and rational desires will be honored and experimented with by an eager tinkerer. I play around the parameters of your consent, while inside them your fantasies become my divine inspiration. You choose your adventure, I enjoy your permission to curate the particulars. 

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 I delight in making your brain explode as much as anything else. As a kinky GFE provider, I have lots of ways with which to detonate it - if you're good. 

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Can I cross an item off your bucket list? Use your body as an altar? Teach you to take Mommy's cock? Tease and deny you? Compel you to the honor roll at sissy school, experiment on your flesh? Turn you into my mindless, pliant doll? 

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Will you be my prized specimen, pinned like a butterfly?

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Who would you be, if you got past the shame, trepidation, and stress to be a part of something greater? You, but more relaxed? More useful? Full of generative vitality, wiser, more fully known and understood? Perhaps... saved? 

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There is a time for every purpose under heaven.

 

The time is now. I know where to find heaven.

 

Let me take you there. 

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(My love knows no bounds - all genders, all sexualities, all abilities of people affirmed and adored. Queer and disabled bodies are exalted. Just don't be an asshole.)

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