PutridAngel
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What's in a name?
"So why Putred?" Without fail, I hear this question everyday. Without fail I get requests to change it. Some have even given it a shot at demanding I change it. Would you look at me differently if I had chosen the nick Whinnifred_Zingledot? Or if my photos were of a 4 foot tall albino with a peg-leg and a glass eye wearing a clown nose? My nick is what it is because it is MY NICK. Is it how I view myself - the balance of light and dark within all of us? Maybe. Is it because I am (or was until I got laid-off) a prim and proper business woman (Angel) by day and something very different (Putred) when I am not at work? Maybe. Is it because I have low self esteem and see myself as an abomination? If you've ever talked to me, you know the answer to that... but here's a crazy thought. Ask me respectfully to chat and take a little time to learn about me and maybe... just maybe - you'll discover the answer to your own question. If you haven't the time or the inclination to learn me, the answer is none of your business.
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I am a poet, I am a child, I am a servant, I am a princess, I am a lover, I am a slut, I am a woman.
Sunday, August 9, 2009

The poet within me is constant. She is the part of my heart that translates my feelings into these very words. She is the one who emerges as I sit back and look at the words on a screen; the words that create a perfect picture, sing the most amazing melody and tame the most ravage of beasts. She is the sister to the lover within me. She is the part of me that fears Him sometimes, the harshness He releases upon my flesh. Yet she is the part of me that reaches out for Him with rhythmic interpretation of the rousing explosions of emotions I suffer for Him in my soul.

The child within me has been hurt many times. She is the one I felt when I wrote of "that" night so many years ago, she is the one who wants to crawl upon His lap and feel His arms encompassing me, protecting me. She has been neglected by many, but mostly, she has been neglected by me. She is as fragile as glass, yet she is what makes up the walls... the brick… the mortar… the stronghold surrounding my heart.

The servant within me has been quiet for many years, pushed deep into the recesses of my soul, only allowed to come out in the darkest places of the night where undeserving men accepted my gift of service because I knew not what to do with this part of myself. She is the part that begs for lick of His leather, the sting of His palm, the bite of His teeth and the solace within His voice when He tells me I have pleased Him. She too has a sister... the slut.

The princess within me is another I have neglected for many years. She has been pushed to the back of the line, rarely given the opportunity to govern. She is the part of me who sits straight, shoulders out, prideful and confident. She is the part of me that takes the time in the morning to apply my makeup with precision, blending and coloring the shades, straightening my hair beautifully, and choosing the most impeccable clothing. Demanding perfection, she is the one who frowns when I see those extra pounds bulging out. She is the part of me who wants to dance with Him, bow to Him, and seduce Him with my beauty.

The lover within me is always apparent. She is the part of me that wants to lay with Him, feel His strong hands all over my body, and share my soul with Him. She is the soft side of me who wants to look into His eyes and tell Him all of my secrets and desires. She is the part of me who says His name with every orgasm my body releases. She is the part of me that begs for the feel of His weight bearing down upon me, inside me. She is the one who holds onto to those three words I know I can never say to Him.

The slut within me has always been there, just unchained, wild and gross. She is the part of me who wants to slide my fingers inside of me while He defiles my ass. She is the part of me who wants to look up at Him, His cock between my lips and show Him that even then I can smile that mischievous grin. She is the part of me that begs to taste Him, yearns to feel his ropes tightly around my wrists and dares to disobey Him in hopes that He will unleash His belt upon my bare flesh. She is the part of me that welcomes His punishment, revels in it. She is the part of me that floods me with juices at the thought of drinking from His thick cock, opening my legs to His advances, smiling at the sight of His favorite flogger. She is the part of me who revels in hearing His commanding voice, opening my legs... she smiles. She is the part of me who holds down the princess, so full of empowerment and pride, teaching her to smile… even giggle as His advances wear my flesh raw. She is the one who inspires and draws forth the wicked demons He keeps hidden deep within His soul. She hungers for the darkest parts of Him; the parts that only she can accept; the parts that only she can satisfy. She is the part of me who yearns for Him the most.

The woman within me… well... I now know that she is all of these. Mother to all of them... She is "me" complete. She is the intellectual part of me who keeps them all as one, sisters each of them in their own right. She is the part of me that knows before I can give to Him each part of me, I must know and harness and control each of them. For if I cannot control them, how can I give them to Him freely? They are but a worthless offering if I haven’t the strength to rule them. The woman within me is beginning to balance them; nurturing and compelling each to grow and flourish. She is the one who submits myself to Him... mind, body, heart and soul. The woman within me... she is light.

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Added: Monday, May 8, 2017 4:28am
Hmm... I must admit, a 4 foot tall albino with a peg-leg and a glass eye wearing a clown nose does sound interesting.
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Happy Birthday PA

Hope you have a great day .... and an even better night!

Take care!
Added: Sunday, May 8, 2011 6:38pm
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K,  I miss ya!
Added: Sunday, May 8, 2011 11:11am
Added: Sunday, May 8, 2011 7:47am
PutridAngel, I hope your Birthday is full of fun and pleasure!



Added: Sunday, May 8, 2011 4:36am
Wanted to wish ya a Happy Birthday!!!!  Hope you enjoyed Your day!!!!
Here are your Birthday lixs...............miss seeing ya in the chatroom!!!!
Added: Sunday, May 8, 2011 3:04am
Just to tease you....




Added: Saturday, March 5, 2011 9:51am
Missed you here again...
Diver
Added: Wednesday, August 18, 2010 4:14am
Smells like teen spirit

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 Happy Birthday Angel!!
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