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i can physically see all the fight leaving me

i cannot do it anymore

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i think parents loathe their first born as much as they love them

i can feel it in my bones everytime we interact

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broke down mid-sex

and he did not complain. just stayed. gathered me up in his arms until i was ready to talk about it

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i know. i know that loving people like me is hard. people who have walls built around their hearts because they have been broken time and again by people they loved and trusted, people who they gave their everything to.

but no one has got the patience to stick around long enough for me to feel safe. everyone just ends up giving up or leaving too soon

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i LOVE how most men are pigs

narrow-minded even

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Yep. No quickie, and also you described my favourite position for fucking your mouth. Answer 67 and 68 for me?

67. Considering you ABSOLUTELY WOULD HAVE to do the next thing your partner will ask you to. What do YOU wish that would be?

68. Do you trust your partner enough to be their no-limit sex slave for 24 hours? Why not? What would be the limits?

67. uhmm.. i have constantly been thinking about having my ass caned while being tied up... so

68. i do trust my partner to be a 24h sex slave.. my hard limits are golden shower, toilet play and blood play

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Show your tits

keep dreaming

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Nope nope. 30.

what is your favorite position to give oral? and to receive?

giving.. i love doing that on my knees or with my head hanging off the bed

receiving.. whatever the master chooses

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I want to ask all of the questions. But answer 23 for now.

what is your favourite thing about a quickie?

I don't like quickies

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to everyone who thinks that girls can only be loved when they are slim and don't occupy too much space...

FUCK OFF

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cannot stop thinking about the time he fucked my ass with a knife handle

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hello are you a submissive slave ?

yes, only to the person who earned it

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Reminder to everyone with boobs..

did you do your self-breast examination yet? do it as soon as possible, because we love them girls

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i wish i had it in me to do drama or casually force myself into something i wasn't invited to

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Confession time...

Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.

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so, i received an ask telling me not interact with blog that mention 'Women DNI'..

if you can see this post, i hope you know that i am sorry for making your uncomfortable and i'll try and be more mindful when i interact with post from now on...

I am sorry

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You whisper some words of praises and degradation as you work the ropes around my body until my face is pressed against the pillow, my ass in the air and my arms tied to my legs. All my holes are on complete display for you to appreciate and use.

"As expected of a slut. Already dripping down your thighs," you say as you press a finger against my wet pussy.

"Let's see how much of a mess you would have made once I am done with you tonight. What do you say, princess? Shall we begin?" you ask.

I eagerly nod against the pillow. "Yes, sir. I am ready for whatever you have to give me."

You hum a response and turn to the table where you have everything arranged in an orderly manner. I cannot see what you pick because of my position, but I know you LOVE tormenting me.

I feel the tresses of my favourite flogger caressing my lower back. You run it from my upper back to the curve of my ass and then back again creating goosebumps on my skin. I hear the whip of air before I feel several strikes of the flogger on my ass, my back and upper thigh.

The delicious sting of the flogger, makes me moan and whimper. You walk towards my face to caress my hair. You shove the handle of the flogger into my mouth.

"Keep it in. Make it fall from your filthy little mouth and you'll be punished. Understood?" you say gruffly.

You go back to the table and pick up the cane. I know it is a cane when you nudge my swollen clit with its tip. I moan around the flogger.

You strike my ass with the cane until you are satisfied with the shade of red that it leaves behind. I bite down on the flogger with every stroke of the cane. So hard that my jaw hurts.

You rub your hand on my ass, soothing the sting from the cane. Just when I think you are about to put the cane aside, I hear the crack of the air before the cane hits my wet and swollen clit.

The surprise of the pain and the sudden rush of pleasure courses through my veins, make me cry out loud, tears running down my face.

"Tsk. Tsk. Baby, you had one job to do, but you chose to disobey and moan like a whore that you are.."

That is when I realise that I let the flogger fall from my mouth. Fuck. Now, I'll be punished.