I shall shower at 5PM
Hoping to muster up enough energy of desire..as if I were replacing the type of dope-feen I am..
Miss Fanny Peepot sighs sweetly:
can another love me knowing..I could care less about bathing..unless I want to feel pretty and like a lady..
Its not like I do much..I bath and the next day massage lotions of oils..
knowing I have danced erotic movements and my flesh is utterly hot..
The dirty whore belongs to the Devil, no doubt, he too, licks nasty ass.
"Giggle" like gigglings' of only one girl.
thats the thing about crazy saturday..
there is time for making that choice...
and either way by the time I am ready to find myself indulged..
I plan to be so fucked up..
with Agent Paul..I can be as fucked up as I want..and smile that sarcastic you dumb fuck of an Asshole..
while enjoying a good meal...free too..and with all I want...
see pot works really good with him...
with the other..Iam sure to be spotted..and ask...omg..Aislin whats that wheezy thing in his neck...and is he your ..
omg..Pimp Daddy, now..
that will indeed blow my high..
so see my mind is already made up..
oh plan C..
Yes, of course there is, ET, phone home and call Mister Groper Man, aka..Annoying Bible Man Mister Twist myNipples, Paul.
I have every intentions of filling my true desires, this day as it appears.
Dat be what princess Aislin say.
Hurry the sunset, begin your masking fall.
its the same old fashions rules of Beauty always needing an escort of company… and what better than a Beast.. someone has to adore the ugliness of her disease. heh, yep, its me, plan B Aislin.. thinking soon the night of all things hidden will soon appear. and I shall be on my walk towards this demon of march… chanting… Please, God, have thee returned, safely. ...
talking it all out.
There is the next door dude, a rolly polly is he…and with something making noise..that sticks from the center of his neck… and here I sit wanting some ice cream… I really was squatting my ass on the toilet..saying sighs..he would take me… as he is that peeping tom watching me jump the back fench.. and I know..he jerks off thinking his love for hairy girls… I push...
To that peeping tom Priest
You know Father..
I am of the crossings of cross..
as...the lady Aislin
curious is my mind,
utterly deformed and
brinked, within darkness
To go further is the padded cell of Virginia..her mind is made
even if it is, of
the sanctuary of only what she desires to believe..
and stabbing your guts..
mean shit to her...
there are the caves, darkened,
where your life is your own risk
I kneel and beg Father, to save, my soul this
burnin the abyss of bubbles edge.
within the towers..
Beaudalare's lady Aislin
she, roams the underground of sanctuary
My eyes opened and I feel alive too, see many things.. yet… the body of my lids, rebel too, slouch, anything worthy. what is this logic of thinking and feeling.. where is the balance to what I sincerely need. Will I, be Masochist or peacefully offer thee.. submission. I should go, myself, back to bed. scoffs.. the madness of the lady Aislin.
Father, I have this naughty itch, as it is that time when I am the horniest of little girl cootie, treats.
And..well, Father, what I do not understand, is why this need of feeling myself down there, you know in there hiding my secret little cave..
yes, Father, the one I am not allowed a human touch, as it is for only the fingers of God, himself..
but Father, does God hate me so much, as I need to feel the nails of tacks raping through the blooms of my pretty glossy protecting lips.
please, Father, send word to me about this and my hail da Marys for my punishments.
ps..oh, Father, I almost forgot, nothing over ten please as I can not count toes and fingers at the same time. I get so confused then.
The "Shilly-shallys'", of 8AM.
where your body lays naked.. within the fluffy coffin below a cross and the air caresses crispy sweet. awwww, you cuss… the earliness feeling yourself to be somewhat the sleeping beauty princess.. and yes, something is exposed.. as if, it were a secret sin.. Perhaps the Beast, appeared last night under the the guidance of the moons sadistic nightly-haunting for intense of ravenous...
possessing to many yawnies
Aislin: myMaster I'm sleepy now and please hurry to tuck me as my eyes are almost closing..
my body spreads to find its comfy drift and my mind no longer sings its lullabys..
thedevilsreazuns-deactivated201 asked: what does a fine fannied fairy demon hate more;
hard cock roughly pussy plundering or fat tongue butterly clit flicking?
hard cock roughly pussy plundering or fat tongue butterly clit flicking?
"And now...." the Dreamer says..
Exactly and what of some results..the sluttiness of those fuckin Tgirls.. tryin teach a young-in like me the game of hard too get… lol…only a lazy bitch would see through that… she’s prolly one of those maso chicks..needing a teasing slap upon her rompy ass. its just not my scene…I need to fuck wiff ya more then that. instead this May West impostor wanna do da lap...
Explosion of a Harlot
where I can just close my eyes and kum. to feel myself within the addiction of this silent rage wallowing the wonders of my boils pouring out displayed for blows I am a Nerf ball catcher a swallow needing to feel I am dunked for a gouty sting of punishment where I breathe, catching my breath and desperately exhaling my crying shout.. oh God..this beats so filthy nasty where the rust of my nails...
Was Cocky-Locky also the King, Beaudalare?
“I love and yet am forced to hate, I seem stark mute , inside I prate, some gentler love doth ease itself into my heart and mind, for I am soft and made of snow, love be more cruel or so be kind.” Virgin Queen Soundtrack - Track 1 <—Utube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrRO8AyyPqg I change the song myPrince..pondering if lady Delic becomes the Virgin Queen..will we be...
Aislin: I can only be felt like the touches of the music
and only feeling, what myself can only hear.
Does thou speak of treason, to hold and scold?
I hope you have tales of truth myLord Beaudalare..of how you have utterly fucked up.. my mind.. knowing I have no regrets knowing I beg to feel this helpless knowing it arouses as it fears me.. I wish I could promise never taking you for granted.. but..well.. would it be sincere. bah-ha! The Art today myPrince, I am tired out from fighting with the perfections of these Romans… although,...
To Mister Beaudalare
You know as I spend myself this day peeking within your gates..I see you continue saying mean things about me. I can only ask myLord of your bellowing repulse for me.. yet, sweet Prince, Good Sir, you manage to kum.. also explaining its feelings of agony towards its fate of pleasures.. Your destiny seemingly roguish too.. intersting mybeloved Master is this how, you love me so much, knowing,...
I pray my each puff of peace.
Its the loneliness I feel getting high and the emptiness I need to roam so free.. Its the munchies I never got before the taste of ice cream I find myself to drown and the headache after my belly too, filled. the lady Aislin living in the Devil’s hell. my days’ hours’ of wait, lightens’ slow the flames.
More questions, Exposed.
The pleasures of beautiful art and the delightful feeling of locking it within your visions of thoughts… shades and contours of perfection where you need no features of a face.. I remember hearing while watching Chinese Opera..the reason for men playing the role of a woman was because they knew what they wanted a woman to be like… So surely this same theory would apply for men not...
Scraps of love notes
You write so beautifully to me Beaudalare..and everything I desire to say..are my hidden secrets I can not seem to scream out. yet, I say.. if, Ye are meh twin.. then.. you are a dirty, rotten swagger of a jest for not tellin me them.
What if… I do whorship more the emptiness I feel.
Pot Gas Mask, Deemed, hard limit.
I puff I gag counting ten and its already within the 11Am’s.. My hearts attack popping its shock of rejection, its complaint no doubt, of my neglect… a torment of payback so vile, a torture of shake-shuddering convulsions.. and I am repulsed at the utter thought of tasting my own puke. Dear God..its me, humbling kneeling, and I am disguised an ugly duckling at your feet… ...
The Pot Smokers, Gas Mask
1. One helmet with flip switch hatchet, switch-blade motion sensor for the food stamp unite organization groups. 2. A test-tube unbiblical UBS cord to cell phone ports they recommend Oh naturale, I confess a bit bloody for my taste but, heh. 3. A portable water bubbling O2 tank..one stolen from some half dead old person, also wheel chair lock-ins featuring cobra security. 4. A fly girl carry...
myBeloved knows, I am out there
He knows I am insane. processing within the melancholy mists.. a retreat on my behalf a sin of Greed.. self-centering the intense of my bleed.. ripping my hair out towards the hid-dens of sanctuary. Traveling, the darkest ruins.. of secret caves. the lady Aislin.
In ode to, KoolAide Jones
it was one of those nights where your mind is cluttered from smoking lots of pot, and all of a sudden you discover Alts Blog Ville.. Its billboard of lights, perhaps within the center of NYC’s stock market exchange…the triangle of where it all happens.. and here is where I discovered him..He to me was the swagger of Lil Wayne, “Dropin the world on your fuckin head”,...
I hate when I feel like a dyke
of course it is my PMS rage appearing.. as the moon has amazed deeply my eyes.. and so I think something to soothe my yearning ache although, my need to insanely kum has yet, to arrive. I do not feel neither like a Virginia gal as I am much to edgy.. I slouch like the lazy hunter, needing something, stimulating and intense.. Its the kiss beneath the pink panties where the flesh peeks out...
oh Dear heavenly Father..its me Aislin
no fuss Father, just mental notes for thoughts and reactions
i called him an Asshole today
and he called me a bitch
He got promoted on his job and I am as always, the last to know
The Priest: so you angry at him or you or the situation?
Aislin: No, Father, not angry and glad, I got to catch up with his happiness.
omg, I was high from smoking pot with Jess
myself sat at her feet..
she wore pink panties
and kept adjusting the crossing of her legs to tease me,
The Priest: so? is it dripping out of her?
Aislin: Calm yourself, Father, I would need to purify her dirty ass,
before I can think of
the cave of her
and my sanctuary
I only feel the ill of ache to be my germs
as we travel within the realms Father of darkness
and there is that possiblity of not coming back...
The Priest: so who cares what huge black cock has been in her holes?
Aislin: omg, Father you trying to make me puke,
no she prolly swallows too
no a good week of flossing her mouth would be needed too
to kill the backed up germs
this girl is filty now Father
The Priest: oh but you are a girl and soft and pink like those panties?
Aislin: lol, yes,
Father.. those pink pantie flashes were so tasty.
The Priest: make you drool?
so what is she like?
Aislin: yes, Father,
i ached for a longer peek no matter if i got caught..
and she is soft with
perfectly sun caressed golden skin,
dirty blonde hair always looking so young and pure
she wore a cleopatra look outfit with black roman type sandels...
she struts like a model
although, slightly plump in shape
her head tall
her smile so sweet
she's simply my beautiful friend called Jess.
The Priest: bless you my chide..
Aislin: thank you, Father for listening as I remain self-centered still and without any complaints.
a good angel.
of what, I ask.
adjudicating, Heavens defense
Finding the opened passage towards Racism I find nothing wrong within the cultural of your prejudices.. call it Racism, if you will..as I do take great pride in knowing where I come from and understanding my history of evolving growth.. But..my peaceful plight is of knowing.. to understand them all..where I can adjust myself .. to some level of tolerance if need be.. into the lighted tunnels of...
sweet sleep kum to me
Aislin: I plan to masturbate
her mind: when
Aislin: last night
her mind: and did you
Aislin: well of course I did, I mean, I thought twice about taking to that secret room, my powerdrill..
her mind: and the results
Aislin: well, I, did feel myself under the knife a bit
moaning a few times even, fuck..
her mind: I feel you are stalling
Aislin: and I am
her mind: why
Aislin: I had to close my eyes
her mind: to travel where
Aislin: I started with Beaudalare, where are you myLove..feeling myself so helplessly pathetic..
her mind: and were there easier results
Aislin: No, not really..heh!
her mind: the results please
Aislin: sighs, I had to think the unthinkable
her mind: Go on..
Aislin: to close my eyes tight
willing up my darkest monster
to take without mercy, my innocence
my pretended death of breath
where I secretly allow him
of his will.
her mind: heh!
He turns me like this..
And.. If you were to ask me… Of my most calmest times of writing to him..of course I will have turn the pace down within my mind towards the essence of bewitching.. Fading myself away from the buttercup of his sweet scented balls..a marching doll stomping her way into what he mainly possesses.. smoothe swaggering, He is simply, exquisite. and there I would find myself, writing to...
To, myBeloved Beaudalare. the morning of May 13, 2010 Bright Star Soundtrack - Bright Star < —-Utube and bless you, John Keats. We always go back, remembering the dead. I live, climbing his rainbow.. my eyes do weep the colors this day as I miss him much. my Bright Star of a new direction thank you myBeloved Lord, for changing my coarse.. a woman of yearns and aches…I,...
Buttercup Concert, in ode to Phillip Glass
I giggle I laugh I think willing Him up I ache I yearn to Kum but as a patient of patience I wait for Him…. to float within the buttercups of butterflies gyrating souls whispering within the playground of winds sweetly-scenting simplicity I think, I kum myStar so bright smiles wide offering me thoughts of, “giggling soldiers of subbie blue, lauding their chants” sincerely....
I will not finish as they are my enslaved and captured moments.. I simply can not return them once they have been released.. and I can not find that delightful time of feeling again. They are all gone within my souls breathing and hearts’ beat of escape.. and I am but left… searching desperately too, find more. the lady Aislin Belonging to the Writer, Beaudalare. ps…I was...
Is she interrogating me
Oh God let her not be.. a haughty-tauty lesbian hmm..when I think of Incision the adjective word I do one of myMaster’s satiated sighs and I am amazed at the deepness of how my heart feels its edging cut. I shall answer her questions proudly even if she does not reply back her dirty secret. It is a name, a blading peel I guess. the lady aislin at her service of teasing jest. I am...
ghostjuke asked: so u have cyber sex with the devil? whats a peepot
ghostjuke asked: are you the master or the slave? i want a blunt
whatever theyre prudes
whatever theyre prudes
A meaningful kiss
What if I fell to my knees before you and stroked too, hurt and love you with the ravenous mouth of my Lips.. the lady Aislin
I sincerely wish to learn the business of being...
Goodness I am sitting back listening to Agnus Dei by Eskmo..thinking..my objective upon my Resume’ should read as follows.. I hope to challenge the many different personalities of Batman, Robin, Joker and Penguins.. and still nay to Muslims.
myDearest and onlyMaster...
I need to confess something as my head was still quite cloudy after you dismissed me.. So there I was reading another I hate seeing cock pic’s on that sex site.. and well I thought of that Mistress who also screamed this treason..also while she sported that huge black strap on and when she squatted it looked like a turd hanging from her ass.. myMaster it was sincerely an innocent slip...
You are not the robot..he would be
A woman wrote she has set her standards while being trained by her former Master.. and I silently ponder ..is she not comparing..and what two men will be alike. Good thang I’m a miss fanny peepot toy and not some idiotic wanna be slave.. who should know slave rule number one: Thou shalt not beg…and verily I say unto those who do…God bless ya ass. the flirty miss peepot my...
I Truly feel
Without the first thought of “I” your life will be boring. I could also be a very selfish person.. Surely its possible to compromise.. as life is a battle of hauls up and down until you like me locate the middle. giggling..my miss fanny peepot I have to add a PS cause you have to work extra hard.
thedevilsreazuns-deactivated201 asked: Have you been a good girl?....hmm, Mymiss?