Break her heart and make her cum.
Speak to her boldly, in her native tongue.
Break her heart and make her cum.
Speak to her boldly, in her native tongue.
Shall it be a far-off meadow, beside a lonely shade tree, as your fingers claw your anguish into the dirt and your thin, choked cries of despair are met with the songs of disinterested birds? Would you be inclined to distantly, dispassionately observe the progress of a solitary ant across your forearm as I do things to your body that will cleave it from its senses?… Read the rest “Pick Your Spot”
We’re both disappointed in your body. We both hate your mother. We both wish you weren’t so fucking stupid. We both wonder how low you’ll sink for me, and if I’ll hold you under when you want to come up. We both know I’m sending you to hell, and we both know you deserve the flames.… Read the rest “”
As men, we break so many things. The least I can do is look you in the eye and acknowledge the mess we’ve made of you.
You’re welcome.
I love it when you talk dirty to me.
Go ahead, baby: tell me it’s all your fault.
I routinely hear from girls who wish they lived near me, but none of them ever do. Today, I randomly stumbled across someone from the kinky side of Tumblr who actually *does* live practically on my doorstep… and I will never, ever tell her.… Read the rest “”
I think it’s cute that so many of you are surprised and/or disappointed when I’m polite, pay you a compliment, or otherwise treat you like you’re a human being. It’s as if you’re nervously expecting to be attacked by a rampaging sex-ogre, but instead end up getting a pat on the head from Shrek.… Read the rest “”
Many things to talk about here, in no certain order.
1. I’m responding to this because you caught me in a moment where your comments intersected with some of my current thinking, and you managed to keep your contempt-to-politeness ratio somewhat reasonable.… Read the rest “Congrats on recognizing the obvious: that females who crave abuse are mentally unfit. So many d/s blogs try to make out that they’re “normal” when it’s very clear that their behavior is so outside the norm it’s not even in the ball field. Not judging, of course, it takes all kinds, but never pretend that you don’t belong with them.”
Of course I like you broken. You all go through *so* much bullshit as women, with life slowly molding you into creepy little emotional athletes; by the time you get to me, you’re finely tuned fuck-up-machines who need the right kind of man to work you out and keep your twisted minds spinning in place.… Read the rest “Do you like us girls broken?”
I like when I scare you a little, and the way your fear makes you instinctively retreat into your femininity.
I like the way your womanhood so often manages to cloak you and entangle you and gracefully, delicately strangle you.