ElaiaBakerr

😈•?((¯°·._.• The Commission has not yet adopted a decision on the application of Article 93 (2) of the Treaty. - I'm not. The Commission has not yet adopted a decision. (c) - I'm not. • ELAIA BAKER - The first of the three •._.·°¯))؟•😈

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I'll be all sweet and sexy until I am and you discover your passion..

It returned in the yellow sweetness of its clear setting sun. Slowly, the plough opened the dark bundle at the same time, and the simple open hand left the seed in its entrails honestly broken. I thought of tearing out my heart and throwing it, full of its high and deep feeling, into the wide furrow of the tender soil, to see if I could break it and sow it,

If man could say what he loves, if man could raise his love to the sky like a cloud in the light; if like walls that fall, to salute the truth erected in the middle, he could break his body, leaving only the truth of his love, the truth of himself,

With ten guns in each side, wind at the stern at full sail, does not cut the sea, but flies a brigantine sailboat; pirate low who are called, for their bravery, the Fearful, in every known sea from one end to the other. The moon in the sea weeps, on the canvas the wind moans and rises in soft motion waves of silver and blue; and goes the pirate captain, singing cheerfully in the stern, Asia to one side, to the other Europe, and there in front of him Istanbul;

I want the water to run out of pipe.. I want the wind to be without valleys. I want the night to be without eyes and my heart without the golden flower. Let the oxen speak to the big leaves and let the worm die in the shade. Let the teeth of the skull shine and the yellow ones flood the silk. I can see the wounded night's duel wrestling with the midday. I endure a green poison sunset and broken arches where time suffers. But don't show me your clean naked like a black cactus open in the reeds.. Leave me in a craving for dark planets, but don't show me your cool waistline!

Flee to the woods, go to the mountains, clean your mouth, live in huts, touch with your hands the wet earth, feed your body with bitter root, drink from the rocks, sleep on frost, renew tissues with saltpeter and water:

Your old teenage heart rests in my hands, and may it open in stories, dead smells, bells and echoes of bells. You come to tell me today, you come down from the mountains of your childhood, the apron full of flowers and the fear of pine in the eye. Come and love me too; you know how little it is to live; rest your helplessness in mine, telling me your childhood, without words. You, like me, when you come back from the coasts, or from the forests, or from the mountains, facing life or the spring or the edge of the year that is ending, you think: things pass faster than our eyes can behold them. To dream every minute lived, it would take a year.

To be in love, friends, is to find the right name for life. It is to give an end to the words that to face death one needs. It is to recover the hidden key that opens the prison where the soul is held captive.. It's rising from the ground with a force that claims from above. It's breathing the broad wind that breathes above the flesh. It's about looking at the cause of the injury from the top of the person.. It's to see in some eyes a true look that looks at us. It's hearing in one mouth one's own voice deeply repeated. It's surprising in a few hands that warmth of perfect company. It's to suspect that, forever, the solitude of our shadow is vanished.

Walking away counts as love, love of life, love of being well, love of not thinking anymore,

¿Do you want to be loved? Let not thy heart be moved. Only what you are must be and what you are not, no

Your life is your life don't let it be beaten against the wet submission stay alert there are exits there is a light somewhere it may not be much light but it conquers the darkness stay alert the gods will offer you opportunities conochelas tomalas you can't beat death but you can beat death Death in life, sometimes and the more often you learn to do it the more light there will be

No matter how much a bird sings in the forest, the plum does not stop blooming

Love, surrounded almost always by a desire for oblivion, moves resolutely toward traps designed to hunt bears with leopard skin and snakes with condor feathers. And love survives the wounds and roars, flying, the envy of the poisonous.

The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..

Your gaze and mine cross without leaving traces of guilt, we kill our own.

My life is a shrub, a flower I touch, it falls off; that on my fatal path someone is sowing evil for me to pick.

For a look, a world; for a smile, a sky; for a kiss... I don't know what I'd give you for a kiss.

As I am queen and was your love, I now live in pure trembling of your leaving me, and I ask you, pale, every hour: Are you still with me? Oh, don't move away from me! I would like to walk smiling and confident now that you have come, but even in my sleep I am afraid and ask in my dreams, "Have you not gone?"

The last Shadow that the white day will take away my eyes will close my eyes, And this soul of mine will be able to unleash its eager flattering eagerness; But there is no other part on the bank He will leave the memory, where he burned: Swimming my flame knows the cold water, And lose respect for stern law. Soul, to whom all a godly prison has been, Veins, which mood to so much fire have given, Medules, which have gloriously burned, His body will leave, not his care; They will be ashes, but will have meaning; Dust they will be, but dust in love.

Harmony spellings rehearsed by an inexperienced hand. I'm tired of it. Cacophony of the everlasting piano that I as a maiden listened to in my dreams. I don't know what, something that didn't come, everything that was gone..

I want the water to run out. I want the wind to be without valleys. I want the night to be without eyes and my heart without the golden flower. Let the oxen speak to the big leaves and let the worm die in the shade. Let the teeth of the skull shine and the yellow ones flood the silk.

I'll give your heart for food. So much pain is building up in my side, it hurts me to the breathe. A hard hand, a cold blow, an invisible and murderous axe, a brutal push has knocked you down.

Love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all... or don't love me.

¿My land? My land is you. My people? My people are you. Exile and death for me are where you are not. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you?

I offer you among the bunches, green gazelles and roses, my naive heart that to your goodness humbles; do not want to tear it your loving hands, your eyes rejoice my simple gift. In the shady garden my weary body morning auras covered with dew; as in the peace of a dream it slips beside you The fugitive instant that lust rest. When the divine storm is quiet in my bosom, I'll recline, playing with your thick loops, over your honey-breast my sleepy forehead, sounding to the rhythm of your last kisses..

Let your imagination fly and make me yours, I want to be a slave to your desires

I want to drown in your lips, whisper to you in silent words the desire I feel to be part of you and now...

Kiss me, touch me, make me yours, let us be one!

I'm Aleia, which means miracle. I can be your miracle, be your fantasy, your omen and your deepest desires. I only expect tolerance, understanding and respect from you in my bedroom, I'm sure we'll have plenty. adventures and experiences, experiences that were once your fantasies. Don't be shy or rude with me, try to have fun and I hope you have a time as delicious as you always wanted.

I want a complete love from you, without nails, without spelling mistakes. No regrets. A love that wants everything from me. That! Baby, my heart beats for you. Life, my skin demands yours. Love, my mouth waits for your kisses. You, distant and yet so latent here.

I saw total love for this part, no nails, no spelling mistakes. No regrets at all. A love that wants everything from me. What? Honey, my heart is beating for you. Life, my skin demands yours. My mouth is a witness to these kisses. You, distant and yet so latent here.❤

Strip yourself to the light, so slowly, that my desire will try to spur you, and in half-discovering myself every part must slow the impatient impetus. It is every fold an irreverent devil that uncovers and conceals, without showing you in your full splendor, and I must enjoy you in slow intermittent process. My eyes shall be transformed into a hand that, filled with pagan fervor, will tear your shirt off in a single pull. And in return we'll tie our limbs, and fall from the frocks in the convulsion.

¡What a load I'm carrying around my neck! Thou didst bind me with a heavy chain, and cast me into a sea of sorrow, but I could not abhor thee for it..

Once more I will take you, I will love you once more, and you must love me. Your rose will open without resistance, and I will flood your belly with my essence, exploding in color your fantasy while you call me yours and I make you mine.. But I will not make you a fleeting conquest that embraces only what the eye sees. The possession of the body is delirious, faster, like a swift walking: brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; but the wonder of this act is in the permanence of contact: Your skin next to mine, warm and firm, never ceasing to look at me and smile; and an absolute blockage of the mind ignoring every absent shadow. The population of the world reduced to two lovers and one life; and without wheels time, only brakes, and beside me the offering of thy breasts. We'll both be suspended in a world beyond the senses, a disembodied world where everything is soul, with passion still alive, but calm.. How will eyes speak to eyes, unlocking the last locks of the hidden, misty areas where other roses have withered. Now we'll pull the curtains up, and light will come to the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in total clarity, and no secrets.. That's how you'll hold me, that's how I'll wait for you, that's how you'll love me, that's how I love you.

The lights of the twilight adorn the serene nakedness of the breasts, and it is my eyes, of your full forms, fantastic hands that profane it.

In the embrace of the night, our bodies meet as two intertwined constellations. Your whispers are verses that awaken my senses, and in the dance of our skins, the entire universe seems to converge in a single beat..

In every touch of your hand, I discover the secret alphabet of pleasure. Your skin, a soft parchment where my lips trace fiery poems that tell the story of our forbidden passion.

Between sheets that hold the warmth of our caresses, you become the landscape of my deepest desire. Every kiss is a verse that is etched into the memory of my senses, and every moan is a poem that declares love in its most intimate form..

In the gloom of this room, desire becomes a language only we understand. Your eyes are metaphors of passion, and touch is the grammar that guides our bodies in this endless poem..

The scent of your skin is the most intoxicating perfume, a fragrance that plunges me into a sea of longings and sighs. Every whisper of yours is a stanza that echoes in my being, unleashing storms of desire..

In the ebb and flow of each caress, a story is written that only we know. Our bodies are verses interwoven in a poem that extends beyond time, an ode to pleasure that dances to the tune of our passion..

Your gaze is a wordless poem, an eternal verse that captivates and plunges me into an ocean of sensations. Every sigh is a stanza, and our love is the perfect metric that flows through every encounter..

I'll study each of our adventures, remembering how we spent it, how we took refuge in pleasure, proving to you that my love will always be the ideal for you whenever I want to return, leaving a small part of me in your deepest thoughts.

Our love waxes so sweet that you will never regret our intimacy that will never be secret

To be your princess, delicate and sweet and at the same time so spontaneous, to know your darkest secrets and in bed to be that comfort you so desire where you only explode with pleasure if you know how to get out of running away from my temptations for you.

The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..

To be without you is like being without music without Mozart without Vivaldi and without the well-tempered harpsichord to be without you is like a great silence suddenly stripping the world of the song of the waves and the nightingale's whistle or the lark in Verona

With me you will go as long as I cast shadow on my body and remain in my sandal. - Are you thirsty or water in my path? - Tell me, elusive virgin and companion.

Sometimes I feel like being corny to say, "I love you madly". Sometimes I feel like being a fool to scream, "I love her so much!"

Sometimes I wish I were dead to feel, under the damp soil of my juices, that a flower grows breaking my chest, a flower, and say:.

I don't want you to fill the empty places in me, I want to be full of myself. I want to be so complete that I can light up an entire city and then I want to have you because you and I combined can set it on fire..

You're circulating in my veins. I feel you slide slowly. I put my fingers in the arteries of your breasts, neck, fists, to feel you..

You justify my existence: if I do not know you, I have not lived; if I die without knowing you, I do not die, because I have not lived.

Every time I think of you, my eyes break with tears; and very sadly I ask myself, why do I love you so much?

Your eyes are aloe, your lips, velvet, and a love like the one I feel, it's impossible to hide.

To love is this timid silence near you, without you knowing it, and to remember your voice when you leave and feel the warmth of your greeting..

I want to cry because I loved you too much, I want to die because you gave me life, oh, my love, will I never have peace? I wonder if all I have is nostalgia. And I don't know what's gonna happen to me anymore, everything tells me that loving will be my end. What despair brings love, I who did not know what love was, now I know because I am not happy.

Not a ray of moonlight filtered through me. Not a daisy, let my sister say. You want me snowy, you want me white, you want me dawn. You who had all the cups at hand, the lips purple with fruit and honey. You who at the banquet covered with branches left the flesh feasting on Bacchus. You who in the black gardens of Deception, dressed in red, ran to Havoc.

When you look at me my eyes are keys, the wall has secrets, my fear words, poems. Only you make my memory a fascinated traveler, a ceaseless fire.

To love, to love, to love, to love forever, with all being and with earth and with sky, with the light of the sun and the darkness of the mud: to love through all knowledge and to love through all longing. And when the mountain of life is hard and long and high and full of chasms, love the immensity that is of love lit and burn in the fusion of our own breasts!

😈•?((¯°·._.• The Commission has not yet adopted a decision on the application of Article 93 (2) of the Treaty. - I'm not. The Commission has not yet adopted a decision. (c) - I'm not. • ELAIA BAKER - The first of the three •._.·°¯))؟•😈

My friend's league

I hope my roommate leaves, and as soon as she does I head to her room, I know what the guy who brought home last night is still in bed and I want to fuck him, yesterday it should have been mine and today I'm not gonna let the chance pass. I walk into the room and sitting on the bed I remove the sheet, revealing her naked body and her semi-hard but already showing size cock. “You shouldn't do what you're thinking, he says to me when he feels my presence.. I just ignore his words and I take my hand to his dick and start stroking it.. My caresses soon make her completely hard, and any opposition to my intentions quickly disappears.. It's a long, thick dick, I don't hold it with my hands, and if I put one hand on top of the other, it still sticks out four or five centimeters, it's definitely the longest, thickest dick I've ever seen, and imagining it inside my pussy makes my excitement go up.. I stop playing with his dick for a few seconds, I get up and take off my dress, showing him the sexy underwear I've put on for him, although I barely let him admire it for a few seconds, because right away I'm completely naked.. I sit back in bed and put my hands on her dick, although almost immediately I bend over and bring her to my mouth kissing and licking her gently. While I do, I keep looking into his eyes, waiting for his reaction.. “Slowly, use your tongue to lick the entire length and slowly bring it up to your throat.. I don't know why, but I listened to him and acted as he told me. At first I kept my hand on his dick, but when he told me to take it off, I obeyed him.. His next move surprises me, he gets up from the bed and stands in the middle of the room, gesturing to me to kneel on the floor and continue sucking his dick.. I doubt for a moment, kneeling and with their hands tied behind their backs, that's the way slaves are used at parties and in public squares. “You are the one who came, he says, You can go or do as I tell you. I don't want to leave, I want to fuck and do what he says, I kneel at his feet, and putting my hands behind my back I suck his dick again. When I've been to one of those parties I've wondered how those slaves would feel being used that way, and now I'm feeling a little like them.. The full sensation comes when he grabs me by the hair so I don't move and starts moving his hips back and forth, taking her deeper and deeper into my throat..

  “Look me in the eye, he orders me, and I do it even though I know that looking at him I won't be able to control him from taking his dick too deep.. That's clearly what he meant by that order, because he's gonna stick his whole dick in my mouth, keep it in for a few seconds no matter how hard I start to breathe.. “Now I'm gonna fuck you, he says, coming out of my mouth one last time, helping me get up to get me to bed.. I wait a few seconds for him to tell me how he wants to fuck me, whether with me lying on the bed and him fucking me between my legs, or with him lying on the bed and me riding his cock, surprising me again he orders me to get on my hands and knees and he stands behind me, starting to fuck me. I feel humiliated again, that's how slaves are fucked, just holes with no identity, no matter how small their face is.. Again, I see answered a question I've asked myself at the parties I've attended, well, not one, but two, I've always wondered how slaves could moan from pleasure in that way and come out orgasm after orgasm. Now I know, the feeling of being dominated, treated like a mere object is so exciting that it doesn't take me long to come, and as I do, I shout out a phrase that will change my life forever.. “Yes, fuck your slave, do what you want with me. "I cry, not once but twice. “Your wishes are orders; he answers me by increasing the speed of his movements, giving me little slaps that make me even more crazy. “That's slave, let yourself go, run for me, says me pushing against the bed. In that position, he takes my hands behind his back and holds them with one of his own, grabbing my hips with his free hand while he continues to fuck me, more and more violently and forcefully.. I feel his dick getting deeper inside my pussy, reaching places that had never been touched like that before.. The orgasms are happening nonstop, I'm getting more and more exhausted and I want to ask him to stop, and most of all I want to ask him not to run inside my pussy, but it's too late, I feel his dick throbbing inside me and he starts to release his load, I feel like my pussy is filling up with his Hot sperm and I can't help but reach another orgasm.. When he takes his dick out of my pussy I think it's over and I just hope he lets me go, but at the moment I feel a tongue in my pussy cleaning his semen, for a few seconds I think it's him who's doing it, but I soon realize it's a woman's tongue. I have no doubt who it is, and a few seconds later a few moans confirm it, it's my roommate, who either never left or came back soon, and now she's being fucked again.. While my partner keeps sucking my pussy while she's fucking, I hear the guy talking to someone.. “I need you to come and get me two slave necklaces, and then accompany me to the processing center; I hear him say on the phone. “Yeah, all legal, both of them declared themselves slaves while I was fucking them.. No, I'm just gonna keep one of them, she's a submissive with a tight pussy and a probably virgin ass, the other one I'm gonna sell, she's a bitch I'm not interested in keeping, I'll make good money for her. I'm having another orgasm, I don't know if it's my friend's tongue or knowing I've become a slave.. End

😈•?((¯°·._.• The Commission has not yet adopted a decision on the application of Article 93 (2) of the Treaty. - I'm not. The Commission has not yet adopted a decision. (c) - I'm not. • ELAIA BAKER - The first of the three •._.·°¯))؟•😈

My job as a stewardess in a luxury office building famous for housing lawyers, architects, and businessmen, was to open the door for people, greet them kindly, smile, always be pretty, point them to the elevator, or that office, and things like that.. Despite my professionalism, the eight-hour days, wearing high-heeled shoes, the mini skirt too short just below the buttocks, the mid-thighs, and the tight-fitting T-shirt, were very boring, but luckily I had at the front desk a receptionist, to seal documents, deliver sheets, and a thousand things secretaries do.. In quiet moments we would have fun talking to each other, and on a particularly boring and rainy day, when there was almost no activity, we didn't even talk about sex.. In that conversation I explained that I have a partner, but that we are very liberal, and that I am very excited to be submissive subjected by Dominant masters who impose discipline and education on me, who punish me, who humiliate me, who tie me up, and I commented that my boyfriend gets excited being horny and knowing that I'm being subjugated and tortured by Masters who have me dominated.

The secretary knew my boyfriend because he picks me up every day at seven in the evening and we drive, so it was easier to get into private details.. We talked about it a lot, almost monotonous conversation all afternoon, and I explained many things with that confidence that between two coworkers secrets are kept. But far from keeping secrets, he explained it to the security guy and the architect and the lawyer and even the cleaner, without me knowing.. I found out that everyone knew, men and women, that one Tuesday an economist spoke to me.. He asked me if I wanted to work for him, double pay and less grueling hours.. I was delighted, but I told him I had no idea about economics, to which he replied that I would learn quickly.. He called me at the end of my day, as he was leaving later.. At seven o'clock, not a minute more or less, I gave the secretary the message to tell my boyfriend to meet me in the lobby, because I was in the office of the economist who was offering me a job, and I jumped in the elevator.. I pushed the button on the third floor.. I got off the elevator, rang the doorbell, and the gentleman opened the door for me.. He closed the door, and as soon as he closed the door, there, standing, he told me that he needed a submissive and obedient girl for his office.

😈•?((¯°·._.• The Commission has not yet adopted a decision on the application of Article 93 (2) of the Treaty. - I'm not. The Commission has not yet adopted a decision. (c) - I'm not. • ELAIA BAKER - The first of the three •._.·°¯))؟•😈