True Life ~ Here you can find all that is true about May More. Real life kinky experiences plus serious thoughts and musings.
I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.
My man wore my knickers and dressed up in hold-ups and thigh length boots. He topped it off with a tight waistcoat and I was putty in his hands as he tied me up and flogged me looking like he was about to set foot onto the set of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I now have many happy memories of the times my man and I have listened to the album alone and with others. Hearing the first few chords reminds me immediately of heady days when I fell for my man and we were in what could be known as the honeymoon period…
My mouth, in some ways, could be said to be a rose bud mouth. I have full lips and the opening itself is not large. But the colour of my mouth is certainly not red
When I first saw John Travolta swaggering down the street in Saturday Night Fever I was quite young. But to me the way he walked looked like sex.
I think I enjoy budgeting when it part of something creative such as working out what wonderful foods we can afford to eat during the month.
