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(via randomlyerotic)
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(via jordanneleeox)
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It’s not enough just to be inside you, that’s not enough of a shared connection. I know that sounds greedy, and I know that’s what you want, but it’s not enough.
I need to feel your hands on my skin, because hands know what they want and how to get it. I want to feel your lips against my mouth, because they’re so very soft. I want to brush my mind against yours and watch the sparks fly, set off Guy Fawkes Night in our heads, a private show just for me and you. I want to overload you with endorphins, and watch the pinwheel spin.
I want to put my hand on you, and for you to instinctually reach out for me, because it’s not enough that I’m inside you, I want to be outside you too. And you want to feel me on your outsides just as I fill your insides.
Because I’m not just a cock, and you’re not just a cunt. There’s so much more between us, and over us, and under us. It’s why I don’t give a fuck about fucking, the first time we talk. It’s on my mind, of course it’s on my mind, (it’s always on my mind), but it’s not sitting there at the top of the list. I want to get to know you, set off the fuses that make the pretty lights, and then sit back and watch the show. The fucking is the fun afterwards, the sparklers so that you can paint the air afterwards.
But without the fireworks the sparklers are just an eccentricity, something odd you’re doing just for the fun of it. You need context, and that’s me and you, hands on hips, mind against mind, setting off explosions.
(via firstsin)
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(via spankandtickle)
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(via spankandtickle)
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Well I let go of my cuckold.
I have no Master or Daddy.
I have no one.
Starting for feel undesirable despite getting hit on. I’m not really wanting physical validation of my appearance. I want someone that I can talk to. Not a boyfriend or girlfriend. Just a friend that will tell me I’m not full of hot air and actually matter.
My depression is popping up again. No I will not seek therapeutic help or medicinal.
I have been withdrawing from my friends. They either live too far away for me to want to explain my life to them or they live in my area and I can’t relate to them.
I feel like I can’t really relate to anyone. Ugh. Pity party, table for 1.
My stress levels are out of control and no one realizes it. Either I don’t tell them or I am hiding it well and they can’t see it. Regardless I’m in my own stress, depression and loneliness bubble.
That has been today’s rant. Brought to you by a whining chick. You’re welcome.
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Pretty much
(via firstsin)
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Those of you who feel this way, may I ask you a question?
“Why” is it you think that?
Braioch: Because sometimes, it’s hard to imagine someone looking at you and thinking, “God, just seeing them warms me and talking to them makes my day. I couldn’t be more in love if I tried.”
It’s not a lack of self-esteem, or a low sense of self-worth. You just deal with yourself on such a daily basis, you get used to yourself. Those things become old hat, not something to fawn over and find endearing. It isn’t that I think I’m not worthy of love, I just can’t wrap my head around it as I love myself, not in love with myself.
Interesting.
This is also a response I’ve gotten a few times in my inbox.
It seems people aren’t feeling they deserve to be loved because they don’t consider themselves remarkable enough for that, or don’t consider themselves ready for it, or actually met bastards who actually told them straight to the face that they don’t deserve it.That are the three reactions I’ve gotten so far.
To those who have been told they don’t deserve love: You do, no matter what some assholes tell you. It’s their attempts to hold you down, because they are afraid of you. The moment you do find someone, they know that all of their insults are rendered jokes, which makes them jokes, so they try to keep you down.
To those who feel they aren’t something special: It’s not true. Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean you’re not still able to amaze and astonish another person. In fact, the most humble of persons are usually the most awesome people to talk with.
To those who don’t feel ready for love yet: Take your time, get there at your own pace, but don’t wait for too long. Sometimes you have to take up opportunities where they present themselves, please. You can make someone pretty damn happy if you do that.
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Minus the panties, this is probably my favorite spanking position. :) It’s humiliating (in that good way), serves up your ass from hip to mid-thigh, and it’s actually really hard to wiggle away. When the pervert who can’t leave your poor ass alone gets hard (‘cause, let’s face it, he’s GONNA) it leaves his bulge perfectly placed for the pervert who loves getting her ass spanked to rub her wet (‘cause, let’s face it, she WILL BE) pussy. Mmhmm. Good times. ;)
I may cry…. My pussy is so sad.
