A gateway through my soul and beyond
Dreams, they say they're a virtual gate way into ones subconcious desires and thoughts, Wheres ones imagintation is at its best and worst. So if my dreams depict me as a 'freak' when it comes to certain things...does it make it true? Does it mean that these dark and against the norm desires are truely what i want, instead of what i think i want on the surface? These are the things i must know....who am i inside...
A vivid, neon baby blue corset, lined with black lace, black gloves, black booty shorts, knee high leather buckle style high heel boots. Long brown hair, vivid green eyes, a whip made of silver chain...all these things i see in my dreams. Pain becomes pleasure at the crack of her whip, shivers of delight as her fingers graze my skin where the chain struck the skin, Soft lips pressing against my own, creamy smooth skin where my own fingers touch. The sick distorted pleasures of being completely out of control.
*sigh*
Why must the dream world seem so perfect, no matter what essence we put it in.
Untill next time my little dancing puppets,
Keep your whips and chains at the ready. xD
A vivid, neon baby blue corset, lined with black lace, black gloves, black booty shorts, knee high leather buckle style high heel boots. Long brown hair, vivid green eyes, a whip made of silver chain...all these things i see in my dreams. Pain becomes pleasure at the crack of her whip, shivers of delight as her fingers graze my skin where the chain struck the skin, Soft lips pressing against my own, creamy smooth skin where my own fingers touch. The sick distorted pleasures of being completely out of control.
*sigh*
Why must the dream world seem so perfect, no matter what essence we put it in.
Untill next time my little dancing puppets,
Keep your whips and chains at the ready. xD