I’d say hischalice is probably a blast to have a playdate with.
playing cops and robbers can be so much fun!
I’d say hischalice is probably a blast to have a playdate with.
playing cops and robbers can be so much fun!
Amen.
For all the fucking roles we play every single day…
Happy International Women’s Day to us all!!
😉
Pride has been such a hinderance for me, too. When I’ve had terms like “puppy” and “little girl” used during scenarios, my initial response was one of defensiveness, frustration, and, most importantly, fear. It’s very easy and simultaneously incredibly difficult to live in denial of a desire to be degraded and humiliated. What was probably the strongest feeling associated with terms like those and treatment like what is depicted in the picture is not a fear of discovery, but rather a fear of admitting to myself that I love being dragged down from the standard of respect that I hold myself to and expect others to hold me to, as well.
However, letting go of that has produced some of the most beautiful feelings of trust and understanding imaginable. It’s usually a slow process to get there, but once I’m there, I’m sold.
My pride so often stopped me from embracing who I am and all I share with Master. My pride stopped me from being the animal I am, from the humiliation I crave, from the obedience I desire.
I am letting go of so much pride in exchange for happiness. ~His
Even the stars know I’m submissive.
There is something so dizzyingly powerful about someone who can make you shake and tremble and moan and gasp without even touching the most obvious spot. Or even anywhere near it.
”Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant”
— Henry Miller
(via roberthenry)
Yeah, I’ve totally caught myself grabbing my own ass during this kind of play, too.
Almost kind of ashamed that this is the first thing I’m reblogging from drinkyourcunt’s sexy-ass tumblr.
Original title by drinkyourcunt: All literature, at its core, is about wanking.
Bro 1: You guys mind if I chill here for a bit? Can’t work in my room.
Bro 2: Sure. What’s going on in your room?
Me: [obscene hand gesture]
Bro 1: I’m catching up on some work for creative writing. It’s a poem I wrote.
Bro 2: Oh. What’s your poem about?
Me: [obscene hand gesture]
Bro 1: No, it’s about a dream I had.
Bro 2: What was the dream about?
Me: [obscene hand gesture]
The trust here is so tangible. She trusts him to know her limits. She also trusts he’ll push them.