Chocolate Peanut Butter Bark
Month: January 2015
what i really don’t get is straight couple comedy. why are you so mean to each other and why do you act like you hate each other. why are you so jealous and suspicious of each other. why are you together if you’re both apparently attracted to other people and not each other. what the fuck is wrong with you, that isn’t healthy.
Boys cry.
Girls masturbate.
Boys can like pink and not be gay.
Girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian.
Boys can like ballet.
Girls can like video games.
Boys can be hot without a six pack.
Girls can be hot without a hairless body.
Boys can have hair down to their waists.
Girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat.
Gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do.
little hetero things
Standardcolor coding your infant children
If you have to convince someone to stay with you, then they have already left.
Shannon L. Alder (via unlively)
Why am I finding everything this person says interesting and why is he texting me so much please THIS IS A VERY BAD IDEA FOR BOTH OF US you’re religious I only pretend to be religious so I don’t fuck over half my relationships and complicate my life I RUN A PORN BLOG AND AM 110% OK WITH ANYTHING LGBTQA+ AND I WATCH SUPERNATURAL AND PLAY VIOLENT VIDEO GAMES AND DON’T GIVE TWO FUCKS pls don’t do this… It will end badly, I’m “bad association” and you don’t want to be close to me you just don’t know it
I didn’t participate in it, but Denial December is partly responsible for the fact that it’s been 78 days since I was last allowed to cum. He likes to scroll through my tumblr dashboard while I’m sucking his cock, and all the posts about it caught his eye back in November, and here we are.
78 days. I find that hard to believe even though I’ve lived through it. I’d often fantasized about orgasm control, but I never imagined that it would ever really happen to me. Even with him, I never imagined he’d actually keep me denied for so long.
I wake up some mornings already feeling this aroused. Like I’ve spent the night edging and backing off countless times in my dreams, so that when I wake up, the arousal is raw and immediate. I spend those days in a haze of horniness and frustration.
It’s maddening at times. On the one hand, I’d really really like to cum. It’s getting more difficult each time I have to stop myself on the edge. In those moments when I’m most frustrated because I’ve reluctantly forced myself to pull my hand away from my clit, the frustration is tinged with… irritation? Slight anger? If I were a cartoon character, I imagine I’d be stomping my feet about the unfairness of it all, that I can’t do something that’s so simple, so easy, so personal.
But when he asked me if I wanted to beg for permission to cum, I didn’t know what to say. I’m beginning to savor being denied. The frustration pushes my mind to a filthier place than I could go on my own. The desperation makes me more pliable. The unrelenting arousal quiets my thoughts. I think this is a good place to be, and it’s familiar now.
Plus he’s been tossing out ideas on how I might finally get to cum, and the options he’s toying with may be worse than not being allowed to cum at all…
Sounds like any orgasm might be worse than not being allowed to cum at all. 😉
