Sinful Delights

NSFW Strictly 18 & up Please! Various pics of beautiful women bound & gagged.

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[deathklaue]

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

[doryishness]

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

[victoriaringsinyourears]

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

[lenshade]

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

[themixedbagofwhat]

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

[wodkat]

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

[acstiel]

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

[juststrokemyglabella]

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

[adweeb-deactivated20160228]

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

[mydeadcarcass]

I WISHED FOR SNK MERCH THE FIRST TIME. I GOT A JACKET.

I WISHED FOR MY GIRLFRIEND THE SECOND TIME. I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.

[openyourthird-eye]

THIS WORKs I WISHED I WAS MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA AND GUESS WHAT GUYS IM MOVING TO NC IN AUGUST I PROMISE U IM NOT LYING

[ariya-art]

guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works

[haihl-blog]

I love this it always works for me yey thank u shooting star :’)

[phoxae]

woah the notes let’s hope my wish comes true

[blindlove098]

Let’s see about this

[nymphetdreamz]

i need the luck

[tocomplement]

theory

maybe he did love me indeed. fearful of all the eyes, of being the leading man, starring in this irrespective show of skinless.

my fuse ignited out of blue, unpredicted, ravening storm. he stopped seeing the use. i wasn’t warm.

i beg for you to please shut your insightful shameless lids

bright dawn.

can he love me again, real? i want to be warm. am i worth it? are we?

[smutty-sanders-sins-deactivated]

Sexting~

This is part of the tsficexchange! I was writing for @dan-yuna (hope I pleased you♡) and I chose the nsfw prompt (obviously), “you can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, wanna have some fun?” I hope I did it justice ♡

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It was just past 3 am when the first texts came in.

°Logan?°

°Logan? Are you awake?°

At the sound of the buzz he perked his head up from the paperwork he was working ever so diligently on. Quickly he typed back, letting out a small sigh knowing his boyfriend should very well be asleep.

•yes. I’m awake, what is it love?•

°I can’t sleep…I miss your face…and other things~°

‘Dammit Roman, it’s 3 am…’ he thought, shaking his head at the other as if he could see.

•is this your way of trying to get me to sext you?•

°maybe…°

°…..°

°…yes…°

•I know you can ask prettier than that love•

Oh…this is the one good thing about business trips. He always gets Roman so riled up, so extremely horny, and absolutely begging for release, waiting for him to come home just so he can be fucked into the mattress, floor or wherever they end up.

°please sir? I miss you. I miss your touch against my skin and your hand against my throat. I have my collar on extra tight just for you sir. Just to feel I’m owned by you even when you’re a country away. Please sir. Make me feel owned. Make my pathetic cocklet twitch and beg for its release.°

•Much better Roman. So much better. Are you touching yourself already princess? And you better be honest, no lying to daddy.•

°No. I’m not. I promise sir. I really want to though. Please, may I?°

•May you what? Use your big boy words.•

°May I touch my cocklet? Please daddy…?°

•only after you call it what it really is princess, only then may you touch it.•

°Daddy…M-may I touch my clitty…please? It’s leaking daddy…°

'Oh fuck. God okay, i guess I’m not staying impartial to prince’s sexual teasing.’ He thought as he started to wiggle out of his, now much too tight pants.

°Daddy please? Clitty is all red and leakin…I need to touch it daddy…need to feel good.°

•you may princess.•

°thankyoudaddy°

•you’re welcome princess. You know what else you’re gonna do for daddy?•

°w-what?°

•you’re going to video yourself stroking your clit, with your special little vibrator inside your princess cunt. And then you’re going to send it to daddy and the others. That’s an order•

°b-but daddy…°

•Thats. An. Order. Princess.•

Logan took out his straining cock, moaning at the feeling of just touching it after that mh…dirty talk. “Oh my Fucking shit.” He moaned.

°Daddy, are you touching your amazing cock?°

•I am princess. Why? What do you want to know?•

°Just wanted to picture you stroking your cock, in your stuffy hotel room, legs spread open and having you fuck into your hand like you would use my…well…your hole. Because it is yours. I’m yours, everything.°

•keep talking like that princess and daddy may have to come home early just to spank that naughty fucking ass of yours little one. But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Having me throw you over my knee in the common area, pull your pants down and spank that pretty little ass of yours in front of everyone until you were begging for daddy to fuck you right there in front of the others. No. You wouldn’t like that..you’d fucking love it. Wouldn’t you whore?•

°yes daddy! I’d love that. So so so much daddy. I want everyone to see what a slut I am for you daddy. Please, please use me as you see fit when you get home! Please daddy I need you!°

•such a needy whore already aren’t you, hm? Tell me, have you taken your plug out? Or have you behaved like a good slut?•

°It’s inside me daddy. It feels good. But your cock feels better. So much better daddy. It always feels like you’re splitting me apart with it daddy. I need it°

•too bad, you have to wait. No cocks in your ass until I’m home, understood bitch? The others know not to fuck you unless I’m there. So if you so much as ask one of Them, you’ll be punished for being such a dirty, needy, princess.•

°Daddy…I…I’m so close daddy. Please…please may I cum daddy please!?°

•ruined orgasam only. You don’t touch your pathetic little clitty when you cum.•

°T-th-ank y-you Daddy. Thank you! I’m I’m-I'm°

Logan stroked faster, waiting only on the video to be sent. He couldn’t help but imagine his little princess’ cock twitching as he came, his cock leaking pathetically.

°I hope you like my video Daddy. I wish it was your cock that made me cum like that…°

The video popped up, Logan clicked it, hearing Roman’s small soft moans as he started to jerk his cock slowly, stroking the tip on the up stroke. A soft “Daddyyyyy~” could be heard from the speakers.

Logan moaned, thrusting into his hand, his head falling back as he flicked his wrist, pulling the foreskin over his head ever so slowly.

“Ohfuck~” came a moan from the speaker. “Daddy! Yes!” Roman sped up his strokes, his head falling back, letting out strings of moans as he used his non busy hand to claw at the sheets and choke himself.

Logan moaned, fucking into his fist roughly, moaning loudly at the display on his screen. “Fuck Roman. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

“Daddy! Please daddy!”

Roman was so beautiful when he begged. It made Logan come undone I’m the best of ways. He felt his cock give a hard twitch, his balls drawing up close to his body. He let out a loud moan as he came, cum spurting across his chest, face, phone and laptop. For a moment, he layed there, panting, whiping the sweat off his brow.

•God I need to get home so I can wreck you baby.•

°please do daddy. Please do~°

•you okay?•

°jus bit seepy…°

Little space. He’s really tired out huh…

•okay baby boy, you clean yourself up, then go sleep for daddy okay love?•

°uh-huh.°

•I love you little one.•

°I love you too daddy°

[wordswhichareunspoken]

I need you. I need you to push me against a wall and kiss me until the answer to any question that I’m asked afterwards is your name.

R.W (Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #23)

[statechampsny]

"Critical" lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLFGFR5n4vU

________________________

I’ve always wanted what I can’t have

and I’ve been making it a note to feel what’s left to feel

and put my shoulder to the wheel

Everything about me used to have a mind of it’s own

I’ve got what’s left of me, some positivity

and no more waiting on a dial tone 

because I’ve loved and lost a cause

and that’s enough to never let you forget me

We’ve been gone for too long to see this happen again

Then again, you’re too gone to say that’s not what you meant

You’re crying, I’m not trying

I won’t let this life get so critical

Remember the time you asked me to let go?

Where did you want me to begin?

Take a stand

You know you haven’t got what you came for

and recently, my counter seems to be the place to be at night

You were right, I must be wrong for wanting you to know

I let go of the old

and you don’t deserve to see where it leads me to be

and doesn’t that make you question why we were here in the first place?

We’ve been gone for too long to see this happen again

Then again, you’re too gone to say that’s not what you meant

You’re crying, I’m not trying

I won’t let this life get so critical

I’m like a boy lost in a city

not wanting to be found

Everything is a sight to see until you come back around

I’m like a boy lost in a city

not wanting to be found

Everything is a site to see until you come back around

We’ve been gone for too long to see this happen again

Then again, you’re too gone to say that’s not what you meant

You’re crying, I’m not trying

I won’t let this life get so critical

___________________________

[supsuphannah-deactivated2022082]

Hot Showers and a Pillow That is Too Damn Soft

The bed is warm. I can’t quite recall how we got here. It’s all a big haze of soft kisses, entwined fingers and giggly conversations in the back seat of the Uber. I do remember their fingers sliding around mine at the restaurant, holding hands across the table while I got too excited about the waiter bringing us the post dinner cheese plate. Their dark eyes watching me as I messily cut into the brie and tore bread and dipped the cheese coated knife into the fig preserve. I remember laughing at my reflection in the window, red wine stained teeth matching my dark lipstick but making my glittery eyeshadow look stupid. But I don’t remember how many steps lead up to the apartment. I don’t remember anything before my hungry kiss at their front door.

 The pillow behind me is too soft. Full of feathers and I honestly don’t understand how anyone can feel supported by it. It’s making me angry. Who has these stupid pillows, don’t the tips of the feathers scratch you while you sleep? I try to focus on something else but the only thing to pop to mind is that they are naked and in the shower. Naked and standing there, slowly rubbing suds all over themselves. Naked and letting hot water roll off their body and slip down the drain, imagining all of their negative energy flowing away. I have to think about something else. Naked and wet and I’m on their bed waiting for them to emerge with steam pouring off their shoulders and a half wet towel draped around their waist.

 Why didn’t we shower together? This is so stupid. It’s too soon for us to share that much intimacy, but I’m here on their bed waiting. I’m here thinking about their firm body pressing against mine.

 Oh they’re out, the water is off and they emerges towel draped and steaming, just like in my imagination. It’s my turn. This is awkward, why didn’t we just shower together! I step past them, their still damp arm brushing against me as I walk past. The door closes softly and I lean against it for a heart beat, imagining him doing the same thing. Ugh that’s so lame how ridiculous.

 I let the water run before stripping, my skin shivering in the cool air of the bathroom. Arms crossed over my chest I let the water run through my hair and down my back. All of the bottles of goop in their shower look the same so I squirt the best smelling one onto my hand and suds up my body. Hard nipples slip between my fingers as I slide my hand over my wet body, imagining them feeling me. My back presses against the cold tiles sending a quiver down my spine. Fingers soaping myself up, running over my stomach and thighs and stopping just short of the heat between my legs.

 How long have I been in here for? Why did I wet my hair it’s going to take forever to dry off? Fuck. I turn the tap and reach for a towel, smelling of the hot sun I assume that it dried in earlier that morning. Their sink is clean and tidy. A black toothbrush, a well used razor and a tube of toothpaste squeezed within an inch of its life. I remember my red wine teeth and breath and lick toothpaste off my finger with my tongue, swish it around and swallow before opening the door.

 They laugh. Deep, guttural. I must look like a drowned rat. I tousle my hair in the wet towel they’ve hung over their bedroom door and they lift the sheet and tells me not to worry about the wet hair, “just get in here quickly I miss you.” YUCK that’s so fucking lame but stupid me can’t help jumping on the bed soaked towel and all to get under that sheet as quickly as possible. I untangle myself from the many layers of sheet and towel and lean my body against them. A forehead kiss, a kiss on the tip of my nose an electric feeling in my pussy jolts and we are making out. Slowly, luxuriously, gently.

 They rolls me onto my back, and removes the towel between us. Lips on mine, my thighs open and legs wrap around their waist. They’re naked and I can feel it there, half hard and growing.

 A little growl, ‘don’t move’ and my neck is arching towards their lips as their fingers hold my arms above my head. They kisse the dip in my elbow, my forearm tingling as their tongue flicks against my skin. Then their tongue strokes down my bicep, skipping my underarm. Their teeth nip at my collarbone, the following kisses getting softer and tickling just enough to have me wriggle against their strong hands holding me still.

 My hands are released and I grip that soft useless pillow just as they take my hard nipple in their mouth. Swirling tongue eliciting a soft gasp from me and those strong hands grip my waist. Sucking gently, teeth catching and the heat between my legs growing before they start to focus on the other nipple. This time it’s teeth first, they look up at me, tugging at it. My eyes close, my hips twitch. Cupping my full tits the teasing starts, each nipple in turn as my nails dig into the downy pillow. Lips against the soft skin of my stomach, solid hands spreading my thighs apart their short nails scratching at me.

 Cheeky caresses close to my pussy, fingers leaving me aching and gasping and making pathetic pleads for their mouth to be on me. My eyes shut tight ‘look at me’ soft whispers against my inner thigh and I glance down just in time to see their tongue dip into my warmth.

 My hands find the back of their head as their tongue finds my clitoris and that electric shock inside me hits again and my hips lurch towards them. Beard scraping against my freshly showered thigh, they licks and suckles all the while locking their eyes with mine. Their forearm across my lower stomach holding me steady, fingers smoothly finding the opening between my legs and deftly gliding into me. Their mouth is persistent and kind, my thighs tightening around their head and my hands slowly guiding their mouth to my sweetest spots. Eyes shut tightly again I fuck their face with my wetness and let their fingers find that perfect zone , that area that once pressed leaves stars in your eyes and forces a dull squeak from your throat.

 Waves of pleasure roll through me, toes curling, thighs gripping their head and heart pounding as I orgasm, leaving their lips chin and fingers glistening. Their body presses against me and I feel it again, hard. Lips on lips, tasting that sweet salty honey, tongues probing trying to find out exactly what we both want. ‘Did you just make your cock dance deliberately?’ I ask as they throb against my still tingling pussy. Laughter, they smother my mouth with theirs. Soft strokes as they rub against me, pressing into me, making my back arch.

 A soft laugh escapes their lips and I pull their lips to mine, scratching against my face. They press into me harder, slipping the head of their thickness into me. A whimper. They pull out and slip back into me ‘I want you to be aching for me the way I’ve ached for you since we left that restaurant’

 I’m so wet, maybe the wettest I’ve been in months. I don’t want to open my eyes because I know the burning lust in their will drive me over the edge. Their fingers dig into my tits and finally, after minutes of teasing me with the tip of their cock, they push deep into me.

I feel my nails press into their shoulders. Deep moans into my mouth, slides their hands down to my waist and starts fucking me.

 My hips lift up and I grind against them, forcing their dick as deep as it can go. Legs around their waist pulling us together I reach down and rub my clit with my fingers. They push my hand away and their thumb starts stroking me while they drives themselves in and out. I beg, I’ve never begged before but I beg for them to let me cum. A nod, a short terse nod as they grit their jaw and I cum for the second time tonight.

 They slow down, pulling nearly all the way out and untangles my legs from around their waist. The tip of them teasing me once again, so thick and threatening to slide out of me. Hungry kisses, I can still taste myself on their tongue despite the desperate pashing we did earlier. They slide their hand, that warm strong hand up and presses their fingers around my throat. Forearm between my tits and their other hand holding my hip down they slide that thick hardness into me.

 I beg them again. I beg them to choke me, to grip my throat and hold me tight until they cum for me. My nails leave crescent moons in their back, short shallow red welts from lust and pleasure. They start to squeeze, gently at first. My mouth opens and they grin down at me before squeezing slightly harder. I buck my pussy up to meet them as we fuck. Holding me down, fingers pressing up under my jaw. A gasp, another moan and they holds this solid strong deep rhythm until I beg one last time for them to cum for me.

 A lip bite, one more deep thrust in and they pull out of me. I rub my clit and watch them stroke their length while their eyes stay focused on my still shaking breasts and they blow. Their cum lands in ropes, white hot and sticky across my stomach and tits. A drop on my chin, one in my hair. Their shoulders shake, catching their breath and they try to lay on top of me before realizing the sticky situation we would both be in.

 The giggling starts. Breaths are short. Tissues are passed between us and then discarded on the floor to be dealt with a little later. My ass against their crotch, our bodies tight against each other. Deep breaths, minutes pass. I do a little snore, fuck. Laughs and kisses tickle the back of my neck and we sleep.

 I still don’t remember how many stairs lead up to their apartment and I ended up with that shitty goddamned pillow.

[cr8tive-catastrophe-deactivated]

Soft moans escapes her

His tongue caressing

Sweet candy to his lips

Tastebuds on fire

Loins aching

Skin to skin

Temptation has been foiled

Left behind

In a rush of lustful chaos

The purpose

Pure bliss

@creative–catastrophe

[definegodliness]

Raw lips connected by a                                              t                                              h                                              r                                              e                                              a                                              d                                         of spit; ashen mouth mixed with a sweet secretion, hard liquor, and faint memories of belonging.     Heavenly bodies grant eager eyes light within the spellbinding darkness;                    the contours, the silhouettes,                         the different shades                                   of colour. The different shapes with which this light plays,    displayed in an offer to ardent obsession.     The obsession. The connection.    The heightened senses.          The reaffirmation of a million lives                         simultaneously lived and                                        unlived together.             The emollience of the whole.                          The affection.

Melting rooms; soaring matresses, by M.A. Tempels © 2017 (via definegodliness)

[u-s-a]

[brokenheartedpoems]

i felt numb and i couldn’t breathe. i was trapped in an endless sea. i forgot how to swim and drowning was certainly not something i wanted but it happened and now i’m engraved into the deep blue wake. my last breath stolen from me.

(via brokenheartedpoems)

[unusedable]

i saw you today for the first time in three months. you looked so gorgeous, i didn’t realize how badly i’ve fallen for you until today. you sat there, glancing at me once in awhile. i made sure our eyes didn’t make contact as i took glimpses at you secretly. our eyes met. my heart was beating out its chest. i forgot to exhale. i haven’t felt this way towards anyone in a long time, i kind of missed this feeling. but not in this way, knowing that you don’t want me in the way i want you. and that makes me cry, it kills me every single day and night.

diary entry 1. (via woahjawlines)

P

[taylorswift89065-deactivated202]

A poem

@natalyajohnson

[deactivated-blog]

Almost

Face pressed into the pillows to stifle your moans, he trails white hot kisses down your spine, leaving your skin burning in their wake. Your fingers grip the silky sheets, the tension radiating through your body, melding into the desperate desire taunting your core.

He knows you need him. Knows your body aches for him. He knows how far he can push you, just how tight he cause that coil to wind before you completely come undone. And he is determined to take you there, and then watch you as you fall apart, go to pieces, with only his name on your lips.

Your clit throbs, a pulsing beat that reminds you how badly you’ve been wanting this. Wanting him. No, needing him. Your body needs his. The weight of him. The warmth of him. The hardness and muscle and strength. All of him. God, you need it.

You gasp, your body trembling beneath his fingers sliding along your back, around your hips. He turns you over, a quick motion so fluid you’re barely aware he’s done it until you are looking up at him, eyes dark and intense.

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, threatening to take over the sound of his breathing, ragged and shaky. He is never sexier, never more desirable to you than in the rawness of this moment, just before he takes you, claims you, makes you his possession.

Head bowed, his lips trace the curve of your breast, following the rise and fall of each sharp intake of air. He looks up, capturing your gaze just as his mouth closes around your nipple, teeth tugging gently.

Your back arches toward him, hands tangling in his hair to keep him there, right where you want him. You are acutely aware of the wetness between your thighs, the pooling desperation you feel to have him inside you.

[deactivated-blog]

I try to put all these words together to explain how you make me feel, what you do to me. But how do you describe those shivers, that breathlessness, the anticipation and desire… All the things about you that makes every part of me crazy in the best ways. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to tell you then sometimes you look at me and I’d swear you already know.

[deactivated-blog]

mouth

I can still feel the nip of your teeth on the inside of my thighs the way you grasped my hand sliding your fingers through mine trying to steady me I couldn’t hold still it was all too much you’re too much too good my body is still buzzing from the inside out barely recovered from the last time I need to feel your mouth on me again

[deactivated-blog]

26 minutes of touching myself and I still can’t get what I want without you here my captive audience of one there’s no heat from your gaze to warm my skin I can’t watch your eyes as they roam over my body or see the flicker of your tongue hungrily over your lips as you focus on where my fingers are all I can think about is how much I miss how badly I want your touch your body on mine

[deactivated-blog]

I’m having one of those days

where the only thing on my mind

is kissing you

your lips on mine

and the taste of your tongue

your fingers in my hair

and your heartbeat against my chest

a bite then a whimper

when you just can’t get enough

gasp and moan

the air I breathe is yours