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My secret everything space Ი𐑼 Like the bagel & everyone knows… • Poetry + Smutty Romance. ᢉ𐭩 Xo, your favorite princess who lives only in your pocket.. Sorry I'm not young anymore...

[soluksuret-deactivated20260516]

[thistlemi-lk]

Welcome to the…almost… darksied of Tumblr, 34, F, Leo. (She, Her) American, Made in New York. With New York Qualities and Traits. All this page is about is to be wanted by a man. To be loved by one. To be committed to him and him me. To be Enough. To be Wanted. The Object of his desires… Always. BDSM, Impregnation & Role Play Friendly. Please block, dont report if any of these are controversial to you. >> DNI << No submissions. I dont want your noodes. Im single + No open relationships. No sister wives. No children. Not a dominant. Submissive always in bed.

ᢉ𐭩, j૨✨

[thistlemi-lk]

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[vexheart]

[vexheart]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

healing does not require pretending it never happened.

[urlivingdollie]

dreaming about a sloppy blow job right now

[thistlemi-lk]

thinking about giving one, while whispering “I love you i love you…” in a dog collar and mask…

[solestella]

One day ♥️

[thistlemi-lk]

I want passion and lust that become this.

[oldwinesoultoo]

[thistlemi-lk]

the first vampire born of betrayal, heartbreak and loss.

[frijolpapi]

stuffing her pussy with her favorite dildo and my dick>>

[thistlemi-lk]

I would like to buy a vowel. Yes. A boyfriend. Who likes women. And finds them sexy. Unhinged. And desireable.

[noxsera]

[thistlemi-lk]

I won so many times but I was forced to lose. Im not embarrassed or sad. It’s nerve wrecking. I miss passion. To feel safe in the arms of another. To believe in fidelity. I wish my empathic gifts didnt hinder me. My intuition didnt make me insane. The knowing without knowing. The being gifted and being kept from the magic. But being the most gifted one. I desire. Passion so intense. It scorns me. To be content for the rest of my life. Because my captors who made me lose for their actions— won’t ever allow my joy witj a man. I must be a lesbian and allow the teenager who cries around 8 people everyday about what she does to me disguised as her to take over my entire life because she’s good. SHES nice. She doesn’t look like she’s being illegally dosed with meth. They know who I am and always choose the lie above me, the truth. Am I bitter? I should have lost. I didn’t know to desire. To feel passion. To want. To care for myself was a crime. This wasn’t my price to pay. So I fight against them. Will they shoot or stab me? Idk. Let’s see.

[noxsera]

[thistlemi-lk]

they warned me to lose. To become mentally ill. Let go. But I couldn’t. It doesn’t matter who I meet but is kept from me. The man I seek is strong enough to restore and heal. Won’t think it’s too late. And will be just in time. On time. For me.

[noxsera]

[thistlemi-lk]

“Where you been?” I asked. “Waiting” he whispered. We both dominated and submitted to each other. A universal balance unspoken.

[noxsera]

[thistlemi-lk]

To be seen, to be loved. To be enough

[melodycroft]

[thistlemi-lk]

Maybe I wanted him to be angry with me. Maybe I wanted him to fight his nature of being a man. A top predator of the food chain. Watching him fight within himself and struggle. As I hold my breath unsure of what he may do next, but how could I ever be unsure? I could trust him. He could trust me. Knowing he could… but he could never. No matter how disobedient and defiant I became. I just make him so mad. I say things. Terrible things sometimes. I am his wife. And I am his for his taking. His pleasure. How could I talk back, be so ungrateful. He was every right to show me. He says nothing. I don’t know if I feel fear or anticipation. But it’s why I always make sure to wear easy to access clothes around our home. Short skirts, dresses. I wonder if he knows. I should stop being an annoying nagging wife. It’s bad enough im 34, competing with his young 18 yr old secretaries paid to sleep with him at his every whim. Perhaps he should’ve listened when they said happy wife, happy life. We wouldn’t be here. A smack across my face, pressed against the wall, accusing him, vulnerable, nervous. Panties pulled to my knees as my husband shoves himself inside of me. “Is this what you want?” He goes harder as he covers my mouth with his hands. “Is this what you need?” I can barely stand, his strength is the only thing keeping me up, I am all his, his wife. “You make me so angry.” He says. He makes me face the wall as if in time-out as he continues “You are my wife. I love you. And youre all mine.” He is so rough and so tender as he brushes my hair away from my face, and leans in to kiss my cheek, pouring himself inside of me. I should know better. He chose to marry me after all. “Yes, I know but—“ there he’s done it again. He covers my mouth with his hand, “shhh…..thats enough… what’s for dinner?”….

- j૨

[thistlemi-lk]

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[soluksuret]

[thistlemi-lk]

The longing…

[soluksuret]

[thistlemi-lk]

I’ve lost passion and connection… and see where all my desire and energy went…