October 2014 – Page 15 – Things I Like

No one.

No one.

EVER has a right to touch you if you don’t want to be touched.

Not your husband. Not your fiance. Not your boyfriend. Not your partner. Not your friends. Not even your own family.

You are a person and your body is your own. And it’s a privilege if you allow someone to touch it.

A god damn privilege that can be snatched up and you don’t owe anyone a reason but that it’s your body and only YOUR body.

femsubdenial:

cousegoodgirlsnevercum:

-oh god, may I cum?
-what?
-may I cum?
-what?
-may I cum, please?
-what?
-may I cum, please, Sir?
-that’s right princess. No, you may not cum.

😀

femsubdenial:

unixslut:

thebeautifullyinsatiablesp:

Oh my God do I !!!
*cuts a look at true-inked-dom* hehe

There are times when Amo pays a ton of attention to me and teases me past endurance, and I just kind of push away the covers and try to get at him. There are times when he walks in a room and I just am THERE… hands on his cock through his pants, pleading and needing. Denial strips you of your shame and embarrassment, and leaves you open, vulnerable, raw…

If he’s anything like me, that state would often be a goal. >:-}

marblechemist:

labyrinth-of-lucifer:

I really fucking hate it when guys act like marriage is literally the end of their lives like if it’s so fucking bad, and you hate it so much, don’t get fucking married and put your spouse through hell because you’re shit. If you feel trapped you’re doing it wrong.

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