This is the kind of face that I’d make to provoke my tumblr girlfriend Dacry.
It is without a doubt that this is the sort of brattiness that she will absolutely make me regret displaying. And give me reason to do it more often.
Elizabeth Ward Gracen
breasts
I think I would get this way, too, if I were in the position of having to dominate someone. The role would feel so foreign to me that I might overdo it to the point of being theatrical.
Hopefully, by this point in my trip, this has not happened. At least, not without my consent.
Yours
The way my head buzzes when I’ve been subjected to sensory deprivation is almost like a high to me.
My girl A’s boyfriend is an international student here from one of “those” countries. He’s very progressive, despite having spent his whole life in a very conservative area. But, that’s apparently not as uncommon as the media makes it out to be.
He’s apparently been getting a lot of crap for dating A. She’s American. She’s biracial, but not of his race on either side. She’s in no way slutty, but the fact that the two of them want to hold hands in public, here in America, has really upset some of his more conservative friends who go to school here.
So I give him a ton of props for staying in a relationship with her. Sure, she’s gorgeous and funny and awesome. But the fact that he has to handle so much bullshit about it really proves to me that he’s a keeper. And I’m very, very proud to call him one of my best friends.
Fuck yeah revolution.
It’s his. And you can’t see it.
It doesn’t matter that she wishes you could. Or that she’s hoping he’ll spread his middle and ring fingers, opening her lips to you as an invitation. Or that she’s been looking at you with that same coy smile all day, letting thoughts of you taking that which he has hidden from you tumble around her mind.
You wonder if she’s wet under that hand. Part of you already knows the answer to that. You wonder what she tastes like. That you don’t know the answer to. He won’t grant you the privilege of that knowledge.
She’s surrendered herself to him this way out of her own free will. He chooses who sees her, who touches her, who tastes her, who fucks her. And he chooses who she gets to see, touch, taste and fuck. Judging by the hand going over her eyes, he can tell what you’re doing with her mind. And you can tell that you’ve clearly overstayed your welcome in there.
Where is this from? I want this in every color.
it’s like a massive bow tie for your tits
Let’s pretend the perfect breasts aren’t there for a second. They would make my answer as to why I love this woman too obvious.
But let’s go over that little cat that ate the canary grin she pulls off time and time again in her pictures. Her cute little face. Her adorable little ‘tude.
She hasn’t turned up on here in a while. It’s probably because there are only so many ways I can say I want this woman to be my girlpet before it gets played. But, oh, it still rings true.
The power play here is incredible. For as amazing total and complete submission by a good girl is, there is something so sexy and playful about a submissive that bites back. Sure, most dominant partners can’t stand it after a certain point. But, hey, a little brattiness always throws a little flavor into the pot.
And the pre-Colombian art tattoo (sue me if it’s not, some Maya or Aztec or what have you could’ve so made that) on his arm is just killing me. Their stuff is always so strangely, primally erotic.