Not very much to report, except the occasional dildo.

Let's play a game. It takes me one hour to get home. You have one hour to take a shoot of your dick and send it to my email (laurana@darksites.com). Tell me what you'd do to me. I'll take the best picture (best dick, that is), and play with my dildo the way you wrote, pretending it's you ( Read more... )

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Well I've been owning this journal for a while, and still haven't decided what to do of it. Laura suggested that I just kept on writing as if I were her, just to see if anybody noticed the difference... but honestly, with such a big friends list, I feel like I was standing on stage in front of a wide audience ( Read more... )

I hate half truths.

I've decided to change the "Stranger in the mirror" icon because everybody takes it for scared, when it was supposed to be awed. Which one of these icons should I use?


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Just because he'll be coming tonight. Details. A honey scented candle. Music. Lingerie. Girl things.
Trying to make this place look like mine. I've missed such things.

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I now know my place in hell:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)ExtremeLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)HighLevel 5 ( ( Read more... )

I've always kept my eyes shut, never conceding more than moans through clenched teeth. He squirts his semen in my hot belly. It will get lost anyway, though in a more subtle way. He likes to be lied to. And I like my chaste lie.