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Weary is the heart without its armor and the knight's steely encasement serves well to guard it from the dark stain that eats at the soul. A stain that is by the light touch of she who is called woman. Innocent in form and appearance, yet deathly pale in touch as she weaves her tendrils into the heart and to the bottom of the soul. So I tell thee, tis safer to molest thee in this steely suit and when your body is beaten and mind broken, your hold upon my heart unable to squeeze the life from it, I shall surrender my armor and take your body for my pleasure as you lay there spent and helpless to my lustful attentions.

Sweet of you to drop in to check on me. I has been a while since we crossed paths. Just have not been online all that much recently. Though, when I am online next, I will be sure to be your knight in shining armor. I will drag you to my castle and imprison you in my dungeon, where you will wear a iron collar and will be chained to the wall while I press your body against the cold stone wall with my hand upon your throat. My other than to roam across your body freely while you simple await what twisted torments my whim fancies.

thnxx ...

Hiya em, Joining you in some of those yummy hugs with silver but, also sending you a wiggly-ass dance just because
i'm in a bratty mood! Hahahaha *squeezes*

xx rosie

Thanks em. She's wonderful