I’ve been having more and more grownup sexual fantasies lately. It makes me wonder if I’m approaching the day where I no longer want to be little in bed. I’ve always been curious about whether this would happen.
I’m not saying I’m done with the littleness yet. Just that I can feel things shifting, and I’m curious about what that means.
(via xemxija, humanerror)
Wow. Commentary. Does prowlingman hang out outside my bedroom window?
Stay still. I’m going to test to see if you are ready for it….if you were a good little whore and stretched your ass so it is ready for my cock now. From the looks of your cuntlips, I’d say you enjoyed the task.
(via theladycheeky)
I have such a big thing for ambiguous power dynamics. I love the mystery of not being able to tell who’s in charge, or for how long.
In my mind, this is her once-in-awhile Girl’s Night. She gets to tease and deny him to her heart’s content. But at opportune moments, he catches her eye and reminds her that turnabout is fair play. She’ll be his again in the morning, and he’s not going to forget…
It is VERY hard to figure out who’s in charge here, isn’t it?
She was in one of those moods. You knew the ones, you let her have her way. Giving a soft chuckle when she shoved you down. Her lips moving down your back, teasing kisses along your spine. You reminder her that soon enough it would be your turn and paybacks were always fun. That unseen look passed over her features. That wicked seductive smile. Her teeth sank into your ass hard. Hips jerking as you groaned her name. Her hand moved down to take your balls in her hand. She stroked them, tugged and squeezed. All the while her mouth moved down between the crack of your ass. Her tongue pressing flat against that dark hole. She licked, teased, blew warm air to add to the pleasure. Her tongue stiffened as she pressed it into you. Work it’s way in and out. She loved that your hips moved with her. That your body responded the way she knew it would.
I love love love how the look on her face says “Uh-oh…” And you just know he’s gone to get something bigger and worse.
(Source: yesdaddy)
Most of the time, when I see a picture I’ve posted get reblogged with new commentary, I prefer my own. It’s not so much ego; it’s that I know what gets me off better than most strangers do. This particular caption, however… yum. I particularly like the visceral language “child like whimpers.” That little boy mewling sound? Gives me the erotic shivers.
When I say I enjoy androgynous men, it doesn’t mean I like men who wear eye liner and straighten their hair.
It means I like men with feminine qualities; especially in the boudoir.
Allow me to insert a strap on every so carefully into your anus and then violently fuck the manhood out of you.
Allowing your soft, child like whimpers bounce off the cold walls and into my ears to motivate my every thrust.
Then, when all is said and done. You can take back your roll as the “dominant” male and exert some force upon me.
Or into me, if you will.
(via littlegirlyone)
I’ve posted this before, probably commenting on how sexy it is that she’s asleep, and he’s so sweetly worshipful.
God damn, that’s sexy.
(Source: cherrymonk, via layzeyes)
He’ll take what he wants when he’s ready. She knows better than to try to get away.
(Source: fvbrice, via squidintestines)
she hopes that he’s taking her to the bedroom. in fact, he’s taking her to the basement.
(via bluebeardswife)
Humiliation plus pain equals littlegirly wiggles. Fuck.
I love love love the way she’s covering her face. And I’m extremely jealous of the little bitch.
Every time I’ve ever been positioned for a beating, I have pleaded, doe-eyed, Daddy, please don’t hurt me too bad. Because I’m scared of pain, really truly. I don’t like hurting, and I find it hard to give up and give in to the horrible hot repetition of owies.
But pictures like this make me wish I were braver. Because I find her bruises incredibly pretty and sexy. And I do want them. I just don’t know if I have it in me to take them.
(via dangwow)
I masturbated with the hitachi this afternoon, and then I took a lovely, hourlong nap. I am such a boy: I always feel so sleepy after I come. I totally don’t relate to the stereotype of the girl who wants to talk as soon as the fucking is over. Not me! I’m lights out.
Today I was having this awesome fantasy about being fucked in the ass, and being told to squeeze my muscles around his cock. So sexy and humiliating! I whisper to myself when I’m getting off. I mean, I top myself, saying things that “squeeze your little ass on Daddy’s cock.” And when I come, I tell myself I’m a good girl.
Probably TMI, and I know, I’m a huge dork. But whatevs.
