“I want his lips on my neck and his hand between my legs.”
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“I want his lips on my neck and his hand between my legs.”
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This is sad and scary at the same time
I legit just got tested last week and the na na is
People who are like “asking for consent ruins the moment” have no imagination.
Like, I’m sorry, but purring “do you want it?” into your partner’s ear before you fuck is hot.
Looking into your partner’s eyes and asking “may I?” in a voice breathy with desire before you kiss them is super hot.
and “Do you want me to pin you up against this wall and fuck you till you’re screaming my name?” is just basically dirty talk.
What the actual fuck is wrong with you? If asking for consent ruins sex you’re what? A rapist who sucks at talking dirty?
Is that a demographic whose fun we care about ruining?
“tell me you know what your safeword is. You do? So you must like this. I am going to reach down between your legs unless you say it right now… 1 2 3 no, I guess you want to be inspected *reaches down* oooh, you do, don’t you?
Rules, a Balloon, and a String
Knowing your ‘Why’.
Hold the string so I can fly…. I don’t really dig the term alpha, I don’t think it is the best description of me; but, there is a universal understanding of alpha submissive here on Tumblr. I am SUCH a softie; but I navigate very challenging waters and I make the rules in my life. I come across as sweet confident, and I am. I’m also a bit of a little, am exceptionally playful, idealistic, trusting, joyful, compassionate, I feel deeply, am enthusiastic, and I get carried away with things sometimes. Or, maybe, things carry me away sometimes. I’m kind of like a balloon. Reality is, I’m better off if someone worthy is holding the string.
A friend here in Tumblrtown wrote a piece about just saying “No” which helped to prompt this Tuesday Truth. I read it and smiled – hell yeah, just say No! Here’s the thing…..I can give myself permission to do any damn thing I want (assuming I have the means); I can also practice strong self-restraint and/or push myself towards a goal and feel proud of myself. I can prepare myself for my future counterpart. I cannot, however, hold my own string.
Rules act as the string that keeps me from flying too high or getting tangled up in something that doesn’t serve my best interests. Rules do not minimize my competence; they free me to be fully present in the tasks that require my competence. A simple morning protocol and being accountable to it keeps me secured and gives Him purpose, which fuels my obedience..
Enter “No.” Being denied something might piss me off in the moment, but “No” is a means of keeping me from flying too high, or getting/being carried away by helping me feel the connection to my dominant. I don’t know about other submissives, but I feel incredibly sexy, feminine, empowered, and proud when I am obedient. “No” might be used in regards to wearing panties or to deny orgasm or cake, etc.; or it could be in reference to work - “No, you’ve done enough. Get a dish of ice-cream and get in the tub.” (Yes, I’ve been known eat ice-cream while I soak as a self-granted reward.)
Deferring many decisions (as simple as where to eat) is also freeing because it is just one less freaking thing I have to decide upon. He is welcome to guide clothing choices and oooh, if he says, ‘Wear a dress”, this girl swoons. The weight of decision-making lifted, I can fly high and enjoy myself knowing that He is has the string well in hand.
Perhaps this is the jist of it – self-regulation feels like another weight placed on my over burdened shoulders; being regulated/guided by a Dominant feels like a weight being lifted - which allows me to safely and joyfully soar….you know, like a balloon on a long string held by an amazing Dominant.
I need a string holder worthy of holding my string
Perfect
What do you think?
Slut Rules for all of you Dirty Girls 😈 (Updated and Refreshed from the Original Post on my very first Tumblr Page)
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I can relate to this
I want to be first. I know that’s selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that’s wrong of me, so be it. I’ll be wrong. But that’s the way I feel.
Charlaine Harris, From Dead to Worse (via julia–loves)