Jul. 22, 2014
Fake “dom” VERSES trained empowered sub.
Know the difference!
Thanks to LH for allowing Me to post this.
THIS IS IMPORTANT
True. Everyone needs to take note, just because you identify as a submissive, doesn’t mean that you have to follow through on everything. Stick up for yourself. If something doesn’t seem right, it probably isn’t.
This is like every guy on collarme
Why I am extremely hesitant about subbing to anyone. Because of fuckers like this.
May. 24, 2014
"A few months ago a think piece popped up on a friend’s feed examining the historical attraction of artists to underage girls. Before going further I would submit there is a world of distinction between the Salinger model where the girl is sexually mature, and child molestation. One is icky, but also sort of hot, the other is monstrous. Regarding the former, the attraction is in no way mysterious: look at them. Teenage girls are both feminine and inchoate; they emit a siren’s pulse of fertility along with the appearance of infinite corruptibility that is a satyr’s fucking field day. The operative term being “fantasy”: where I align with the moral majority is the line between erotic fascination with youth and actually doing anything about it. While it is simply nonsensical to deny the fuckability of teenage bodies, their minds are too sensitive and labile to risk the damage an asymmetric power relationship can inflict."
Apr. 14, 2014
Protestants failing at using the term “Deadly Sin” correctly in a sentence.
Apr. 2, 2014
As a sex worker I’m not unfamiliar with these requests and I’m not immediately offended by them, but some people just do not know how to take no for an answer. He emailed me 3 times before I finally responded, short and sweet, but boy was he persistent, not unlike the others. Normally after the second version of ‘no’, they’ll back down, but not this guy! So, I finally took the time to address one of these persistent lil poops, and the epiphany was just too funny not to share.
Mar. 13, 2014
My husband, the poet.
I want you.
These little words mean so much more than I ever imagined they could.
I want you, I long for you. I ache for you. I desire you. I want
to hold you.
I want to caress you. Touch you, consume you.
I want to lose myself in your eyes, in your touch, in your lips, in
your breath, in your sweet womanly scent, in your arms, in your
breasts, in your moans of pleasure and lust.
I want to fill you with myself and my essence.
I want to cover your face with kisses and caresses.
I want to slowly find your wet pussy waiting for my touch, and my fingers..
I want you to touch me, as my tongue dances within you making you
gasp, groan and twitch with pleasure, breathlessly against me.
I want to feel your lips dance across my chest flicking and sucking my
nipples as your hand grasps my cock, as you like to call it sometimes
when you are really hot. Your hot sweet lips touch my manhood, sending
shivers of pleasure down my spine, and I feel your kiss on my shaft.
I want to make love to you, make you moan, sweat, and tremble with
pleasure and ecstasy .
I want to slide my hand up your shirt to find your sexy bra and your
nipples hard and longing for my touch. When I pinch them you gasp and
tell me you want me, with longing and desire.
I want to take your jeans off as you are pulling my shirt off,
desperately trying to feel my skin against yours. You bite my
shoulder as my fingers do their dance with you.
I want to feel your tongue sliding sensuously against mine, your
fingers scratching my back in heat of desire.
I want to unbutton your blouse and trace my lips around the outline of
your gorgeous, curvaceous, majestic breasts. My tongue glides softly
across your hard nipples while my fingers find their way back to your
soaked spring of love.
I want you to thrust against my hand as I slowly draw your nipple with
my tongue, causing you to moan and whimper. I slide my hand down
towards your heat and find you wanting me, my fingers find your
wetness and become instantly slippery with your desire.
I want your back to arch as you unexpectedly shudder under my lips and
fingers. Oh, yes, I want you!
I want you to bring my lips to yours and our tongues to entwine again.
I want you to sigh with contentment as I hold you afterwards.
I want to cuddle and snuggle and I want to kiss long and passionately.
I want you! I want you to finish this letter and read the whole thing
to me tonight while we are alone, and lusting for each other.
I want you to softly caress your breasts now, in anticipation of my
I want you, with love, passion, desire. I want you and me to be one in love.
I love you, my bride.
Mar. 11, 2014
I love Saturday morning.
[ I received this from my sweet husband ]
I wait for you in eager excitement, my sweet wife, and I hope this
short email may increase your heartbeat even if for just a minute, and
may fuel your desire …
I can imagine you and me, our eyes locked in to each other, in
anticipation of making love.
You with your hands, slowly taking off your shirt, one button after
the other, and then undoing your bra.
Now your gorgeous, warm, curvaceous, breasts finally free, just inches
from my lips, and my fingers tracing their way round the curve of
them, then squeezing them gently, cupping them, and by now your
nipples are hard, in full view, and you softly moan with pleasure as
I take your nipples between my fingers and rolled them, squeeze them,
pull firstly gently, and then less gently at them, as you slowly
thrust your breasts forward at me, ever more eager for me to suck on
them and I can feel your excitement and arousal grow.
My hands slowly now, reach behind, and glide down your beautiful back,
while we still kiss passionately, and I feel your breasts and hard
nipples, pushing against my chest.
My fingers reach your fantastic ass, and I play with it, loving every
second of it, and I give you soft kisses on your neck.
Your body is a fantastic playground of excitement, beauty, and
passion, and I love to play with you.
I now feel your hands reaching down and unzipping my pants out of the
way, and you wrap your fingers, around my hardened manhood, making me
shiver with pleasure and anticipation of what’s to come.
My hands glide down to your hips, and caress your so womanly curves I
love so much.
Our bodies are now head to toe skin to skin touch, I feel your
breathing, I make my hands glide, touch, caress every inch of your
body that is getting ready for making wild, passionate love.
The scent of you, the taste of you, is incredibly intoxicating, it
drives me absolutely wild.
Your hand starts to gently caress my hard shaft, and my fingers find
you, so warm and ready for passion.
We lay on the bed, make love, one in one, hands and fingers
entwined, breathing hard, shivers of pleasure…
I want to make love to you, and then hold you near, and fall asleep
feeling your naked, relaxed body next to mine.
And perhaps, I may wake you up early in the morning, with sweet
kisses, light touches,
and then play again with you, following with my fingers the outline of
your hips, barely visible in the early morning light, and then reach a
I love Saturday mornings..
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