I don’t know how you cunts do it.
In a way, you’re my life’s work, a puzzle I was built to ponder. I’ve spent years listening to you and analyzing your conflicted, constricted, and convoluted thoughts; you’re all such sad little knots, awaiting an Alexander to untangle you with the edge of a blade.… Read the rest “”
Silly boyfriends. They should worry less about me getting into their girlfriends’ pants, and worry more about me getting into their girlfriends’ heads.
My dick has never once taken a woman from another man. But those things I whisper in her ear when he’s not around, the way I make her feel like a scared little girl who just can’t help herself…?… Read the rest “Had a dream last night you were spanking me with a hairbrush. I asked if this counts as cheating on my boyfriend and you said no. I said: ‘keep the jeans on, that way it doesn’t count as cheating’.”
I feel more broken than before he and I started. And I’m grappling at straws here to try and not end the pain. Your posts always made me feel comfort – hope you don’t mind me reach out..
Endure the pain, sweetheart.… Read the rest “Any advice for getting over your first daddy/Dom in your first bdsm relationship?”
Not just a little, nor merely a lot; I want it to be always, and forever. I want you to weep rivers that mark your cheeks with their sediment, carving your anxieties into the soft terrain of your skin. I want your tears to impinge on every moment of your life, every aspect of your existence, until they taint even your joy, and you can no longer tell loss from love.… Read the rest “I want you to cry.”
I want to hang out with you at 2am, when the endorphins have abandoned you and the money’s been spent. I would consider it a gift to hold your face in my hands and watch the dead thing behind your eyes reassert itself in the moonlight.
Aw, you’re sweet. Good girl.
For the record, I love the relationship some of you have with this blog; y’know, those of you who like what I do, but don’t follow me because you know you need to control your intake, as if I’m a demonically decadent dessert that you both relish and dread.… Read the rest “Every so often I think of you and your blog and decide to stop by. It’s always the best decision ever. ❤️”
Sometimes I want to follow you there and take it from you, colonize it as I have every other aspect of your existence. You should know that you don’t deserve a refuge I cannot despoil, a private hell I cannot infest; the arid steppes of your imagination are mine, by the right of the conqueror over the conquered.… Read the rest “Where do you go when I fuck you?”
… Read the rest “all broken girls find a broken home eventually… right?”Finding a home and truly living in it are two different things.
In my experience, it took almost twenty years to teach her she didn’t need to flinch when I reached for her. It took fifteen years for her to figure out she no longer needed to lie to survive.
An excellent question. Why is modesty so revered? I maintain that a modest girl should have the same opportunity to be disrespected as anyone else.
Do you people have any idea how many creepy, evil-minded, clit-obsessed little perverts are out there right now, shrouded head-to-toe in eight layers of black-on-black fabric that they’ll tell you is fashion, but is really just a wall of goth clichés they’ve constructed to obscure the public view of their sickness?… Read the rest “Why must a woman be modest to be respected?”
Thank you! But I’m not sure it’s really all that strange; after all, we’ve been at this a while, you and I.
Whenever we meet, your instincts tell you that I’m dangerous, yet you somehow intuit that I mean you no harm.… Read the rest “You fascinate me, for some unknown reason. I am a feminist lesbian with a loving girlfriend, yet I am drawn to your page. However, I am not sexually aroused when viewing it, just strangely curious.”
