I haven’t been on the other end of a leash in quite a while and this picture makes me a little achey.
fantasy
I just want to spend a whole day tied up and helpless. That’s all, really.
A love the little peek of the boot in the corner of this, the implication that not only is someone watching her, but someone’s letting it happen to her.
“I’ve always had a hard time differentiating between people who hate me and people who want to fuck me. Usually, because, I finally realized, there’s often a great deal of overlap.” – Elisa Albert, After Birth.
(Because uh [pretend] hate-fucking is pretty damn hot to me.)
Let’s call it coping. But a recent upswing of (non-violent) break-ins in my area gave me a lot of anxiety. And somehow that coincided with me having one or two “stranger in the night” type fantasies. Which is super, super problematic for sure. But it is what it is.
Because spring is finally, finally here and I think I’ve earned this after a particularly crappy winter.
Also now Pup thinks he might be into latex so uh thanks Zoolander 2.
A position she’d always wanted, to know that she was helpless to their impulses. It wasn’t merely their fingers and mouths however that caused her nipples to be so achingly hard and her pussy so wet, it was the fact that she understood just how well they knew her body so intimately inside and out. The knowledge that they both knew just how it felt, and that they’d keep at it until she was screaming for them to stop. Knowing that they’d maybe even keep playing with her past that point made her body pulsate with arousal even more; after all, they knew just what her body really desired.
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Um. Yeah. This.
Sometimes, when the weather is nice, I jog over one of these on my running route.
And, yeah, of course I’ve thought about it.
I’ll admit that a lot of my fantasies revolve around me receiving a lot of attention.