Jul 14
There are few things more enjoyable than binding an ovulating, drunk woman so she cannot move and then teasing her clit all night while she is denied orgasmic release.
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There are few things more enjoyable than binding an ovulating, drunk woman so she cannot move and then teasing her clit all night while she is denied orgasmic release.
Hell, I mighta even said yes if you would just ask. But I don't care who you is, you put a dick an an asshole without askin', that's against Jesus! Fuck you!
Bricktop Williams, "Interview with the Vampire"
Goodnight Inkernet.
I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Probably be awake in 3-4 hours. Leave me some questions.
Fuck, I am tired. What I would give for a strong cup of coffee right now.
@sweetusedbaby replied to your post “@sweetusedbaby replied to your post “I just want...”:
You shoukd go to the doctor
It's all good. I've had far worse, tbh. But that is sweet of you to say. It was like 14 hours ago. I'm good.
@sweetusedbaby replied to your post “I just want you to know. I am proud of you! I am...”:
ARE YOU OKAY???
:D Everything but my pride is fine. Slightly tweaked the back but a little ice and I'm 5x5.
@sweetusedbaby replied to you in a post “Replied to you in a post”:
@thebenevolentdictator I am gonna act like I know what you are talking about cuz im can be smart!!
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The Memories of You
When I came home and sank into bed, my pillow still carried the faint trace of you. Your perfume mixed with your sweat and a slight scent of your sex. I closed my eyes, and the last twenty-four hours rose around me like a tide: your face in the morning light, the way your forehead furrowed as your climax rose, your questioning eyebrows and biting your bottom lip as you asked if you could come up to see my place, The way your beauty took my breath away when I picked up up, your every word, every touch, every moment that had brought us here.
Sleep found me slowly in a gradually decent. Somewhere between memory and dream, I returned to the instant I first moved inside you. Your eyes closed and mouth parted. Your legs instinctively drew me closer as though letting go were impossible. You held me with a kind of desperate tenderness, your teeth bit my shoulder, your arms locked around me. Then I felt your tears, warm and quiet, slipping from your cheeks onto my skin.
I have known desire more times than I could ever count. But that was different. In that moment, pleasure gave way to something deeper, something almost sacred. It was the first time I truly understood that making love was not an act, but a surrender: two people becoming vulnerable enough to be held without fear.