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In_The_Wind

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March 5, 2013

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March 5, 2013

Conical of taming: Samantha. Date: Sunday, March 3, 2013, 8:26 PM


Rabrrrrrr moved Match Game to Sunday,
and Dr. Strange got his pals Mr Scott and Dana together.

Rabrrrrrr Match Game was all about Samantha's submission to her alpha male lover.
Sammy had never met Mr Scott in real life.
They had become lovers after meeting in cyber space.
Sammy was almost a total babe in the woods. Just wandering from thread to thread showing some love to everyone. All she wanted was to share her unlimited supply of smiles and laughter. Sammy's soul was as happy and carefree as the scent of orange blossoms blowing in the wind.

Unbeknown to Sammy . . . Mr Scott had been watching her ever since she innocently attracted his attention on a dating site. Scott followed Sammy through cyber space into the Underground many years ago. 2005. After hearing about her from a former lover. Dana. Waiting for just the right moment. Knowing that Sammy would be his. All his. To keep. To share. Or not. At Scott's whim. Or so he thought.

It seems as if after the beautiful goodbye from Dana, Sammy had an agenda of her own.

Dana had carefully groomed Sammy from their beginning. Lovely dates. Long weekends at the Cape. Two foot deep snowstorms together in his home. Yes. Dana was very skilled. Emails filled with sensuous pictures depicting what he had in mind for the very vanilla Sammy. On the long weekends together . . he did everything for her. Bathing her. Dressing her. Brushing her long strawberry blond locks. Feeding her morsels from his fingers. Slowly. Many months went by. Sharing everything.
Eventually . . . nothing was taboo.

Nothing that is until Dana went one step too far. Suggesting Samantha would be led to subspace on their very next meeting. The foursome he described in an eight page document was at first intriguing. Sammy became aroused. Then she became frightened. Knowing that Dana knew exactly where to find her.

Samantha became determined to understand how Dana led her into the world of domination, bondage and submission. Not fully immersing herself in the lifestyle as many had.

Clearly. Samantha enjoyed topping from the bottom.

When she was done with scott she left him for the servants to find.
Arms and legs spread wide. Tied to the four poster bed in a knot.


March 5, 2013

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March 5, 2013

and if He doesn't turn their hearts

props to: http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018314114

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March 4, 2013

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About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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