She lay
Bound, bare,
Broken in the darkening sand.
Her bruises testament to the battering storm,
How many had there been? How long?
A tear drying and parched lips speak,
With quiet smiles.
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- MyKey
- The diary of a switch. I was once a kinky guy in a somewhat vanilla marriage with a lot of problems. My wife and I tried to accommodate my kinky needs and failed. After many difficult years we discovered she was dominant and she learnt to shuck off her years of repression and let herself go. We haven't looked back. This is about how we progressed out of her vanilla comfort zone, much much further than either of expected, and fell back in love with each other. Email me if you like on mykeyman1 at googlemail dot com
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