myfeverishdesire 50F
33 posts
2/4/2006 5:45 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


in my hands, soft and wet, just it and i, moving, forming, shapes of desire, ever changing, manipulating it with my fingers, palm of hand, lightly, forcefully, bending to my will, encompasing my world shutting out all others, quiet and serene, spinning or still, reshaping fast or slow, its what I want, it will be how I decide, transforming, how my hands form it to be, a process, a lesson, no thoughts of worry, empty and alone, yet one with it, deep peace and comfort, searching, changing, a relentless objective for an end result which i dont know until i see it, feel it, know it

rm_mtnravyn 60M
890 posts
2/4/2006 8:13 am

Every experience in life, everything with which we have come in contact in life, is a chisel which has been cutting away at our life statue, molding, modifying, shaping it. We are part of all we have met. Everything we have seen, heard, felt, or thought has had its hand in molding us, shaping us Orison Swett Marden (1850 - 1924)

So often this inner molding manifests in the way we use our creativity to form something external. In reading your posts I find that theme of the internal starting to fully manifest in the external possiblites. The culture so often forces a facde over ones true nature, through which only courage and a desire to know self can find a path. As for the D/s play, there are many aspects to that and the interchange is certainly one of trust. Love is little more slippery in that arena and has myriad ways in which it may be veidenced.

goldinboy2 60M

2/4/2006 8:17 am

The things you can do with your hands.....Priceless...

toothysmile 50M
16514 posts
2/4/2006 6:32 pm

mmm... sublimely sensual...
I like this...

Sorceror07 54M

2/6/2006 8:19 pm

michaelangelo said that he saw the form inside the stone, all he did was chip away to get to it. i was never able to do that, i prefer the plastic medium of clay too.

...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!...

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