 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality |
| Marital Status: |
Happily Married |
| Children: |
Have children |
| Education: |
N/A |
| Religion: |
Spiritual, but not Religious |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Graphic Design |
| Body Type: |
N/A |
| Height: |
5' 1" |
| Ethnicity: |
Middle Eastern |
| Languages: |
English, |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Fetishes, Swapping, Costumes, Toys, Massage Oil |
| Sex is Best: |
Experimental, With a Stranger, Wild, Kinky |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, show me the sign of your sensuality |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Experienced, Passionate, Fun With Toys, Adventurous, Kinky, Aggressive, Passive |
My Web Gifts
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Zelpha's Scoop
About me:
married; Hooded; obscured... "there are cats that walk by themselves ...look at world in little magic box..." ...and about magic yet. Yes strange how seemingly good-natured group of wolves with the advent of the she-wolf turns into a bloodthirsty pack. I'm looking and I'm no find in myself not ambition not anger. Why all so absurd in this life is predictable. And nothing change anything, because so far from old times, so long and long we are moving in impossible. Becomes a little uncomfortable, a little scary, I want to wrap myself more and hide in some dark corner, away from the eyes, and watch. Watch. See stalking a potential victim or just be ready for around. Do not know, and sometimes it does not matter... Theatre. Do you like theater since I'm love him... Hate it, and what to do it and if it is necessary to love by the rules of the game. Oh yes of course about magic nothing.... magic way... so irrational grain germinated in the sultry sands creates phantoms in our consciousness. "Red is blade; white is light; black is night" Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die. It's inside this forever. I'm disheveled black cat, I would quickly hide somewhere in some dark corner so as not irritate others and do not attract attention. Let's play a game of chess in the rays of moonlight. New Moon. My figures is black, so you start, your turn
Who I'd like to meet:
Does anybody know what we are looking for? ..."dream maybe black petals "...Nothing much..." p.s. Warm summer. Night. All is silent. Terrible quiet and the air itself seems held his breath.
Slight breeze. Breeze or breath. I sneak quietly, almost inaudibly, and only whisper of the dress detects my presence.
Stops and looks back, around and peered into the darkness.
I'm all a breath of wind in a nightmare. I sneak along between the past
and future. I rustling leaves underfoot, which is watered their dreams.
I go, moving slowly almost imperceptibly, quiet ...
and only a light breath. wind or breath
and again breath and breathing ....
breath and breathing
Nearer and nearer
Closer and closer. I'm so close that I feel your breath,
your smell, your heartbeat.
Even closer ... warm ... light touch ...
Movement, motion, breath... motion, breath...
whats cute ears... funny and merrily when cute ears and fluffy fluffy yet. There are cats that walk by themselves. I know that you know that I know. I'm so soft and fluffy you can play with me
let's tickle my ears. cry into me,
but be careful when I'm
released my marigolds... my lips moist, eye glistens
I start breathing rare, whole body starts to rotate trying to wriggle inside out... Mmm mouse I'm your pussy, wait sweet I catch you now... my tongue is painting full circle and moistens surface of my lips... it's beautiful, it's sensually. Draw music on the petals of my roses and I'll play for you sonata my body. My mind is obscured my sensuality naked. I wanna this pause as much as possible, and my explosion will be a terrific... not bad to make big pause, then sensuality heated up to broad sense
it's scary is very intriguing. Very smoothly my nipples moving along your body, and I feel your heartbeat.
I want to feel you everywhere.
I wish to become the rain and the sea of your kisses,
I wish to become the sky and wind of your heart.
Strangle me, breath of my feelings with forces your desires,
and I'll dissolve in you as an early dawn illuminating
rocky coast of earth
Well, kiss me I'm already all the current..... I'm burnin '
fire and water give rise to the wind swaying the trees
and just your heartbeat: times times
and again times times.... when the senses are sharpened it is not the words and thoughts, but it's eyes in eyes,
this breath, this movement, breathing and movement more and more, it's universe, it's cosmos.
Open space...
Night falls over the cliffs
Stars reflected in the lakes. Black petals of roses, will throw off autumn rain, but they do not darken, just will fly far away to the east to meet the new dawn. So everything only the begin and just now... so irrational grain germinated in the sultry sands creates phantoms in our consciousness. Attention absentmindedly . Look in the mirror my reflection ... familiar silhouette
pause ... silly giggling brings me back to reality. My silhouette moves and spins. Draw faces, trying to look me
in the eye; and now I'm starting to smile too....
In slightly parted lips inhale and exhale the stench of sweaty nights.
and only the sound of the heart separates the inhalation and exhalation.
I like a clock with swinging a pendulum, one way to breath, suddenly
exhale, breathing missing time; take a breath; tick-tock; one-time;
and again, and again; tick-tock; tick-tock....
I twist between toes curl soih hair;
I divide them, one strand is wound on the middle finger; other
goes down and the third goes up; and down and up again; tick-tock, tick-tock,
so as splits the time
space discretely; piece of starry sky trembles in the bucket
with water. I'll twisted a lock of hair in a pigtail with a fluffy
tassel at the end.
Let's paint the world; let's draw
whole large indivisible, without secant time;
maybe stop time; I'm starting to draw with my
fluffy brush; its patterns different signs, symbols,
but it's just shudder, you try to drive away the flies,
it's still draw and paint; and familiar knock; tick-tock, tick-tock.
how to find how to get it's no way?
but may be so;
quietly sneaks in the sweaty twilights, through the darkness of descended,
in a slightly parted lips, it's don't shadow of breath; it's not a sigh not a exhale,
so interpretation; there somewhere deep pulse of time numb
in rhythm; tick-tock, tick-tock, and again and again; tick-tock... clock with pendulum... a voice in the night... Word... Words, like fireflies in the night, in the vast sea of phantoms of consciousness. They cling to a little perceptible thoughts, concepts, trying to highlight their essence, but fade behind the veil of time, newly arrived phantoms
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More About Zelpha
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all because of the time, but I will be corrected (hopefully)
Interests:
Art: Albrecht Durer; Leonardo; Rembrandt; Zurbaran; Delacroix; Renoir; Soutine; Chagall; Malevich; Picasso; Morandi; Lucio Fontana; Yves Klein; Francis Bacon; Hockney; Garouste; Joseph Beuys; Tapies; Roberto Matta; Baselitz; Anselm Kiefer; Basquiat...
My Favorite Websites:
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Music:
Celtic Music; «Shine on You crazy Diamond» «Learning To Fly» Pink Floyd; Deep Purple «Dead or Alive» «Strangeways» «The Spanish Archer»; Morrison Doors; Led Zeppelin - «Since I've Been Loving You»; U2; Muse - Uprising; One way ticket To The Moon - ERUPTION; Desireless - Voyage, Voyage; Sam Brown - Stop; Madonna - Frozen; Dana International - Diva; SHOCKING BLUE - VENUS; Vaya Con Dios - Ney na na na; Ace of Base Beautiful Life... more make it happen /Namie Amuro feat.AFTERSCHOOL; Blutengel - Black roses; Ishtar Alabina - Last kiss; Evanescence: My Immortal, Bring Me To Life; Muse - Uprising by Andra Day;
Movies:
One flew over the cuckoo's nest /Milos Forman/
Books:
Authors: "mahabharatam"; "ša nagba imuru"; "Essais" Michel Eyquem de Montaigne; "Melmoth the Wanderer" Charles Robert Maturin; Johann Wolfgang von Goethe; Charles Lutwidge Dodgson; Lion Feuchtwanger; Charles John Huffam Dickens; Conan Doyle; Edgar Poe; Dostoyevsky; Gustave Flaubert; Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin, Stevenson, Hemingway, Kipling, ???Pu Songling, Jack London, Nabokov, Mikhail Bulgakov, Guillaume Apollinaire, Bertolt Brecht
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