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I have scars on my thighs from where I was cut.

My first friend in this lifestyle, my best friend in kink is gone. My beloved pink-pantied blogger, my sweet Rider is no more. No, the man who was Clive is not dead. I know he lives, but that the walls are very firmly up and we may never speak again. But is one ever truly helpless? .

Monday, 10 September 2012. The wind was sweeping through my hair, that day. It swept through my hair, my mane. It swept up the cliff face, over the sea, driving the great thing to madness. It tumbled over the goose; it threw the gulls higher and higher into the sky whilst the ravens clung to their trees and laughed at their hapless cousins. My next love; my next victim. But yet, she did come, her hair a flame around her.