I miss the rain.
Sydonie
She was terribly selfish when it came to pleasure. She only wanted to feel fingers and mouths upon her own needy body and rarely took the incentive to return the favor. The way she saw it with other men, just letting them have her in such a way was doing them a favor.
But not with him, he won’t stand for that sort of selfishness. He’ll stop touching her all together, stop playing her body the way he does so well. And, when she’s finally so frustrated by the inability of her own fingers to mimic the feeling of someone else’s hands, she’ll come to him. He’ll present her with two options: be a good girl and give him her mouth or simply just go without.
Sitting down is not going to help you, brat.
Now stand up, touch your toes and learn your lesson.
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.” D.H. Lawrence, Self Pity.
But my other side is marked with “SAINT.” Darkness & light coexist in all of us.
“Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.” Joyce Carol Oates, On Boxing.
sweatspitcumglitterandbruises:
belts are a man’s strongest extension of himself. oh no wait that’s his cock.
THIS PICTURE.
IT IS FULL OF UNF.
Another one of Ivy’s childhood fantasies that got more perverse as time went on: Being kidnapped and subjected to all sorts of vile experiments. The belt-themed bondage is perfect here. Being strapped down was one of the earliest and most consistent aspects of the fantasy. As for the experiments, well, I’ll leave that up to your imagination. They were certainly fascinating according to what was tumbling around in mine.
I’ll admit it. Sometimes I get curious.
Sometimes, it feels exactly like that.