She knows them all, but she will never know which one was the first to fuck her.
They will all have her any way they want in the end, so she wouldn’t have been able to keep track anyway.
It was the best birthday she’s ever had.
I’m not saying I’m just saying…
Me: Spends an hour and a half masturbating.
Also me: “Where’d the morning go?”
Thought: Somehow a white ballgag like this looks even more profane than a garish red one.
Speaking of aesthetics.
Credits:
model: Tamasina Binsan
foto: Ksyusha Sazanovich
shibari: Maksim Kalakhari
Really into this aesthetic.
Pup keeps a butter knife in our freezer for knifeplay.
(Tip for those who don’t know: if you freeze a butter knife and blindfold your partner, it feels 100% sharper and more dangerous. Which can be incredible.)
Our roommate – an incredibly open and supportive and fantastic vanilla friend – was cleaning out the freezer the other day when she came about the knife. “How’d this get in here?” She wondered aloud.
"Oh, no, leave it there,“ I said. "Don’t worry about it."
She stared down at the knife for a minute before replacing it and saying, "this is some kind of sex thing, isn’t it?”
“Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how that impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.” – Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet.
The other night, Pup tied my wrists with rope, secured them to the headboard, and proceeded to fuck me with my knees bent up to my chest.
The knots were rather loose. So when we finished and Pup said goodnight, turned off the bedside lamp and rolled over without untying me, I wasn’t remotely worried about not being able to get out. But I decided to pursue it. “Hey,” I pouted.
“Yep?”
“You’re going to leave me this way?” I asked.
Pup snorted. “You could get out of that in a minute or two. I’ve seen you get out of much worse.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Do you want me to let you out, then?” Pup asked.
“No, but…”
“Damn it, woman,” Pup joked. “Make up your mind.”
I hesitated. I didn’t want him to let me out, but I didn’t want him to admit it would be so easy to get out. I guess I wanted him to gloat about it, maybe? But it’s weirdly hard for me to communicate the whole “I want to adamantly pout and say no even though I’m really enjoying this” thing.
Which I think might tie in with the fact that I struggle to ask for what I want and just end up hoping that my partner will just, you know, guess completely accurately. Which is incredibly unsustainable, I know, but sometimes I’m just entirely too shy or embarrassed to articulate what I really want.
Just when you figure you know all your kinks, the internet swoops in with something like this.
Rigging: GR3ND3L
Model: GR3ND3L and anonymous
January 2015
So a friend of mine once wore a mask like the one the rigger is wearing but for like shits and giggles at a [vanilla] party.
This is a person I’ve never really thought that way about ever but suddenly he’s up here in this mask and these pants that made his ass look great and showed off how powerful his legs were and, welp.
And I was just hanging out like WELP I GUESS I’M THE ONLY ONE SUDDENLY UNREASONABLY HORNY HERE GOOD TO KNOW.