Home and private grotto of Goddess Eboni and Her slave wife "Eboni's aka cucky", formerly known for 21 years as cara, opened in April 2020 and originally (for 3,5 years) reserved for the Ttwo of Uus.
E & E's married the 24th of July 2022 after knowing each Oother for six years and having been together as an official couple for four.
Due to the evolving nature of the relationship, the room that was originally meant for strictly two, now has a vacancy for a third, one who will be the cuckcake. She should be intelligent, sexy, motivated, kinky and loyal.
Cuckqueaning. The term has an own, concrete meaning for the initiated ones but not per se the same.
Above all, Ebonissimaville is a place of mutual love.
To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to be loved by the one you love ... is everything, even if, even in love, there's a clear priority and yes, inequity.
The couples/trouples that are "meant to be" are the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart and come out even stronger than they were before.
There's however a very strong D/s side that seeps through in everything. Not everything is reciprocal. Keep in mind however: un(e) vrai(e) dominant(e) n'est pas dominé(e) par sa propre domination.
This is reciprocal: Unending love.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times.
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
shared in the same Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Ebonissimaville
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