There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.

Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts

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brand-new-in-box:

firstamongthefallen:

brand-new-in-box:

About a year ago I used to get so frustrated about not being able to cum. Today though… I’ve accepted it? Sometimes embrace it. I have even considered not cumming at all, ever. Tonight as I felt those tantalizing vibrations on my clit I realized something. I don’t crave to have an orgasm as I used to. I don’t get pissed off by the fact that I’m nowhere close to it. I’m no longer pursuing an orgasm, at least not in the same way as a year ago. With the same eagerness. Full of hope; the unrealistic kind. Which means I don’t get to feel all that infuriating frustration anymore. Well guess what. I miss it. And I want it back. I want to go back to square one just so I can get that feeling. The one I hated so. The one that tormented me for years.

@female-orgasm-denial had suggested that people reach out to you to taunt you about how they can come but you can’t. And I felt a little bit sad that I couldn’t join in that fun, because I not only can’t come, I’m not allowed to touch except under very particular circumstances.

But this, this I can tease you about. I have all that frustration that you miss. It all belongs to me. I’ve become the quean of gushing out hot tears of desperate longing, of knowing that I’d give ANYTHING to be thrown down and hatefucked into a squalling, mindwiping, eyerolling cum. Or, you know, even just allowed to have a little oopsy-that-edge-went-too-far disappointing ruined orgasm. But I know that I’m not allowed to come. My body and mind are very obedient to the man who holds that permission out of my reach, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not permitted to indulge in desperate extremes of frustration.

It is torment, and it is SO good.

At this point, I’d be distraught if I were allowed to come, because it would deprive me of this excruciating craving. It has only been a few weeks, and I’m awestruck by the probability that this frustration will not only not abate, but continue to intensify. I can’t even imagine how it could get worse… but I said that yesterday. And the day before. And the day before.

If someone had told me I was going to be jealous of you because of this particular situation over a year ago, I would’ve thought they were insane. Don’t get me wrong, I still believe this is insane. How can I crave what you’ve got? It’s something I’ve been fighting for quite a while now, yet I’d love to go back to the start. Touching myself over and over again, every single moment I could just to have my hips buck in frustration as I felt my chance to have an orgasm slipping right between my fingers. Day after day.

Fuck you are lucky!

prettyperversion:

Mixture of photos

@prettyperversion photographer

collaredmichael:

keephimcaged:

cb2000locked:

Make him believe that his chastity is permanent.

Make him think he’ll never cum again.

Make him realize that you are in control.

This is a really interesting one… I tried this recently and it was super hot. When we got our most recent metal cage it’s by far the most secure one we’ve got. He could still pull himself out with some effort but it’d still be stuck around his balls so it’s as permanent as it’ll get at this stage.

So anyway, after we’d tried it out we started a longer lock up about a week ago, and I did a long session where I teased him while he was tied (the new one is a solid ring so he put that on, as it’s hard to do, but it’s very easy to actually put the cock part on and lock it, so more and more I do that as it’s very hot for him when I do.)

Increasingly I’m taking pages out of his playbook. Reusing the things I LOVE when he’s in control and domming me. In this case it was telling him what I wanted him to say, even though it wasn’t what he wanted.

I lay next to him and teased him right as he was at the edge, he was begging to be allowed to cum, and beyond, he was now asking to just be ruined, just to have some kind of release. I love it when he gets to that point!

Instead I whispered in his ear, ‘Tell me to lock you back up’.
He didn’t do it at first, so I stopped stroking him to make my point.

‘Tell me to lock you back up, and that you don’t want to cum’

He did, and I felt his cock throbbing and amazingly it got even harder. I edged him again as a reward and after a few minutes…

‘Tell me this is how I should keep you, that this is better than cumming’

Again he did, and god it was so hot to hear him!

‘Tell me I should never let you cum, that I should click the lock shut, and never let you out again’

Again a pause, and he said it.

Then I let go over his cock, and gave him a kiss. And rolled back and scrolled through tumblr, as I waited for his cock to go back down. It took some time lol I shushed him when he said anything.

Then I straddled his legs, lubed his cock and quickly slid the cage part on, and I put the padlock through the hole, but didn’t shut it yet.

And this was the most intense bit. I looked into his eyes, and said, ‘Tell me again, tell me you want me to lock up your little cock and never let it out again.’

And he did and I clicked it shut, and then leaned forward on him and kissed him so hard and told him how much I loved him. I was so turned on, it was incredible. Interestingly I didn’t want to cum, it was just this amazing arousal (I’m really a little denial slut too).

Now look, obviously I don’t want him in the cage permanently!, and neither does he. But it was an amazing mixture of fantasy and roleplay and reality. And I refused to discuss it, lol, I wouldn’t confirm I was just kidding. And just to really fuck with him the next night, I didn’t let him out, I just had him fuck me with the strap on without any release for him at all.

The next night I did let him out, and I swear, I’ve never seen him so grateful. But omg he’d been so horny just from the mindfuck I gave him, it was delightful. The fact I whispered ‘Of course I was only playing darling, we haven’t got you pierced yet’ nearly sent him over the edge, lol

So yes, I love this caption! Learn to mess with him, he’ll adore it, and I think you will too.

Damn this is hot!!

jukeboxemcsa:

Everyone always thought it took drugs, or magic, or hypnosis or subliminal messages to turn a woman into your personal sex slave. Jacob knew better. It took just two things; patience, and a good supply of massage oil.

They’d been dating for about a month when Jacob let it slip that he’d worked as a massage therapist. Unsurprisingly, Betsy jumped at the chance to get a free rubdown from her boyfriend. From there, it was just a matter of time before she was his.

He started slowly, working the oil into her skin, talking to her in a low, soothing voice about nothing in particular. He let her body lead the way, the constant touch stirring wave after wave of endorphins that lulled her into a state of relaxation and calm. It was a lazy Saturday, she wasn’t worried about the time. It was the perfect opportunity.

He gradually began to massage her erogenous zones, sending tingles of arousal through her body to intensify the dopamine high. Once he was convinced she was no longer thinking, only feeling, he began slowly rubbing her clit. She tried to hump his fingers, her body already primed for orgasm, but she was too relaxed to do more than gently squirm under his touch.

He kept going for hours like that, keeping her just on the edge of cumming, his slick fingers swirling over and over on her sensitive clit. Her voice became slurred with pleasure, then slowly melted into whimpers and moans as the heavy doses of natural drugs took their toll on her ability to think.

Only then, after time had lost all meaning for her and her thoughts had dissolved into a cotton-candy blur of mindless bliss, did Jacob begin explaining to her what he wanted her to become. She couldn’t respond with words; she was too deep for that now. But the way her moans intensified told him that she was turning into the good girl he wanted her to be.

That didn’t mean he stopped.

walkfasterr:

I think I should go back to this icon

teasetoys:

td-games:

Between your thighs exists an ache with my name on it.

Good pets ache

wavepunk:

urkraft:

fallande:

kyool-x:

ganondilf:

An Armenian girl named Vika Oganesyan audition on the Voice with the fuCK DIVA DANCE SONG FROM THE FIFTH ELEMENT AND IT IS AMAZING.

There’s also a video here of her doing it IN COSTUME.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

the judge geeking out from the first few notes though

and she didn’t even need a synth like in the origional

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

diobreado

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