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Bcomingundone
bcomingundone
208 episodes
2 weeks ago
was a desperate housewife without sex for almost 9 years until a 20 something cub through gaming woke me up! Now rediscovering sex through BDSM. bcomingundone.weebly.com current story https://bcomingundone.weebly.com/stories
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was a desperate housewife without sex for almost 9 years until a 20 something cub through gaming woke me up! Now rediscovering sex through BDSM. bcomingundone.weebly.com current story https://bcomingundone.weebly.com/stories
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The Final Blow
Bcomingundone
22 minutes 49 seconds
7 months ago
The Final Blow
Hurts when two people are no longer in alignment with their connection, their relationship. I hurt because I could love his w'hole'ness. The parts the good and not so great were still loveable. He returned after this recording and it was a full circle healing that he needed. I need some healing now. I flexed my feelings~ Joy and Woe "It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine." William Blake Auguries of Innocence "...Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the Soul slept in beams of light. God appears and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night, But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day."
Bcomingundone
was a desperate housewife without sex for almost 9 years until a 20 something cub through gaming woke me up! Now rediscovering sex through BDSM. bcomingundone.weebly.com current story https://bcomingundone.weebly.com/stories