almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space šø

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Keni

pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@redheadedbanna
ladies...ladies....one at a time...
Everytime...
This why I havenāt been on. Lol
thank you for following me I have nothing to offer
Hump Day š¤
@captainspalding2
With passion
I greeted him at the door in 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.
He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.
I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle rang out as it hit the floor.
He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to my buried treasure.
His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.
He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.
He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.
The man who whispered in my ear of how I was āmarriage materialā moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.
To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.
1. Get consent. 2. Give warning. 3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots 4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force) 5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe. 6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.
7. And if you happen to injure them, have the guts to apologize, atone, and help them heal.
All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.
(pinning this post as a sobering reminder before anyone- looking at you male doms- gets into this stuff thoughtlessly)
this is fucking terrifying
this blog may contain sensitive content (its me im sensitive)
šš¼āāļø
Edging for an hour will solve this I just know it
6 hours later..
For denied girls-
I've seen a couple girls say that they've been edging with the edgemeplease website even though they have the wrong anatomy for it... Well, here's a website for women to edge :) I can't speak to how good it is personally but I've heard well.
me: not everything is about sex also me: iām horny
the intimacy of "how do you know that?"
"because I know you."
because i study you
i take my time with her
no rush. no harsh grip. just warm hands and quiet praise, slow kisses that melt into skin, fingers moving in rhythm with her breath. sheās already wet when i touch her, already trembling, already looking at me like iāve got her soul wrapped around my wrist
and i do
my fingers slip between her thighs, brushing her clit just barely, just enough to make her gasp. i donāt go faster. donāt go deeper. i want her on the edge, aching, sensitive, needing. i want to watch her unravel without ever pushing her over
so i tease
slow circles. then lighter. then a pause, long enough to make her whine and shift beneath me. her hips try to chase the friction. her hands reach for something, anything. but i donāt let her have it. not yet. instead, i lean down and kiss her, slow and deep, until sheās moaning into my mouth and her thighs are clenching around my wrist.
every time she gets close, i ease off
she begs so sweetly like this. voice soft, cracked open, just barely holding together. please. donāt stop. please, iām so close. and still, i keep her there. trembling. gasping. teetering on that tight edge of release that never comes.
my other hand strokes her chest, her throat, her cheek. i keep whispering to her. telling her how perfect she is like this. how good she feels. how beautiful her desperation looks pressed into every line of her face. and she moans at every word, like the sound alone could tip her over
but i donāt let her fall
not yet
i edge her again. and again. and again. until sheās soaked, swollen, eyes glassy with need. until her whole body trembles at the thought of being touched. until her voice is gone and all thatās left are soft, broken sounds and the rise and fall of her chest under my hand
when i finally let her cum, itās slow. drawn out. shaking
she cries
not from pain. not from anything rough
just from the unbearable sweetness of ruined this gently
theyāve invented a new kind of edging where they