[ÍMVÚ~: Mý áv~átár~ págé~: Shamurai]

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	[Ñóté~: Gíft~s cáñ~ óñlý~ bé pú~rchá~séd w~íth c~rédí~ts.]
[ÑÉW¡~Délí~vér:]	[Ímmé~díát~élý] [Óñ ÁV~ÁTÁR~ÑÁMÉ~'S bí~rthd~áý (Áp~ríl 22)] [Óñ sp~écíá~l dáý~:]


	[Résé~t Gíf~tlís~t: Tó p~érmá~ñéñt~lý ré~móvé~ ýóúr~ gíft~líst~ ítém~s fró~m thé~ Gíft~ pród~úct m~éñú p~léás~é Clí~ck hé~ré]

[Ábóú~t Mé]

[Shamurai
Ávát~ár sí~ñcé: 08/04/06

Male
Á~gé: 55
United States - OH
Lá~st ló~g óñ:

Ready to bring out your potentials?
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[Séé M~ý Álb~úms (2)]

The lightning crashes and the wind howls as the door opens. You are silhouetted in my doorway by each electric bolt that arcs across the darkened sky. Your hair whips about you and your clothes rustle in elegantly vicious waves. It is my humble abode you have found amidst the storm, and this pleases me. I usher you to come in.

As you wipe the moisture from your eyes, you are greeted by the light and warmth of my dwelling. Juniper and Raspberry intermingle in a lover's embrace of smell as they permeate the room from carefully placed candles. A fire fills my hearth and heart with warmth and even now you can feel its eager fingers caressing your skin with the warmest of touches. Flickering shadows dance upon my walls, cast from the various trinkets and baubles of a life well lived. I beckon you to come closer so that I can see you better.

"I am Shamurai, welcome to my home. I, and everything in here is open for you to explore and share. Let my honesty be your guide to the inner workings of me. Let your passions be your vessel to share the inner workings of you. I am here for you, will you be here for me?"

[Cóñt~áct M~é]

[Mý Íñ~téré~sts]

The smell of polished wood and leather greets you as you stand before my Shelves of Interest. Here lie the tomes that detail me. You may recognize some of the titles but until you explore them, you can never truly know the man that scribed them. As you move your hands towards a volume of interest it magically moves out to greet you as if eager for you to leap insides it pages and enjoy.

Kids
- Playing with them
- Laughing with them
- Loving them
Romanticism
- Cuddling
- Caresssing
- Kissing
- Snuggling
- Hand-Holding
- Tasting
- Exploring "Her" Pleasures
Having Fun
- Listening to music
- Playing games
- Movies
- Shows
- Travel
- Making others laugh
Other Stuff
- Volleyball
- Rollerblading
- Cooking
- Chatting
- Open minded people
- New Experiences

Gemini

[Spéc~íál S~óméó~ñé]

[Shamurai hás ñ~ó spé~cíál~ sómé~óñé.]

[Mý Fr~íéñd~s (4)]

You stand before my Story Wall. It is covered with pictures. Each picture is a story and each story is unique. These are the souls I have come to know as friend and while I gaze at these faces I can get lost for hours. Share your story with me and one day, it may be your faces that greets, in this space. A place of Honor.

AngelVixon6...	Blueeyes70	Auntirisi
SweetLiones...

[Mý Gr~óúps~]

[Chéc~k Óút~ ÍMVÚ~ Gróú~ps¡]

[Shamurai dóés~ñ't b~élóñ~g tó á~ñý ÍM~VÚ Gr~óúps~.]

[Chéc~k óút~ ÍMVÚ~ Gróú~ps¡ S~háré~ íñté~rést~s, ách~íévé~méñt~s, ádv~ícé, g~óssí~p, stó~ríés~, áñýt~híñg~, évér~ýthí~ñg¡]

My Recent Visitors (0)

The Ball of Crystal clears as you gaze into it deeply. Here you see the faces of those that have come before you. Some of these faces adorn my Story Wall, others my Book of Guests, and still others are naught but smoke and mystery. One can only wonder where the next viewer to scrye the Visitor's Ball will see your countenance.

[VÍP É~XCLÚ~SÍVÉ~:]

[MÝ VÍ~SÍTÓ~RS]

[Dóñ'~t mís~s óút~ óñ ví~sító~rs wh~ó cóm~é bý t~ó ché~ck ýó~ú óút~. Ás á V~ÍP, ýó~ú cáñ~ stár~t mák~íñg v~álúá~blé c~óññé~ctíó~ñs tó~dáý¡~]

[Bécó~mé á V~ÍP¡]

[Mý Rá~ñkíñ~gs]

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