Naomi Thompson

About me:

So you want to know my story…

My story is long, strong, and full of ups and downs: a rollercoaster ride of a story. It has twists and turns that will make you scream in terror and sigh with pleasure. My story is funny, sad, turbulent, emotional. My story gratifies like no other: it is a horror story to tell around the campfire late at night. My story will send chills through your bones and make the hair stand up on the back of your neck. My story is something you will never forget.

Mine is a story of pain mixed with strength; vulnerability merged with depth of character. It will produce urges to curl into ones self and sob; mine is a story of true inner force. I survive and I come out strong; you shall see, as you eagerly lap up my words, that my story is distinctive. The pain in my words goes deep to the dark depths of my soul; I explore my anguish and dish it up with appealing words and sugary metaphors: my propensity for turning this agony into strength is equivalent to none. My story is something that shall not be easily forgotten.

This story is of love abounding and encompassing every living thing. This is a story of adoration and devotion. Heart swelling, pumping red life through veins; you shall connect with this story and discover that the love held here, in these words, is palpable. Listen to this story with your lips, let my words roll over your tongue and envelop your being. Feel the endorphin rush and revel in the sentimental passion of my tale; allow my words to lick you with a soft sand-paper tongue. This is a legend not to be lost.

Hear the music; feel the passion; sense the pleasure and sadness. This is a story just like yours – yet oh, so opposite. Allow these words to stroke your soul, touch you deep where no one’s ever touched before. The textures of these words are tangible – reach out and caress the page and feel me converging with you. We are all the same; the small nuances that make us different are endearing. Listen to my story with your hips. It is your story, too, and shall not be exhausted.

Merge my story with yours – a tender weaving of words, passions, loves and pains. Turn misery into pleasure, sorrow into joy. Tear down the imaginary wall that you’ve erected and share freely, with no boundaries. Touch me right here, deep, and make me shiver with satisfaction. I desire to savor your story as you bask in mine; intricate sharing of intimate thoughts. Stories fuse and become one – I want to share my story with you and make this something that shall never be forgotten.


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