Her perfume

July 2, 2017

i will wade out

July 2, 2017

wethinkwedream:

i will wade out
                       till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                      Alive
                                                with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                      in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                           Will i complete the mystery
                                           of my flesh
I will rise
              After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
            And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

e.e. cummings

begging and pleading

July 2, 2017

CBT can be used for control. The first thing which comes to mind is chastity and the great pains some of my subjects have endured during longer sentences. Chastity in and of itself can have volumes written on it, but I will describe some of the pains my submissives have reported. One of my charges was locked in a Ms. Lori’s Tube. If you’re not familiar, this device requires a genital piercing. The device incorporates the piercing to firmly hold you in. Any stirrings are quite painful. This reminded my charge of his place and who had control over him…constantly. Of course there is also the release part. Having another charge utilize Biofreeze as lubricant for his release was a shock to him. He could not release and therefore was put back into chastity. In this case he had the psychological torment of not being able to release as well as the physical anguish. He was a begging and pleading mess that promised nearly anything in exchange for his sentence to be ended. Control the orgasm…control the man.

Natalya Sadici
Vixen Sadist

talk dirty

July 2, 2017

Oh, is my baby’s little pussy finally getting wet?” He put his hand on her knee. She tried to cross her legs. “Yes, and it’s a lot. It feels very messy.” He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. “Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.”

Lexi Blake
A Dom is Forever

“I want you,” she said. “Naked.”

His nostrils flared as if he was soaking in the scent of her arousal. “Tally, honey, I can’t get any more naked. That’s my cock you’re playing with.”

She grazed him lightly, very lightly, with her teeth for that remark. He swore again but didn’t make any attempt to take control. “I want you,” she said, “naked and on your front.”

“Why?” A suspicious growl.

“So I can stroke you. Pet you. Love you.” She ran her nails along the inside of one thigh, felt him shudder. “At least half an hour.” Bending again, she closed her mouth over the top of his erection without warning. Something definitely tore this time.

“Fuck!”

She released him. “Yes?”

“Yes! Damn it, yes! Now suck me or I’m going to have you on your back so fast, you’ll—” His threat ended in a roar as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit.

Clay, she decided, tasted good. Very good. She liked giving him this pleasure. But more, she liked that he allowed her to see the extremity of his reaction, no holds barred. So she loved him, learned him, tasted him. And when he tugged at her hair to pull her off him, she resisted.

Nalini Singh
Mine to Possess

All the lot. Their spunk is gone dead. Motor-cars and cinemas and aeroplanes suck that last bit out of them. I tell you, every generation breeds a more rabbity generation, with India rubber tubing for guts and tin legs and tin faces. Tin people! It’s all a steady sort of bolshevism just killing off the human thing, and worshipping the mechanical thing. Money, money, money! All the modern lot get their real kick out of killing the old human feeling out of man, making mincemeat of the old Adam and the old Eve. They’re all alike. The world is all alike: kill off the human reality, a quid for every foreskin, two quid for each pair of balls. What is cunt but machine-fucking! — It’s all alike. Pay ’em money to cut off the world’s cock. Pay money, money, money to them that will take spunk out of mankind, and leave ’em all little twiddling machines.

D.H. Lawrence
Lady Chatterley’s Lover

Oh, Popeye, no –

July 2, 2017

do the same to me

July 2, 2017

I want to make love to you, Rhone. I want to fill your ass with my penis and fuck you until you love it just as much as I do. I want to suck your dick and eat your balls until your cum coats my tongue and throat. I want you to do the same to me. I want to come inside you, in your mouth, in your ass, on your chest, marking you as mine in a way you can feel even when I’m not by your side. That’s what I want. It’s what I’ve wanted ever since you told me I could have a different, better life and then took the time to care and to show me how to care about myself. I want everything you can give, and I want to offer you everything that I am.

Cameron Dane
Finding Home