CN: This piece includes discussion of trauma and sexual assault. This is a waltz Thinking about our bodies What they mean For our salvation With only the clothes That we stand up in Just the ground On which we stand Is the darkness Ours to take? Suspirium, Thom Yorke She is…
Their cock is a thing of beauty. Just the right length, the perfect thickness, wrapped in his fist and then, when he drops it, landing hard and heavy on the pale expanse of their belly. He lies on his front between their open legs, and as he lowers his head he closes his eyes. They’re…
It’s hard work, topping people. Fun of course- oh God, absolutely. So much fun, for her and everyone involved; those she’s fucking, and those who get to watch. You can see how much she loves the buildup, the performance of it. With her feet firmly planted like a Principal Boy taking the stage in the…
I want more. I want all of you, all of it. Everything you have to give, every inch of it. I want every pore, every wrinkle, every drop of sweat and tear and come. I want the hair and ink and breath of you. I want you inside me. Fingers, cock, tongue. I want…
I tried to write a heartfelt goodbye to Tumblr but failed, so instead here’s a classic piece of @wenchyalicorn showpony- ing. Here’s to you, Tumblr. You changed my fucking life.
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It hasn’t been an easy week. He is recovering from the closing of an enormously stressful chapter in his life; I have been struggling with overwhelming insecurities. Fears about our future, envy of the time he spends with other partners, terror that one day I will show him so many of these nighttime corners that…
Guys- there’s a little stripe of red along my thigh crease and I’m guessing it can only be from having my knickers torn off last night. That’s kinda cool, huh.
Take your knickers off, he tells me. I step out of them, and carefully bend over to pick them up. He takes the knickers and stuffs them in my mouth through the narrow metal aperture. I taste myself on the damp cotton.