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The blame game

hot and cold
dark is the must
bed is a pluse

ball in the mouth and hand-cuff on your ankle
whips and chain i am in the blame game
body hot and sweaty when we roll around
in the bed.

with my high heel boots and leather whips
and chain i am all in the game with you.

do you like playing this game that i am playing
lie on the bed i am make it more fun for you
than.

be quite and hold your hands out as i put
this rope around you. tie it tight around the
bed and don't scream i don't like a fighter.

so do you want to play the blame game

the blame game

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  • Ah..this is really very thoughtful mixure of the emotional circle you conceived with so muh strong immagery ..thanks for sharing such a curious story..


  • Raivyn
    March 9

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    Damn -- no fighting? -Pouts- I am a stubborn fighter mate, well I would play it but you don't like a fighter heh... I love how it flows.


  • Rainbow7
    March 2
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    Yes, I do.

    You're marvelous, love!


  • Rainbow7
    March 2
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    Yes, I do.

    You're marvelous, love!


  • Rainbow7
    March 2
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    Yes, I do.

    You're marvelous, love!

  • Wow, very vivid. Think I will stay away from the blame game. Awesome write, dear.

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