I appreciate how the tumblr community is really gunning for this.
I woke up this morning to find a few fun things in my inbox pertaining to that. I’m sure they’ll trickle onto here throughout the day.
Month: December 2012
So I’m going to send you porn that I think you’ll like. Yes, I know it’s unsolicited and it’s 4:30 in the morning. But don’t judge, this is healthy.
An actual message I found this morning from the Southern Gentleman in my Facebook inbox.
Link to this image submitted by sage-green, who appears to be taking my upcoming birthday VERY seriously.
Followers, you’ve officially got a week as of ten minutes ago.
Her feet are impeccably clean right now.
If she’s brave enough to stay, that will change pretty soon.
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.“ – Roberto Bolaño.
What makes you cry?
Standard- Dick down my throat.
- That part in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind where you realize that the reason he has forgotten the lyrics to “Oh My Darling Clementine” because he has wiped his memory of her. Essentially, this man forgot a significant part of his childhood over love. The symbolism and whatnot there kills me.
And literally nothing else except maybe when strangely depressing questions like these turn up in my askbox.
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Eight
By the time he had finished with me, it was nearly midnight, I had been wearing the plug for about eight hours and I was unbelievably subspaced. Craftsmate sat me up in bed and helped me to drink some water.
My head slumped down against his chest and he stroked my hair. I was at this point where the lights had stopped being harsh on my eyes and everything looked a little glassy. He tucked me into his bed and sat down at his desk beside the bed to get some work done.
At one point, he reached out and held my hand. After a few moments, I drew my hand back and tugged on one of his fingers playfully. “Chinese finger trap,” I joked as he tried to pull his finger back.
He yanked his finger out of my hand and shook his head. “Your vagina’s a Chinese finger trap.”
Count me in for your birthday lesbian orgy :)
StandardSee, now it’s a thing, guys.
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Seven
Once he had finished flogging me, Craftsmate reached up and tilted his lamp so the light hit my cunt. Pulling up a chair, he sat down in front of me and calmly pulled my labia apart. He picked up a roll of duct tape and started to tape me open, securing my labia to the inside of my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled around the gag. He ignored me and started to tease his fingers over my terribly exposed pussy.
Eventually, he picked up a knife and traced the dull end over my labia, slit and clitoris. I practically jumped through the roof, unable to contain myself as he continued to violate my helpless pussy with his fingers and the knife. I shuddered every time he pushed the dull end against me, my eyes wide and my fingers fluttering uselessly in their bonds.