am i the first person you think about everyday?...

May 27

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sinfulpassions:

mmmm. this would be lovely.
May 27

sinfulpassions:

mmmm. this would be lovely.

(via sexually-frustrated)

May 27

(via temptationandlust)

sudoovi:

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May 26

sudoovi:

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(via teasing-sanctuary)

May 26

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delectabledeviants:

At the restaurant this evening, who would have guessed such a beautiful dress could be used so fervently against you. Certainly not you, by any means.
As soon as I saw those straps, tied so elegantly around you neck, my cock throbbed at the thought of undoing them, tightening them around your throat as I pushed inside you for the first time .. a fist controlling each strap .. controlling you and your breathing.
The though of using them as a gag came later, when i’d tied you down and was tired of your words. I purely wanted your gaze, as I teased your breasts free with a lingering pinch of your nipples, as I hitched up your dress and pulled down your knickers.
To watch you as you wonder where I will play with your first - and to what degree. Will my kisses upon your thighs, bring forth deep pushing of my tongue swirling inside your cunt, spreading your naughtiness over your clit?
Perhaps i’ll suck hard on your nipples, finger you roughly and watch you react?
Or maybe i’ll lay beside you and whisper you stories. Tell tales of what I *might* do to you .. or might not. And watch you writhe, pull against your binds, rub your thighs together for any demeaning degree of pleasure you might seek to reach - and watch the fire in your eyes, your breathing ignite .. your moaning gagged by the binds. of such a beautiful dress. Of such a wonderful evening. And such a scintillating conclusion.
How to pleasure you?
How to punish you?
And as to which do you truly ‘deserve’?
May 25

delectabledeviants:

At the restaurant this evening, who would have guessed such a beautiful dress could be used so fervently against you. Certainly not you, by any means.

As soon as I saw those straps, tied so elegantly around you neck, my cock throbbed at the thought of undoing them, tightening them around your throat as I pushed inside you for the first time .. a fist controlling each strap .. controlling you and your breathing.

The though of using them as a gag came later, when i’d tied you down and was tired of your words. I purely wanted your gaze, as I teased your breasts free with a lingering pinch of your nipples, as I hitched up your dress and pulled down your knickers.

To watch you as you wonder where I will play with your first - and to what degree. Will my kisses upon your thighs, bring forth deep pushing of my tongue swirling inside your cunt, spreading your naughtiness over your clit?

Perhaps i’ll suck hard on your nipples, finger you roughly and watch you react?

Or maybe i’ll lay beside you and whisper you stories. Tell tales of what I *might* do to you .. or might not. And watch you writhe, pull against your binds, rub your thighs together for any demeaning degree of pleasure you might seek to reach - and watch the fire in your eyes, your breathing ignite .. your moaning gagged by the binds. of such a beautiful dress. Of such a wonderful evening. And such a scintillating conclusion.

How to pleasure you?

How to punish you?

And as to which do you truly ‘deserve’?

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forget-my-past:

psychotic-suicide:




Enter into hell; my dear 




Save them
May 25

forget-my-past:

psychotic-suicide:

Save them

(via tears-in-her-eyes)

May 25

(via psychotic-suicide)

rubyrubyruby-rubysoho:

The journey of your teasing touch. From your thumb caressing my pouty lower lip to your hand grasping my left breast, you leave goosebumps and quivering muscles in your wake. Sliding down my abdomen, my hand rests on top of yours as it makes its way to where I want and need it the most. You have other plans though. Pushing my hand away, your hand goes to my inner thigh and back up to my abdomen, before finally settling on my mound, your fingers becoming dampened by my juices.
Teasing. Torturing.
Fucking perfect.
May 25

rubyrubyruby-rubysoho:

The journey of your teasing touch. From your thumb caressing my pouty lower lip to your hand grasping my left breast, you leave goosebumps and quivering muscles in your wake. Sliding down my abdomen, my hand rests on top of yours as it makes its way to where I want and need it the most. You have other plans though. Pushing my hand away, your hand goes to my inner thigh and back up to my abdomen, before finally settling on my mound, your fingers becoming dampened by my juices.

Teasing. Torturing.

Fucking perfect.

(Source: lustfulxfantasies, via hardasacock)

May 25

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