I've learned that the older I get the less I know. The more wisdom I seek the less faith I have in the wisdom I thought I had already accumulated.
Come. Walk with me. Hold my hand. Tell me what stirs your heart and your mind. Open yourself to the possibilities that exist between us. Let me see into your heart and I'll paint a picture on your soul with my blood. You'll never be the same but then neither will I. It's a small enough price to pay for the sharing of such depth and beauty.
Sometimes it's nice to meet a man who doesn't just accept the skeletons in your closet but who dresses them in silk and satin and fucks them while you watch.
Come walk the dark corridors of the labyrinth with me. Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine.
Location
In the pages of whatever erotic story I'm currently telling in my mind.Gender
Female