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My Loves

Hi there.  I decided that I wanted to make a really simple yet informative post.

And it’s not about me – it’s all about my girls.

I love them with all my heart, and I want no harm to come to them.  Few are allowed to be around them, and even fewer are allowed to be in the same room as them (don’t even think about touching, really!)  And they’re my girls.  I love the tingling feeling I get every time I feel their long, slender, smooth necks.  And I owe it to them to use my fingers to make them sing, cry, and sometimes scream every note I can get out of them.


This is my first love who will always hold a place in my heart – Amelia.  Now, I will admit that I don’t play her as often as I should, but that’s because she’s my “Ol’ Betsy” – meaning she sits in a place of honor with no expectations of being used because she’s just been outclasses in this time and age, yet still deserves respect.  I love her, dearly, but she’s just a little too old to do what I need to do.

This is my next love. with her jewelry (aka, the strap).  Sadly, though she is like aa sword without a name – she has no name.  I know her personality – calm, relaxed, and very difficult if you aren’t giving her your full attention – but I just can’t find the right one.  I still love her, but until I know who she actually is and what I can call her, we just can’t be in as sync as we need to be to thrive.

And this is the one who has taken my heart by storm – Sheela.  She’s everything I could ever want – beautiful, yet hot.  Pristine, yet dirty.  And awesome, yet even more awesome.  It’s amazing.  I do my damndest to play her every single day, but it gets difficult.  that’s why I put her right across from my bed, so I feel terrible every time I see her and her sad, depressed face.  I love her, and nothing could ever separate us.  Also, her bling is friggin’ gorgeous!

Whoo.  That actually took a lot out of me.  I normally don’t talk about my girls, but I decided that I’m done with that secret.  Especially about Sheela.  Most people don’t even know she exists.

So keep it all a secret, or else I’ll hunt you down and … do… something… nasty… to your face or… something…  Nevermind.

PS – done posting for a little while.  I feel like I’m kinda hoggin’ the bloggin’, and that’s not nice.