So, I saw the preview for this porn the other day. James Deen carrying out a really cute girl’s (his girlfriend in the video) fantasy to be abducted and tortured. It’s a fantasy I have, enacted by a man I adore.
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“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” – Zelda Fitzgerald.
“Things don’t look much different now from where I stand
Looking for you, camera in hand
Someone’s gone away
And someone’s gotten taller
But the world stopped turning and the universe is much smaller
Since you showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form.”
She’s smiling because she’s gotten exactly what she wants.
And templeofbablon strikes again.
On my cunt.
Like a gosh darn electric storm.
So you want a fight? That’s fine – just remember this: I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you, I’ve been doing this for longer than you, and I’m definitely more vicious than you. I don’t play fair, I know exactly what you’re scared of, and I certainly don’t think it’s wrong to punch girls.
Shall we begin, little girl? I think it’s time to begin.
This commentary is beautiful. If you’re not currently following templeofbabalon, you’re a fool.
A cage proves to be an excellent frame through which to view one’s sub. Without freedom, stripped of volition, one can simply admire the creature itself – no longer entangled in plans, goals or responsibilities; no longer defined by clothes, style or role; no longer obscured by action, movement or achievement. Just the bare creature itself, just the self with no place to hide.
And to think, at your last hotel, all you found on your bed was a mint.
Would someone just…please?
She said she’d be his muse. And so he made her art.
I’m feeling pulled taut.