I still haven’t given up on the idea of that road trip, baby.
gag
I’m heading to bed with a serious case of porno brain.
And a desire to have all sorts of horrible things happen to me.
Oh. My.
I’m hanging out with the lovely worthlessrapemeat tonight and getting dinner at a place we both love.
She kind of looks like the pretty meanie in this gif.
Except she’s prettier.
And meaner.
I’m trying to imagine spending a day like this. Blind and silent, left to crawl around on my hands and knees. Occasionally, being grabbed by the hips and pulled over to be used. Otherwise, just stuck in this dark little world, totally helpless.
“None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust.” – Paolo Coelho, Brida.
…and that is how you break up with a girl.
Seriously?
Break up?
This is like a date for us.
So, who do I have to talk to if I want to spend an evening that way?
I love how you can just see the severity of that gag in the protrusion of her cheeks, in the tension in her brows, in the panic in her eyes.
I love the contrast between the dehumanization that the hood offers and the tenderness of the way he’s speaking to her and petting her.