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  ~Paris Hilton that’s just fabulous. ~Sex in the City music of your soul. ~Katharine Hepburn ~Margaret Cho ~Henry James
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Friday, December 08, 2006 I don't have a Daddy to talk to, but if I did... this is what I would say.  Daddy? I don't like my room anymore and I don't want to be there tonight. The bed is cold, it mocks me tonight... teasing me with its emptiness, a void even teddy can't fill. The mirrors whispers negative things about me, my body, and all of those other mean things that are in the secret part of my mind. The darkness taunts me tonight, Daddy, not even my night light is able to comfort me... So, can teddy and I sleep in here with you? Please can we sleep in here tonight? We like your bed because it is non-judgmental, warm and inviting. It offers serenity in the warmth of your sheets, softness of your pillows, and the openness of your arms. I find peace before your mirror, Daddy. It shows me things through your eyes, whispering how you find me attractive. I don't even need a night light in here, Daddy. When you let me fall asleep first, I know you are keeping watch over me. Feeling your body heat against me protects me through the night, guarding against all those things that want to harm me. Everything I feel in your room confirms that I am yours... Goodnight Daddy, and thank you. Labels: Dear Diary, thoughts on D/s or M/s  
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~His Pixie~ my best fairy friend who dazzled up this template with her fabulous pixie dust and imagination.
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