Body, Mind, Spirit, Real Life, Virtual, SecondLife and anything in between. The blog of an emotional and perverted sapiosexual
It was a slightly humid day when two centaurs finally reached a secluded yet magical land.
Holding the scroll she got from her friend, Cleric Breydon, she opened it once more. Eyeing the handwriting of her mentor.
Her home was devastated by flooding brought about by the humans who were so apt in building resources that destroys the planet and their kind has no other choice, either to adapt, move away or die.
As promised from the previous post, this is the Memorial part with the pictures from the funeral. [14:36] pz7 Engineer entered chat range (6.51 m).[14:36] Kazuka (talluhlah.mills) entered chat range (4.17 m).[14:36] randy Thor entered chat range (5.04 m).[14:36] Rockin’ (scurvy.ragu) entered chat range (11.38 m).[14:36] Otho Compton entered chat range (14.78 m).[14:36] Persepone Voss…
Sometimes you need to hold someone's hand and help them cope with and accept their emotions and to let them know you have them in all the moments in their life in both worlds.
"Rei, come here." He ordered her as he stared at her from his Executive desk. He smirked as his submissive wife stood up from the floor, slowly and sultrily swaying her hips, hungrily looking at him from her semi drunk state. He then grabbed her, squeezes her front and behind as he felt her warmth permeating from the thin satin fabric of her gown.
I am currently up on the “tower” of our house. The tower is the small look out area which is the 5th level of our our. I enjoy climbing there because from there you can see the mountain range and it makes me feel like I am an infinite being. Sometimes I will lay down…
We are in vigil this dawn as we wait. Will Uncle fight for his life? Or will he succumb to the light? I can see the stress that my brother and his wife family are going through at the moment. I watch him as he work and stop and read messages from the doctor and…
It took someone to remind me of how I've forgotten about the things I used to enjoy and he got me thinking deeply....when did I lose myself? When did I lose the motivation to do the things I loved the most?
I am so tired. I feel so worthless. I feel so alone. For how long can I act strong? For how long can I keep up this fake smile? When all I wanted is to scream! For how long will I be used by the people I love? I am so tired. My body is…
June 3, 2020 at 10:02 AM your doctor called me to inform you that you are gone. The pain and this grieving is unbearable. While I am care giving, managing your pain, you have limited time left. His name was Sir Sliene Mimer. He’s beautiful, his spirit IS beautiful, he was 7 and this was…
The waiting game starts now. It’s Sir Sliene Mimer’s last 48 hours. Been hand feeding him in the past few days and he just wants to stay as much closer beside me. Already spoke with the vet 2 days ago that the antibiotics and other efforts no longer work so he told me to give…
