I’ve built a home of timber and stone; filled with exotic treasures found deep in the caverns of my travels. Though I am rooted, I am unable to stay; drowned I would be by the tending of homestead and rearing of children. Adventure calls me; from the winds of Winterhold to the green of Falkreath. I journey between the lands to find my solace.
I have stood before the Guardian Stones; enveloped by the aura that holds my warrior spirit. Orcish veins burn hot with bloodshed and battle— my predilections...
Once I saw a magical house fill with books. Books that were wallpaper that went to the ceiling, the book might even go high as the sky. The piles of book all over the room are really tall. I do love them! How do i need them with this magical house. I’ll have white hair by the time I’m done... I’ll start today...just right now. I’ll just sit in the red comfortable chair, As I open a book just to take a look…. …..ooops i fell in.
It was as if she put me under I thought she’s just a spirited Girl
More like a Siren who spelled me to wonder. . . Am I Bewitched?!
She’s a Beautiful Woman She’s strong and intelligent & the universe knows as do i there’s an air of kindness wherever she goes
Sometimes I feel as though she felt my elfin fingers reaching in accepting me she chose to release her poetic pheromones I caught a huge inhale of her sex and realized I had to have this sensual Nymph, this...
this is my time dark, all is still all asleep but not me I’m busy approaching the heart of a mystery a secret force the face of truth
senses heightened but not the usual ones something within me bleeds outside the lines reaching into the dark and inviting it in
time slows and the riddle becomes so tangible I could almost unravel it by hand if I could only grasp its tail I know it’s right there just inside the dark so close, I reach pulse quickens nostrils flare pupils widen ...