Mommy Liz
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Hello pumpkin, this is my mother Lisa Beth! Phone sex has always been my job; I think you can say that I am a naughty professional. My favorite phone has always been Baby Adults, and I am so happy to play with cute boys and girls like you! I like the sensibility of age games and ABie RPG and the total abandonment...I like to completely control my children, strangle them with love and affection, or punish them when they misbehave! I was born and raised in Texas, so my loving, stern speeches and nursery rhymes have a sweet southern accent. I also knelt on my mother’s lap and learned Southern politeness (and proper family discipline) and watched her spanking and spanking my little sister... I saw her using what she called "petticoat punishment" to my brothers. "Wear them with ruffles and let them walk around the block in girlish clothes. As you can imagine, if my children insult me, I will punish, anger and humiliate them without hesitation. Sissy girls are my specialty. I am a very versatile and creative mother: I can be kind, gentle and caring, breastfeeding and changing diapers... and then throw you on my lap and hit your little butt until it blisters. I love intricate role-playing games, and I find the pleasure of pampering and domination of myself is absolutely *delicious*. If you long for a amiable mother, or a mother with a gentle and firm hand and a vicious hand, if you need a boundless mother, love you when you are good, and discipline when you are bad, call me!
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1 (888) 430-2010April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie
April 5, 2010
Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d buy me a fairing should please me, And then for a kiss, oh! He vowed he would tease me, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear, dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a pair of sleeve buttons, A pair of new garters that cost him but two pence, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a garland of roses, A little straw hat, to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.