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Hey, I'm Amaranth. I was born in the Netherlands (I live in the US now), but speak english fluently. I'm told my accent is very sexy!

Amaranth is a fantasy name I've been using for a long time, about 15 years. I am a nice round woman with full breasts, a D cup. Would you like to see a nude picture of me? Go to my adult homepage and there you can find a nice sexy pic. You can often call me in the evenings on Nightflirt because I really enjoy sharing sexy fantasies. To reach me you can click the button on this page and you will be given a way to call me or arrange a call with me.


I love romantic fantasies where we massage each other all over and make each other crazy, with candlelight and music. But I also love wild crazy sex. And I am experienced in BDSM, mostly as sub but also now and then as Top.

Unfortunately I don't have a job at the moment, so luckily i have a lot of time to do nice exciting stuff on the sexline. I have asthma and am looking for a job, but with a handicap it's all very difficult. I also love reading, movies, music and poetry, and I write poems.


I would love to spend time with you. Give me a call or arrange a call! I look forward to being with you!

Below you can find three poems of mine:

On the cutting edge

I feel the sharp blade run and tingle along
my skin as it slides over nipple and breast,
as I feel it singing a bloodthirsty song,
but I know that depends on my strength in this test.
And I cannot see, for my eyes are forced closed,
by leather of which I can smell it's strong scent,
 and I feel the fear form it's heavy sharp dose,
just as the one who is testing me meant.

The blade then caresses so softly my thigh,
and runs its dark trail over skin that contracts,
yet I must keep still now, and not even sigh,
nor show any fear and no muscle should flex.
A harsh testing this is, a testing of trust,
of power of will of both sides that exchange
their will and their power and maybe their lust,
but respect is the strongest, and that feels so strange.

The sunlight reflects off the silvery knife,
the blade of a polished and finely honed steel,
I know it could easily cost me my life,
with right on my throat the sharp danger I feel.
My skin tingles wildly, I know that I still,
trace the sharp knife near my skin, even though
it does not even touch, but the forse of my will,
makes me aware of each energy flow.

And each test he asks me if I'd like to stop,
but I persevere, and too stubborn to fail
sit still and unmoving, and drop by salt drop,
my sweat runs of fear down my breast's flowing vale.
But he looks impressed, then surprised, then aghast,
as in him respect grows, and caring for me.
Mutual respect, for I know at the last,
his task has been harder then mine was to be.
 
 

To stand tall

So here I stand, tall and strong, my eyes are glitt'ring steel
And surely I cannot be wrong when you before me kneel
and power courses through my blood, a heady energy
it brings of surety a flood that's running all through me.

I feel temptation of desire to make you crawl and cry,
And see that your own inner fire for that too does sigh.
To make you suffer, make you bend, take all your power too,
and yet, I know that at the end, this I must do for -you-.

For who am I to stand here so, and feel much better then
you who kneel to me, I know that that is a bad plan.
For I have seen the pain that burns in the heart of those who know
how hate a knife cruelly turns in all their feelings show.

I doubt if I should be the one, to stand here over you
for I am not sure how it's done, and I am frightened too.
I feel so worthless and so plain, kneeling to others' feet,
that I am scared to bring you pain with an unthinking deed.

For your submission is a gift, as mine is such as well
and if I feel my own worth lift, it is with yours that fell.
So my responsibility is to take care of you
as I'd need to take care of me, and see -your- needs clear too.

And even though I doubt the wisdom of my choice to lead
I know that I might be the one, to bring you what you need
I have been there, and I have seen how pain can lift or crush
and so I seek the rosy sheen of pain or gentle blush.
 
 

Advice

the outside is not everything, for grace is in the mind,
even if not everyone will know just how to find
the soul of someone in their eyes, instead of in their clothes,
or in their bodies or their face or how their hair now grows.
A soul is seen in people's deeds, what they to others give,
in how they care for others who also in this world live.

And who am I to tell you this, me who also knows
that people only judge by that what just the outside shows?
I fear I have exactly the same problems as you do,
something that both you and I will every time turn to..
How usefull is advice from one who can't solve this as well?
And yet, I wish you'll find some hope in what I have to tell.

I know if I don't love myself, I shine out all that hate,
and people see that shining out, and recognise the state.
And so they yell 'How ugly..' and they think they judged me well,
but it's my inside, not my outside that made them react so fell.
For if I walk the same street with those people on a day
that I feel good and strong then they have nothing left to say.

And who am I to comfort you, so many miles away?
I cannot even hold you tight, despite all that I say.
All I can do is play with words, and then send them to you,
and hope that is enough, for I know nothing else to do.
And yet, I do feel close to you, if not then in the flesh,
well, then it's surely in the mind, and there we both are fresh.

I know loving yourself is hard, I'm still not good at it.
Remember then to love yourself as once your lover did.
Don't force yourself too fast to try to do too much too hard,
but don't give up on yourself either, and make a new start.
And if you want to talk I'll try to be right there for you,
but to be good at that I'll have to take care of me too.

And who am I to tell you this, because I make it sound
like it is very simple, like you never have been bound,
by other's needs or by the past, or weakness of your will?
Well, I am one who knows this and who's fighting daily still.
You have a lot of work to do, but on my soul I bet
you'll get through this and make a change, and you'll be happy yet.