Mr. Deen is the most hard-working orderly at the Institute for Lost Girls. Bless him.
This Institute sounds relevant to my interests
Psst. Cupcake.
Let’s share a cell.
james deen
I think one of the only things just as yummy as James Deen domming is cute little James Deen subbing.
…But do you have a staircase full of naked women?
James Deen’s 7 Sins: GREED
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Welp, just figured out what I’m buying to watch for my next movie night in with Sir because OH MY GOSH.
Just.
OH MY GOSH.
Just go watch the trailer and tell me it’s not EVERYTHING.
It’s like a kinky version of Bluebeard. It’s like bourgeoise/nouveau riche conspicuous consumption porn. It’s like the earliest kinky fantasy I had about being part of a collection of women is all grown up now.
Somebody hold me.
At one point, while we were in his car, he was on top of me and teasing his cock over my slit. I really wanted him and my resolve on being a good accountable partner was threatening to wane if we kept at it.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, “but we can’t.”
“I know. I didn’t ask if I could. I asked if you wanted me to.” He leaned down and kissed my neck.
I nodded, resting my hands up on his shoulders. “Yeah, I really want you to fuck me.”
“I want you to touch yourself later and think about this. I want you to think about me fucking you and I want you to tell me that you did,” he said. “I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I fuck that little pussy of yours.”
So, um, I might have texted him last night about carrying that out. Maybe.
For some reason, Sir and I had the best sex we’ve had in a while this afternoon. I don’t know, just all the chemistry and the butterflies and the sunlight and everything was all perfect.
Oh, and Happy Memorial Day.
I’d like to make a petition for also getting this when you finish filing your taxes.
Handholding mandatory.
Please and thank you.
Is it summer yet?
And this is how to negotiate consent mid-scene. HOT. AS. FUCK.
Guys, talking about consent and “how everything’s going” is just as important during a scene as it is before. And it doesn’t have to feel like a chore, it can be really sexy.
Never forget.
I’m over the whole concept of the infallible dom. The whole strong man stereotype who is always right and never messes up and is suave every moment of every day. Men who demand that sort of esteem are a little absurd, and a culture that perpetuates that role is harmful to both these people and the people that love them.
Bottom line: I love that he trips. I love that she smirks. And I love that he is sometimes that domineering presence and sometimes, yeah, he’s a guy who hasn’t quite gotten the hang of a punching bag just yet.