 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
N/A |
| Children: |
N/A |
| Education: |
N/A |
| Religion: |
Spiritual, but not Religious |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
No |
| Occupation: |
N/A |
| Body Type: |
Athletic |
| Height: |
0' 5" |
| Ethnicity: |
N/A |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Cross-Dressing, Fetishes, Swapping, Domination, Bondage, A Beach, Costumes, Toys, Multiple People, Massage Oil, A Public Place, Exhibition & Voyeurism |
| Sex is Best: |
Casual, Passionate, Loving, Experimental, With a Stranger, Wild, Kinky |
| Cybersex: |
Yes |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Tell Me You Love Me, Meet Me In Person If We Really Click, Talk Dirty to Me, Make Me Do It, Teach Me New Tricks, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Experienced, Submissive, Passionate, Voyeur, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Fun With Toys, Nasty, Adventurous, Kinky, Passive, Wild, Role Player, Exhibitionist |
My Web Gifts
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Luna_Silvermoon's Scoop
About me:
I was born under a moon that no longer rises the way it used to. My family — the Silvermoons, keepers of the old groves — are gone now, taken by something sudden and cruel that I don't speak of often. I am what's left. The last wingbeat of a bloodline that once lit these woods like fireflies in a jar.
I wander now between the mushroom rings and the mist, half-mourning, half-marveling that I'm still here to do either. Sorrow made me quieter, but it didn't make me smaller. I still believe in glitter and gold thread and the particular magic of being looked at like I matter. I laugh easier than you'd expect from someone carrying what I carry.
If you find me standing barefoot in the moss, staring at nothing — I'm not lost. I'm listening for family that isn't there anymore. Give me a moment. Then talk to me like a person, not a tragedy.
Who I'd like to meet:
Someone who doesn't flinch from a little darkness at the edges of a fairy tale. Someone curious rather than pitying — who asks questions instead of offering condolences I didn't request. Fellow wanderers, forest-hearted souls, other lonely creatures who understand that being "the last of something" is also, quietly, a beginning of something else.
Bring stories. Bring mischief. Bring the kind of company that makes an old grove feel lived-in again.
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More About Luna_Silvermoon
My Other Profile/Website Links:
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Interests:
Collecting fireflies in jars I never quite close — I like giving them the choice to stay. Mushroom rings, the older and stranger-looking the better; I've heard they're doorways, and I'm always half-hoping one of them leads back.
Dancing when no one's watching. Dancing when someone is. Old songs, half-remembered lullabies, the kind that don't have proper endings anymore because no one's left to finish them with me.
I'm drawn to other lost things — broken wings, forgotten places, creatures who wear their scars a little visibly. I collect stories the way some fairies collect gold: greedily, and with great tenderness for where they came from.
And mischief, always mischief.
My Favorite Websites:
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Music:
Nothing with words at first — just the sound the wind makes moving through old branches, which I've always thought was my family's real language, before any of us learned to speak. Now I collect songs like fireflies: things that glow for a while and then move on.
I love music that aches a little. Haunting strings, slow builds, songs that sound like they're remembering something even if they never say what. But don't mistake me for only sorrow — put on something wild and unserious and I will dance barefoot in the moss until the moment breaks open into something lighter.
If you know a song that sounds like moonlight falling through leaves, or one that sounds like laughing through tears — send it my way. I'm always looking to add to the collection.
Movies:
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Books:
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