Depends on why he’s being nice, I suppose.
For example, perhaps he doesn’t care about you. Screaming “WHORE!” into a woman’s spittle-flecked, wide-eyed face while filling her ass with cum and strangling her with a shoelace is hard work, and it’s possible you just aren’t worth the effort.… Read the rest “How do I get a guy to stop being nice to me?”
If you must… you’re thinking of the correct person while humping your hand, and that’s the important thing. If your orgasm isn’t dedicated to a man, then what’s the point in having it at all, right? But really, I don’t know about “daddy” these days.… Read the rest “Is it okay that I pretend you’re my daddy while I touch myself?”
On Tumblr? I consider myself a writer, first and foremost.
But somewhere in our gear bag, hidden away in the closet among the paddles and floggers, there’s a one-off business card that someone made for my twenty-somethingth birthday, which reads:
My Daddy
master-dom, esq.… Read the rest “do you consider yourself a dom?”
Heh. Amusingly, I never intended Sir Michael to become my spirit animal. My intent was to swap the photo out every few weeks with another older and vaguely creepy B-list actor, but it never happened, for several reasons:
1. I was watching The Borgias at the time, and wanted to put Jeremy Irons into the rotation… until I figured out that Jeremy Irons means something very specific to Tumblr.… Read the rest “I bet this really is Michael Madsen.”
Someone privately asked:
How does a man identify a broken girl?
I’m not sure how to answer the question, because I (rightly or wrongly) feel like I’m atypical. Unless you count this blog, I’ve never actively sought out broken girls; they’ve always found me.… Read the rest “”
Women fascinate me; everything about them is interesting. The way they look, smell, talk, laugh, move, and feel… all the classic stuff. But I also love the weird, fucked-up parts, the bits they’re reluctant to let men see; the stuff they work so hard to pose and primp and prance around.… Read the rest “Why do you think you write what you write? (No bashing, just an honest curiosity)”
And even if —especially if— you were the prettiest little sex toy to ever spread two legs, I’d still tell you “no,” just to watch the look on your face.
I’d probably end up fucking you anyway —because erection— but almost as an afterthought.… Read the rest “You could be the most physically repulsive man on earth and I’d probably still beg you to fuck me silly”
I’m a horrid procrastinator because I’m an egregiously obsessive perfectionist with a firm grasp on reality. I frequently refuse to reply to messages, not because I don’t want to talk, but because I don’t want to spend an hour precisely articulating a response.… Read the rest “Feedback Loops”
In my black little heart of hearts, would I love to be some chick’s first big mistake? Would I like to bite an untouched lip, look into her eyes, and savor the moment when her innocence dies? Would I delight in the opportunity to whisper little cruelties in her ear and lick the tears from her cheek as her body accepts the first of many invasions?… Read the rest “how would you treat a girl who’s never had sex before? not even a kiss?”
There will always be someone trying to fix you.
People don’t like the idea of nothingness. It’s why they make cities and babies and gods; they need to fill the spaces in and around themselves to ward off the creeping sense that the only meaning in anything is that which they’ve put into it.… Read the rest “”
