*Behold*

Where ever a GM is the goddess is. I swear a goddess presented me with her belt in a dream at the eve of my (my body mate's) pubescence. Or was it that she put us around her hips in place of her belt -- purest ecstasy whatever the apparition. She dwells within at her pleasure and her dreams are our delight. Perhaps she is but another manifestation of my own nature. But I prefer to think not. I would become absolutely enamored with myself. She is perfection in form and intention, ever refreshing in outlook, and graced with a heart bestowing many undeserved kindnesses.

Sheepster