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Sun_Light  
Sensitive And Caring Slave
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Last Visit: More than 3 months
Member Since: September 17, 2006

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Information:
Gender:   Woman
Birthdate:   July 20, 1964
(59 years old)
Astrological Compatibility
Lives in:   buffalo grove, Illinois, United States
Height:   5 ft 7 in / 170-172 cm
Body Type:   Prefer not to say
Smoking:   I'm a non-smoker
Drinking:   I don't drink at all
Drugs:   I don't use drugs
Education:   Master's degree
Race:   Other
Sexual Orientation:   Bi-sexual
Speaks:   English, russian
Hair Color:   Red/Auburn
Hair Length :   Medium
Eye Color :   Brown
Glasses or Contacts :   Glasses


LifeStyle
I think about ALT lifestyle:   All the time
Role:   Submissive
Level of Experience:   One to five years
Dress:   Suit
Social Orientation :   Liberal
Safe Sex:   Yes
Demeanor:   Prefer not to say

Personal
Body Decorations : Earring(s)
Breast Size: 36 / 80 D
Pubic Hair: Prefer not to say
Marital Status: Prefer not to say
Occupation: engineer
Religion: Christian

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59 year old Woman in buffalo grove, Illinois, United States Looking For: Men or Women

Profile for Sun_Light
For me - the relationship between master and slave is something very special, not just domination, subjugation .. sex .. or games ... but something much more profound and special. - Boundless trust ... trust ... commitment and responsibility .... relationships much stronger, even from family .... Everyone is special for more .... "Corner" which gives you everything you need and feel whole. Man who in your worst moment is up to you ... I have another idea about the personality of the Master. Not just dominating ... It is not just a man who loves someone to obey him, and have fueling his ego. Master's personality, combining many strengths-intelligence firm will, principled, patience and many more .... To acknowledge someone for his Master's something very special, individual and specific .... But to accept it - as his slave has privilege. True Master knows that his slave will follow in everything will fulfill his every wish will be granted its full dedication ... because he has not just chattel slave and a value of intelligence, personality that boundless trust him and his one. Trust and respect are built over time ... and not through physical impact, but with the invasion of the brain .. when you take over every corner of the mind when one word can shaking the whole body .... when every thought and action is in accordance with the will of the Lord, then the slave becomes a slave. [if254 1]

My Ideal Person:
I need just one real Master.
Please let me write only serious people. I do not want to lose either my or someone else's time in false hopes and promises.

It's raining.

The rain hitting the Windows, slow, prosaic. One of those mornings when nothing wakes up, no one fast, as if time has stopped. The panes are dimly lit.

Stroke, light, delicate, barely breaks into the glass. Strap it on me. The fringe of lashes only caress my skin. You want to feel the slight whiff of the wind which extends in me, all the way to the tips of my fingers. My hands are immobile, chained, but nevertheless shudder. Sprinkle it light drops of emotion upon me, playing, getting me on the small droplets. As a child. Paint me with his fingers slowly, then throw me quickly into the maelstrom of emotions ....

It's raining. A little on my skin. The fringe hit me harder. Red traces. On me, in me. Happy to be by far. I can't see you, somewhere behind me. I expect you. I get a kiss. Good girl I am, the control renders me liable only in your hands. Controlled Hurricane have you seen? You're turning me into a kitten. I don't want anything. Just a lot. And a little rain on your lips. You hit me with his hands. I like to wear your prints. purr. Put a hand on my lips, I don't want anything to distract you. You want me. Control my breath. You give me a little and slowly. It's painful, relax in your hands. Spanking me. Immediately, quickly. Feel how wet my fingers. " caress me while letting me catch my breath. My eyes are closed.. you do not need to see you. You are in me and I am in you. The iron hot. Grab my hands with one hand and you're in me, slowly, painfully, I feel you with every fiber, every moan. You whisper. The words have no meaning, you feel me all over. My body is talking to you. Spilling on me, you me. Rain. On the glass. No drizzle. The downpour has became the crystals. Hitting you, hitting you. getting louder and louder.

-Please. Please ...

The storm is unleashed. It's dark ... anything that is in the morning. Overwhelm me. The rain and you. You're rain. I can't breathe. It is not necessary. All piecing droplets on me. Slow, fast. On my skin, on my senses. Drown me. The whole. Plunge. I'm spinning. I trash it. And again starts slightly drizzling. Not the rain. Of tenderness. In your arms.

Since then, I love rain .... but the crystals.

written over 3 years ago:

I just write this and need to share with you
I saw you and everything melted .
My uncertainty.
My expectations .
My movements.
Trembling hands,
You controlled
I pushed,
you manage ,
its glass were in your hands ,
your breath on my skin
and my emotions ..
they were in you
because it was for me ...

I put my hand before my eyes , and to hide from the light , I wanted to stay a little apart, a tiny part of the controls to be my ...
My skin they felt your fingers moving on my shoulders .. slowly .. painfully .. paint a picture of the past and the future. This was missing because it was in your eyes and my skin a little ..
The candle was set aside , wanted nothing to occupy your hands. He just wanted me and all particles at me. I saw you long .. while stretching his arms for a hug or a whip or rope .. did not really matter , I was ready to take your emotions , whatever they were to return tenfold your desires . Because in his desires was yours, you had the key and freedom . I was like a bird about you .. so both free and at the same time did not want to go anywhere .
Asked my command. Clear. Be turned on his stomach on the bed. I close my eyes and indulge your senses . I smiled at you , pritvaryayki eyes - did not you know that you always let the senses with you? You hold them.

I turned around .. like a ballerina .. tenderness is spreading across my skin . I was naked and beautiful in your eyes. There were drops of water on me .. spread them with your fingers and paint my figure my back. My hands began to tremble , buried in sheet , roll up , expect them ..

I was chosen rope. Red. And gentle. It was like me, or just complete me , I never was sure , but I was your possession , I wanted everything.
Started from my feet .. silk stockings gave them a sense of sophistication .. my skin crawl and they knew every little touch. Coddle me . Tied. Release. And all in a few moves .. destroying my world and collect it again. I was relaxed and your trust and flowed over my skin ..
And you painted painting .. how ..
I picture
and fragrance
and possession
little no-man's-
but your more ..
The rope ran through my body .. caressing my breasts , my stomach , my skin was like milk under your fingers . Looked at me .. look he gave me goosebumps .. just out of sight, which felt itself ...
Feather rope .. like rose petals on my skin , slightly , very gently , but roughly .. and wanted it more than anything.
Orders particles spoke my breath , I was only yours, I said nothing ...
There was no need to answer you already knew
my body tell you ..
The rope ended .. but my devotion was just beginning ..
And you know it ..
Tucked the last bit around my neck like a caress .. and remained so ..
Stepped back ,
wanted to look at me.
I was foreign , but yours and only yours.
It was fabulous ..
He smiled without words .. and whispered a few words that seem blended with my skin ..
- The beginning is yours.
The ropes were arranged . And it all started . Purity and emotion are intertwined . And you and I and our little .


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