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Hello. I am offering you a "Happy St. Valentine's Day." I would offer you such sentiments daily except that I don't know that such would be acceptable and not thoroughly distasteful for you. _____I must not have posted this when I wrote it, but the sentiment is the same.

Hello. I am offering you a "Happy St. Valentine's Day." I would offer you such sentiments daily except that I don't know that such would be acceptable and not thoroughly distasteful for you.

Hello. Am I totally cut off?

My partially red hair would flow over you and shade you from the harshness of the world. The broad trunks of my thighs and calves with their rolls and folds will strive to support you, ...and as much as the sentiment is real, this is beginning to sound like a John Waters movie.

I would consider it an honor to hear from you, Domine. I wish I could send you photos...
ljbrand dot 66203 at G mail dot com

I pray this finds you in good health, good humor, and good circumstance. My heart still leaps when the "Orso" fibers are stroked. Oh, I just want to open my chest and stick you inside, wrapping myself around you. The ample cheeks of my flattened tuchus would cushion you, deep curtains of pink would serve to protect and keep you warm as they enfold you in hanging upper arms.

Wow. I swear that at the same time I wrote of my joy at finding you, I wrote a nice fat post chattering all about what's gone on, and how much I've missed you. I hope the fact that I don't see it now means that I dropped it somehow rather than that you deleted it by choice. I hope that hearing from me makes you as happy as finding you makes me. These short messages are killer...

Oh, my amazing, wonderful, creative, articulate, lovable, fat-loving Dominus! I have missed you so badly, and now I've found you socially twice in two weeks...