Fallen Angels BDSM Club →
Shameless plug for the club I work at on Second Life. I am a Host and Officer here. My Hosting Events Munch @ 2pm SLT Saturdays Switch Discussion @ 6pm SLT Mondays Dance @ 4pm SLT (usually Thursdays unless I am covering for another host on another day) There are countless other events and educational sessions. Join, make new friends. You’ll have a blast. :-)
I. The one thing that is known to hurt me greatly is being done. Silence and separation. Is there a care for my heart and mind in this? A care for my sanity? I begin to doubt it. It will end, one way or another. II. A toy that can be put up and taken down on a whim. Another relationship can decide how my relationship will develop. Easily set aside. I don’t treat others like this and I...
Naughty Nekos Dance
Hosting at Fallen Angels BDSM Club tonight at 4pm SLT. And I missed the bus home from offline work. A truly special experience it was waiting in the cold as the sun set. Forgot my gloves too lol. Will be cutting it closer than I thought. X-D If you’re kinky, join me at FALLEN for our Naughty Nekos Dance. *grins*
I don’t know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my...– Missy Altijd (via supermonn)
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Thank you supermonn! I have a lot in my mind and heart to write. Hope you’ll follow as well :-) And I’m glad I helped expose you to different music! supermonn: Your blog is quite bare however it will grow to be a nice little humble blog. Thank you for the follow and may I comment, your music choices are quite different to my liking however somewhat relaxing. Thanks again.
Minutes to 3 AM EST... that's 12 AM SLT folks...
Ebony: Anything exciting happened or is happening in the land of SL?
Caritas: not rally
Ebony: Didn't think so lol
Caritas: -curls on top of and snuggles-
Ebony yawns and snuggles
Whenever I sign on and see the absence of those picks, the absence of his name in my profile and my name in his, his shining heart missing from just beneath my throat, I die a little, and this entire second life seems impossible and unbearable. Swallowed up by a great nothingness. A void. And I wonder how I got to this place, where I have given so much of myself to someone with such a completeness...