in the mood

November 19, 2017

Not gonna lie…

Really in the mood to watch a boy whimper while he plays with himself for me. Seeing him wiggle and squirm, hearing him moan and beg. Watching him pull his legs together when he has a moment of embarrassment…before he loses himself in the heat of serving his Mistress…

(Beautiful Trash Angel)

Do you believe him…?

November 19, 2017

A little comic art…

November 19, 2017

Undressed…

November 19, 2017

Shadows

November 19, 2017

Her body was wrapped in shadow like moth wings: like rose-petals…

Stephen King
Bag of Bones

time’s malleability

November 19, 2017

a clock

We live in time – it holds us and molds us – but I never felt I understood it very well. And I’m not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing – until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.

Julian Barnes
The Sense of an Ending

Wild is, of course, her favourite colour…

The bite marks your teeth leave are reminders of our ecstasy…

I will bring your demons to their knees….

A firm grip on her neck makes her feel powerless. Choking intensifies her orgasm…