Comments on: Stigmata: Erotic Humiliation http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/ Petite Perversions and Erotic Vignettes from Angela St. Lawrence Sun, 23 May 2010 14:51:21 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Severin's Ghost http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/comment-page-1/#comment-465 Severin's Ghost Mon, 02 Jul 2007 13:12:32 +0000 http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/#comment-465 For me erotic humiliation is wonderfully, satisfyingly ego-abolishing. When you are lucky enough to fine a woman you can trust who has the gift for it. For me erotic humiliation is wonderfully, satisfyingly ego-abolishing.

When you are lucky enough to fine a woman you can trust who has the gift for it.

]]> By: HDB http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/comment-page-1/#comment-361 HDB Tue, 15 May 2007 22:51:30 +0000 http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/#comment-361 I can honestly say that being humiliated by anyone, especially by one that I care for deeply has never "caught my fancy". Now the thought of being dominated by that Mistress/Goddess/Queen Angela, where can I sign up. I bet that line is around the block several times at least. I can honestly say that being humiliated by anyone, especially by one that I care for deeply has never “caught my fancy”.

Now the thought of being dominated by that Mistress/Goddess/Queen Angela, where can I sign up. I bet that line is around the block several times at least.

]]> By: Isabel http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/comment-page-1/#comment-359 Isabel Mon, 14 May 2007 22:19:33 +0000 http://blisteredlips.net/erotica/stigmata-erotic-humiliation/#comment-359 Amen, indeed. Yet another beautiful commentary, Angela. I too was saved by words, quite literally, performance poetry kept me sane during a very dark period in my life. ~ I rediscovered the poetry that had always nurtured me Using words to map my way back to the forgotten Metaphor molded flesh back onto bone The mirrors cracked and fell away And I could see my cloudless sky once more I stared up into that void of possibility Where destiny and death lay entwined I shouted up to them: I am free now Can you see me? Amen, indeed. Yet another beautiful commentary, Angela. I too was saved by words, quite literally, performance poetry kept me sane during a very dark period in my life.
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I rediscovered the poetry that had always nurtured me
Using words to map my way back to the forgotten
Metaphor molded flesh back onto bone
The mirrors cracked and fell away
And I could see my cloudless sky once more
I stared up into that void of possibility
Where destiny and death lay entwined
I shouted up to them:
I am free now
Can you see me?

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