Ropes not Roses

Of course this was before our adventure into BDSM, but he's certainly knows now that I'd like ropes, not roses.
Built from experience. Designed for practice

Of course this was before our adventure into BDSM, but he's certainly knows now that I'd like ropes, not roses.

I offer my hand and gift it to you, with the hope that you will lead the way. That I may walk beside you, my head held high, ...

I pull on the lace as a reminder that when you see me, you see the gentle side, the surrender and submission.

Mister K told me to find something "hot" to wear, so he could get some pictures of me out in the cold. By the time I got dressed and then undressed again, the snowflakes were much smaller

♪ I know I'm a handful, that's why you've got two hands! ♪

When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
Franklin D. Roosevelt

Your hugs and kisses are like the stars that light up my life when things get dark.