"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
Pablo Neruda
$LAYYYTER
Cosimo Galluzzi

Janaina Medeiros
occasionally subtle

@theartofmadeline
NASA

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shark vs the universe

pixel skylines

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
RMH
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@missubmiss
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
Pablo Neruda
Feeling fit to be tied ♠️
Doms Who Deceive
I have been warned that there are those who use this lifestyle to deceive, manipulate, and take advantage of women. I have always been cautious, careful, and calculated in whom I trust. Today I discovered that my trust had been misplaced, that despite all of my caution I had been deceived. D/s relationships are fundamentally rooted in trust and open communication, and the betrayal of those principles undermines everything good in this lifestyle. I am sickened, saddened, and disappointed. I can’t tell many people (if anyone) in my vanilla life what the depth of that betrayal feels like for me as a sub, so I’m telling you Tumblr.
When I begged him to flog me, he gladly obliged, until I was begging him to stop—which he didn't. After all, I did ask for it.
It's only fair that I suck his fingers clean, when they were moments ago inside of me. He holds my face, and orders me to taste myself, an undeniable indication of my arousal at my own debasement.
Anticipation is everything. He left me lying on the bed, my hands bound above my head, at his mercy, while he got out the toys and implements, casually telling me how he planned to use each one. He laid them out with care, in no hurry, while I squirmed against my bonds, my impatience and desire building. When he finally came over and stroked my face and neck, shivers ran down my entire body. Like a violin string, I was taut and ready to be played.
When you say completely taboo, how taboo? Ever read the death play comics of Dolcett? (This is all in the pure fantasy realm!)
I can’t say I have. My preferred reading is more along the lines of Story of O and the writings of the Marquis de Sade. Dolcett is a little too death focused, which for me defeats the purpose.
A little cocksocket like you doesn't feel complete without a Dom to kneel in front of. When you read this, your response Will be To get down on all fours with your ass facing a mirror , pull your panties down to mid-thigh, and take a photo over your shoulder and post it
I don’t feel complete without a Dom, but I also value my submission and don’t give it away. I save it to lay at the feet of those I choose to submit to.
Currently in search of a Dom (#storyofmylife). So naturally I woke up this morning in the midst of a very realistic and satisfying BDSM sex dream about meeting the perfect Dominant couple. If I smile today, you'll know why.
Come back to tumblr, slut. Your posts are greatly missed by all.
Oh hey, I guess I'm back. Or something like that. ; )
Pretty please?
How about Tiger Balm next honey? It probably wouldn't hurt as bad, but I know it doesn't feel good in contact with the tip of my cock.
Thanks for the suggestion, it’s definitely on my to do list I just never seem to get around to buying some! I’ll let you know how it goes when I do though.
Of course he could cuff or tie my hands, but it was so much more fun for him to watch me struggle and futilely try to block his blows to my ass. It also gave him a reason to punish me, not that he really needed one, but attempting to block his spanking or stop him from doing anything he wanted was of course unacceptable.
Curiosity Killed the Cunt
I put sriracha on my clit and ass just for fun today. I may need to reevaluate my definition of fun. Curiosity killed the cunt. But to be fair there is a cock on the bottle.
Merry Christmas fellow kinksters! xx
Happy Holidays! Tis the season to tie someone up in Christmas lights, or ribbons and bows, or beads and strings of popcorn, whatever strikes your fancy. xx
Passed 500 followers this week, thanks folks! Here's a booty pic to celebrate. xx