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Top 20 Impressions from Porn Reblogs
1. Jesus Christ… is she squirting or peeing???
2. My throat is NOT that big.
3. If somebody held a Hitachi wand to me for that long… I would numb out and feel ZERO.
4. Ok… the butt jewel is pretty.
5. Oh god… oh god… tied to a tree…. THE ANTS MAAAAN… THE ANTSSSSS!!!!
6. How come nobody I know wears an Armani suit?
7. Are all subbies supposed to be 5 foot 10 and a size 2?
8. I love giving blow jobs… I am fine with cum… but for god’s sake… quarts of jizz?
9. Oooooohhhh… ropes….
10. Did she just put THAT in THERE????
11. Wait… did she just pour him a glass of wine with her PUSSY??? Not gonna lie… that’s talent!
12. Beards. Cool.
13. Well that pussy is… um… furry…
14. Gargantuan dicks are not a turn-on. They are frightening. Really really fucking terrifying.
15. Nobody’s boobs are that big, round, and perfect naturally. Not that mine aren’t… no… really… OK fine they aren’t.
16. Her entire… hand… in her butt. Holy mother of god.
17. Ooooohhh…. dark hair and blue eyes… can I have that girl? I’ll play nice I swear!
18. Do Doms other than mine ever smile???
19. My body simply does not bend that way.
20. STOP BEING SO DAMN SERIOUS! SMILE! LAUGH! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!
McGyvering D/s style (another reality check)
It was a warm summer night. Dimmed lights in the bedroom welcomed thoughts of all the possible ways he will torment her body.
She knelt on the floor, naked and open for his will to take over her. He towered over her in his dark suite. His desire was palpable in the air……
Record scratch…….. That didn’t happen. Let’s try this again.
She was bound to all four posts of bed. The intricate knots of his rope work created just the perfect tension. He was standing by the end of the bed, admiring his most precious possession
Ooops. That’s not it either…
There was a fight, the ugly one; the one we never had before. It all started from misunderstanding and then snowballed into an avalanche of emotions. Monstrosity of the fight brought also brutal honesty yet still a need to fight for us and find the way back to the solution. When all was said, I had eyes swollen from tears, Captain’s face was showing weariness. We both wanted to wipe the slate clean and move on.
I was on the bed, waiting for pain to wipe all the tears and fears away. With every strike Captain was bringing to my behind, I could feel my fear slowly disappearing, till a moment of sharp pain, a spasm contorted my foot. We had to stop. I was walking around trying to get rid of the spasm. Finally I had to resort to putting socks on. I was upset about everything at the same time. I didn’t want spanking to stop, I needed closure. I didn’t want to wear socks and look hideous. I didn’t want this stupid spasm to be the reason we cannot move on. Captain gave me a hug, calmly asked me to get back on to bed and stay still. The next thing I felt wasn’t his belt, but a blanket over my feet to keep me warm and to avoid another spasm. I was thinking at first about how much this looks stupid, but in a few minutes I changed my mind. The blanket was so heavy it felt like a restraint. We both knew we needed more. We could have stopped and spend another night wiping my tears and silently growing fears and insecurities in our minds. We could have waited for another time when we could be alone at home. We could pretend that time will just take care of the problem on it’s own, knowing very well that that wouldn’t work. Captain’s resolve to macgyver this situation brought us to the restart moment exactly when we needed it.
The moral of this story is very simple. We all like black and white perfectly constructed images of what D/s looks like in our our fantasies. We all look forward to beautiful moments when our life sounds better than any erotic story we have ever read.
The real life is full of beautiful moments, but it’s also full of eyes, red from tears, stupid socks and not so sexy solutions to keep going.
This fight happened a few weeks ago. It hurt us both and still it was good. Sometimes you need to burn old forest to germinate new trees ~Captain’s Kitten
jumpin on da bandwagon bc there is so little dialogue about violence against sex workers. assaults & deaths are frequently ignored by the authorities due to the nature of our work, and any reports that do go through are greeted with scepticism: “if you didn’t want that to happen to you, you shouldn’t have chosen to do porn/stripping/escorting, you brought this upon yourself.” OUR JOB IS NOT A FORM OF CONSENT. our videos, photos, performances, and clothes are not a form of consent. sex work is one of the oldest industries in the world yet everything that happens inside of it is treated as taboo and dirty. if you don’t have respect for girls in this industry, stop watching porn, stop reading nudie mags, going to strip clubs & brothels, because you do not deserve to consume from us. sex work culture is constantly appropriated by “edgy” celebrities whilst genuine SWs are still being raped & murdered. so fucking disgusting that in 2016, “no” STILL doesn’t mean no. on the day of my assault i was wearing a pair of mom jeans & an XL sweater; I was not fucking asking for it 🖕🏼
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The gift of giving.
Many know the mantra of ‘my submission is a gift’. And damn right it is, no one is entitled to your submission simply because you are submissive. It’s something that needs to be earned, something that is -given- willingly through trust.
But we can’t forget about the gift of dominance.
Yes submission is a gift, and should always be appreciated. But likewise, the effort and passion given from a Dominant is a gift.
The time taken from a Dominant, The thought given into scenes, The effort to connect and understand their submissive as intimately as they do, The love, care and tenderness given to inspire your submission.
These only scratch the surface of the efforts of a Dominant, and should always be acknowledged and appreciated.
The submission is a gift, as is the dominance. It’s a give and take dynamic. And we’d all be a little better off to remember the sacrifice of both parties.
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I put my hand in his, and felt his fingers fold over mine, gently leading me to the edge of the floor. I was about to make some joke to lighten things up, but he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. and suddenly, I didn’t feel like talking about anything.
More quotes about love and relationship here (via thelovewhisperer)
Where do you see your submission taking you ten years down the road? Twenty?
I don’t know that I can say where I SEE any of this going. That would be illogical as I can barely see where my partner and I will be ten days from now. But, I can speak to where I’d like my submission to take me ten years down the road.
I’d like to have a beautiful D/s dynamic that has been woven at last into the very tapestry of me and my partner’s life together, not just something that occurs in the bedroom. Something that even when it is subtle is still there. It would be the same thing 20 years down the road. Of course, for me, I am not looking for just my submission, but his as well. A co-ownership ever shifting as we ebb and flow in and out of dominant and submissive spaces.
I want to see that in 10 and even 20 years, we know exactly how to get the other going. We know which buttons to press to drop the other to their knees eagerly. I want it to be a chance for even a long, long relationship to still be tantalizing.
Do you think that you’ll still find Dominance and submission compelling when you’re in your 70s?
Yes. D/s is, to me, such a beautiful way to explore your partner and to dance with the most deeply inlaid aspects of one another. I consider it the most profoundly intimate we can become with someone else, if we’re doing it in a respectful way. If I still feel safe with my partner in my 70s, I will still want to expose my most vulnerable parts, as well as explore their’s.
If you or your partner became unable or uninterested in sex, would that effect your power exchange?
I’d be lying if I said it would not effect the power exchange. Currently, my partner and I more or less only do power exchange in the bedroom. If one of us could not or did not want to be sexually intimate, we’d certainly have to think of different ways to play with p/e - things I want to explore anyway. :)
Gomez gives out better relationship advice than like 90% of dudes.
Gomez Addams is a suave motherfucker who loves his wife more than his own life.
Everyone should want a Gomez. He’s p cool.
Gomez and Morticia Addams actually have a very loving and extremely healthy relationship, both in the old TV show and in the more recent movies. They were also one of the first television couples to be shown to have an active (albeit offscreen) sex life. Their frank attitude towards sexuality was shocking in its’ time, but their relationship and their family dynamic is actually more functional and more…dare I say it…sane than most families portrayed on TV.
The comedy in the show came from the family’s “odd” lifestyle, rather than from infighting and petty bickering, or worse, as was common on other shows of the time, thinly veiled references to spousal abuse. They didn’t make fun of each other or act like their children were creatures from another world. Were they strange and outside of social norms? Yes. Were they united in creating a loving home and being good, supportive parents? Absolutely.
These two support and adore their children, care for an aging mother and an estranged brother, put family before everything, and they love each other, wholly, fiercely, without reserve. They are every bit as much in love after at least a decade of marriage as they were the day they met.
Relationship goals. LIFE goals.
Just remembered in the second movie when their third child became “normal” for a period and although they were shocked and didn’t know how to handle it, they didn’t mistreat the child or love it any less. They accepted the difference, even though it was hard for them.
Reblogged for truth.
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Posts about Gomez and Morticia Addams are almost always uplifting and I’m happy to have them on my dash, but I think my favorite bit about this conversation is what Gomez is actually saying to Fester.
It’s nobody’s surprise that many of the aesthetic and thematic elements of The Addams Family in its various incarnations are influenced by Gothic tradition (not goth, that mostly came later. And not Goth, that was much much much too early), and I think Gomez’s words are a dead bullseye in terms of Gothic mentality.
“Make her feel like she’s the most sublime creature on earth”
The sublime is a recurring theme throughout Gothic literature. Although the word (like “awesome”) has lost a lot of it’s original luster over the intervening decades, sublime doesn’t really mean elevated and lofty (or even heavenly) as it’s often used today, but rather something possessing the power and grandeur to induce awe and veneration in the mind of the beholder. Although less than divine, something sublime possessed a wildness and power that transcended human ability to control…or even to comprehend.
Sublime is standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon leaning as far as you dare over the railing and still not being able to see the canyon floor below. Sublime is warrior-queen Galadriel being tempted by the One Ring. Sublime is waking up in the middle of the night in the heart of a wild thunderstorm.
“Make her feel like she’s the most sublime creature on earth”
Gomez isn’t advising Fester to treat a woman he fancies like a princess, or even elevate her to pedestal of angelic nature (who’s idea was it to equate femininity with purity anyway? What a laughable and historically damaging idea. Shame on whatever dead (probably) white dudes promoted that!)
Gomez is advising Fester that if he truly loves a woman he must do everything he can to remind her of how she’s an untameable force of nature who’s grandeur brings him to his knees in awe and terror. Just like Morticia, for Gomez.
I’ll sign off with one of my most favorite quotes of all time, because it feels suddenly very relevant:
“When I find myself surrounded by so much beauty, I feel as if I am the eye of a hurricane.”
- -Sanjay Kulkarni
Reblogging for the commentary on the Sublime
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This. My #1 fantasy.
Fantasy entry... horny girl and science experiment
Today, I turned into such a horny slut that I had to go sit down on the bathroom floor and rub myself until I came. My pussy was swollen and soaked, my panties a testament to how long I'd been sitting there swollen. Cumming felt nothing like it does when Daddy does it himself, but it was so good and so needed right then and there. Daddy talked to me all day about different sexual desires and ideas, and we have planned a super sexy concept for a bedroom scene for next weekend. The scenario has me so turned on. I'm quite frankly proud the idea was mine. The scene goes something like this: I am a subject who has signed up to be tested in a study on female pleasure and arousal. I arrive at the office and am given a clipboard to fill out about my preferences and normal sexual proclivities. For this scene, I am fairly young and inexperienced, and I'm not really sure about the usual methods for experimentation or proper protocols. After filling out the form, I am called by the Doctor or Scientist who invites me up to his office. Within, there is a bed which has been cleared, but an array of instruments for pleasure (and/or pain) lay off to the side. The Doctor is wearing a lab coat and glasses, and his hair is pulled back neatly. He's shockingly handsome. He gives me a standard, formal greeting, shaking my hand and asking me to sit down to talk with him while he looks over my paperwork. He asks a few stiff questions. I answer, nervous and shy. He then explains the procedure for the experiment. Once we begin, he will be restraining my legs apart and cuff my wrists so that the experiment is controlled and he can gauge my reactions accordingly. I will also be blindfolded so I can react authentically to the experimentation, rather than anticipatory. He explains that I'll have a safe word I can use if something becomes too uncomfortable, but then immediately announces I should strip and get onto the bed. He does not leave the room like a normal doctor would. Instead, he watches me, predatory and hawk like. I do as I am asked and get onto the bed, nude, so that he can begin. The last thing I see is him putting on a pair of gloves and then I am suddenly blindfolded and the fun really begins. He asks a lot of questions, asking me to rank things on scales such as, "On a scale from 1 to 10, how much pleasure does this give you? Pain? 1 to 10, how much does this arouse you? Do you like it?" He works over me professionally. Twisting. Pinching. Kissing. Probing. Tonguing. It is non-stop, giving me little time to adjust. He occasionally peels open my pussy, checking to see my arousal level. He pushes me to test how sensitive I am to cumming. He makes me cum and then keeps going, torturing me. Touching all over me again. It is a long grueling process. At some point, he mounts me. Keeps asking these humiliating questions as he fucks me, changing his technique based on how I respond or react. I can smell him, feel that his hair has been loosened. It tickles my face. When he finishes, he goes back, yet again, to touching and prodding, but not much longer. He may see of he can make me cum again. Worn, he leaves me after untying my bounds. I silently dress and then wait. (Then begins aftercare.) I'm so wet just thinkibg about it. Uhg. I hope my amazing partner and I get to play this fantasy out soon.
Be a Gentleman to your Lady.
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Works for me and the queen. 😃👍
Great way to get across to me.