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| 10 Sep 11 | Yamanashi's Journey | (10 Sep 11, 12:23 AM by passion8) |
| This was something I wrote a long time ago. I wondered then if anyone would solve the mystery - or at least come close to deciphering it. No one did.... But do feel free to add any comments if you can see things in here. [more...] | ||
| 31 Jul 10 | Archiving my profile - i feel it needs a refresh | (31 Jul 10, 11:25 AM by passion8) |
Just archiving my profile whilst I think of something new to say. Six months of journey to reflect upon  x [more...]
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| 20 Apr 10 | Who, and where? (2) | (21 Apr 10, 7:40 PM by passion8) |
| The silence grows louder as expectations rise. This is different. No noise, no music. No distraction. Just two people as one. [more...] | ||
| 24 Feb 10 | Oh no I'm addicted... (4) | (25 Feb 10, 1:38 PM by Lashedtogether) |
| ...to olympic curling! [more...] | ||
| 24 Jan 10 | Whipping and ropes | (24 Jan 10, 11:54 PM by passion8) |
| I come from a very boaty family. This weekend my father offered to teach me the art (slowly being lost) of whipping ropes. What a wonderful skill for a father to pass on to his daughter. If only he knew!!! | ||
| 5 Dec 09 | What more could a girl want? (2) | (5 Dec 09, 11:04 AM by passion8) |
| I'm sitting by a spanking bench in front of a roaring log fire under a cosy blanket, manacled and collared in heavy chains waiting for him to return to wield the tawse again. I don't remember being this contended for ages. Amazingly for me, I haven't undone all the chains yet....! [more...] | ||
| 30 Nov 09 | The Bay - Chapter One | (30 Nov 09, 8:17 PM by passion8) |
| The sand was still warm to my touch as I ran my fingers gently along its surface tracing the outline of shapes that lay deep within my subconscious. I looked out across the bay and watched the sweep of the lighthouse once again dance across the water into the depths of the black horizon. It was a beacon of authority that commanded attention; come to me, stay away from me. Its message sometimes changed but it heeded no notice from those who lost themselves in its simple hypnotic rhythm. [more...] | ||
