It is storming. I listen to the distant rumble of thunder. I see the bright flashes of lightening. I feel the rain on my skin. I do so love storms! They speak to my soul...as does the moon. It is not quite the same pull as the moon but entrancing all the same.
I have found that I miss the wild and uninhibited sexual outlet that thunderstorms give me. There isn't a more sensual feeling than to make passionate love outside during a thunderstorm. To feel the rain caress your skin like another lover...to feel the electric lust as the lightening lights up the dark sky...to feel the rush of release as the thunder rolls and the ground moves.
Well...My Beloveds...don't let another storm pass you by without welcoming it into your being. It is true freedom...
I have some new friends here on the rave! I do so enjoy making new friends! It seems as though a few of my old friends have forgotten me. So sad for them. I am a very entertaining person. I hate they are missing out on my escapades!
Well Darlings...I have mischief and mayheim to toss about! Have fun, My Darlings...I know I shall!!
It is long since I have wandered these halls. It has been such a very long road and I am weary. I have yearned again for the darkness....the peace...the quiet. I have followed the twisted roads of my destiny to arrive here. Where I am most at Home.
I want only to be enfolded in the cloak of darkness, wrapped tightly in the velvet folds, allowed respite from all that I have endured. Welcome me Home, My Beloveds. For this is where my solace lies...
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