"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but Do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test."-
Essays in Love by Alain de Botton
"Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you."-Virginia Woolf (via wallflower-musings)
I fear the colors of life have been leaked from my soul.
I stand in a puddle of brown murk.
And beg to be seen!
In all my weakness.
My puffy pussy weeps for you!
A throbbing, drooling, painful desire.
I claw at the ache.
Desperate to silence its hunger.
Fill me as only your cock can.
Bury yourself in me Daddy, please!
Dig your tongue in deep…
And lap up every sweet, musky, cum-drenched tear.
"Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself."-Rumi
She was safe in Daddy’s arms.
Intimacy she’d never imagined.
Affection she’d never known.
He cleansed away the sorrow, the hurt that clung to her soul.
But now his arms were gone.
And the hurt weight heavily on her.
Brick’d and mortar’d her heart.
The rotting stench of emptiness filled her nostrils.
It was wrong!
Everything was wrong.
The loneliness…the ultimate filth.
Everywhere she looked, the dirt caked higher…thicker.
Tell her, please!
How is she to cleanse away this pain?
And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure, it’s that this boy is gonna crush me like a small bug, leave me so fucking broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died. But go ahead. I’m all yours. I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm, cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.
Her breath came in tiny spurts.
Teasing, tickling, tempting…
Yet offering no life.
The weight of unimaginable loss consumed her.
A swirling, vicious pain, the depths of which she’d never dreamt possible.
A tortuous death; inevitable…
She desperately clawed and gnashed through the tumult…
Determined, one way or another to keep her head above the waves.
I woke this morning exhausted and not feeling terribly well. something about too much wine and too much hash last night.
And not enough sleep.
But the incessant call of the alarm roused me from my warm bed—though not without cursing the jerk (me) that touted herself as such an early bird. Had I really so carelessly thrown out the idea of a good night’s rest for myself?
Sometimes I can feel the thing—that joy, that happiness—just beneath my tongue, or behind my eyes. Sometimes it’s right there where my ear meets my neck and every once in a while, when I least expect it, it is everywhere all at once. It is profound and all-encompassing—swaddling and lifting.
He lost his way
his troubles vanish
It boiled and bubbled within her…
The tormented thought of his touch.
Would he be gentle, like his kind, sensitive demeanor?
Or would the demonic gleam in his eye ignite as he tightened his fingers around her throat?
Would he slowly savor each delectable drop of her dripping cunt?
Or would he own that pussy, mastering each writhing wiggle as she threatened to tear the bed apart?
Would he plead for her doe eyes to meet his as she timidly licked his cock?
Or would he bury her tears and mascara in his pubes as he stretched her throat to it’s ball slapping, cock gurgling limits?
Would he pin her roughly beneath him, full weight stealing her ragged breaths?
Or would he bow to her, tiny hands grasping his wrists above him, grinding until she shivered in rapture?
Oh yes, she knew none of the questions mattered.
With just the sheer, breezy utterance of her name upon his lips…
He held all the answers.
And in no time flat, she’d be howling to the moon…
She’d never be tamed…
Little filly that she was…
But by God, she longed for someone brave enough to try.
I’m back in the town that I love.
Back in the country that I love.
Back with the man that I love. *Squeee!*
Back in (or..*ahem*…stripping out of) the clothing that I love…
I’M BACK MY DARLINGS!
Who wants to play?
(Source: photo source nymphoninjas)
Helllloooo, my darlings!
I haven’t been posting much and I won’t be posting much for at least the next week or so.
Life is a bit all over creation at the moment.
I am living in Puerto Rico right now (just January through end of March) and just got back from Hawaii. Now, Hawaii was an actual vacation but lordy…it has been hard not to be treating my time in Puerto Rico as a total vacation as well.
My mind is a tad fuzzy from rum punch and other hazy *ahem* un-inhibitors. ;)
Why Puerto Rico?
Well, I had to leave the AHmazing UK (and seriously, the place I consider heart and home) because my visa ran out. So I chose to explore a bit of the Ol’ Carib.
Now I’m attempting to clear the haze in my mind in order to rectify visa issues and get home!
I’m a-stressin’ to say the least and Delta is having to pay by falling to the wayside.
Things have been created…boundaries crossed…loins aching, holes stretching, tongues lashing, throats swallowing…
And they will come to fruition and be posted…SOON!
I promise my lovelies, and for those of you that sent me messages, I adore you for taking the time to write and I will without a doubt be getting back to you all, please just be patient.
I’LL BE BACK! (ugh so cheesy…)
Oh yes Daddy, you’ve made it quite clear…
You’re Dominant, I’m submissive.
I fully realize how this little game is played.
Allow me to get a little something off my chest…
You see, I want your cum.
All over me.
I want to bathe in it…
I want it seeping from every pore.
I need it sliding down my throat…
Filling my belly.
Oozing from my throbbing cunt…
Coating my impatient fingers…
Pooling in my tight little asshole…
You may “own” me…
BUT (!!!) make no mistake who owns that cock.
You will pant and plead.
Moan with devastating greed.
Squirm and scowl…and…
Revel, Master, in the game I’ve chosen to play…
And know I’ll go to whatever means necessary…
To fucking drain you dry…
(Source: gif source firesoul085)