Re: pea's word of the day 10/16/17
« Reply #1 on: Oct 17th, 2017, 11:25pm »
~flicka slips into the Tavern, with argus eyes she watches for Any Who may perceive her.
Stealthily she rummages amongst the Master's furs seeking any forlorn and orphaned tastas. Alas there are none to be found, has another slave been here before her? Or perhaps most of the Masters have a sweet tooth and munch all the tastas Themselves.
With a hundred eyes darting here and there flicka slips from the Tavern to walk along the shore of the Thassa, maybe a sailor will give to her a sweetmeat from a far off place.
"I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness...as a woman I want to be dominated...I donít mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding." Anais Nin.