Ahoy there! Here you will find images of beautiful women, inspiring bondage and wonderful words. There will also be the odd picture of an adorable animal and things I find interesting and striking. I am just a little bit kinky so it's probably best to give the following warnings: 18+ NSFW. Ask me things. I don't bite (well...I do sometimes. But only if you are exceptionally wonderful) Enjoy ;)
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The first is for stress relief. His persistent fingers easing the strain in her brain with each enduring circle. She sinks into the sensation, knowing that those movements are reliable, no matter the time needed to push her over the brink.
The second is for his engaging curiosity. How his fingertips wander so slowly across her skin. So soon after the first, almost too much for her to bare. Watching her turn into an uncontrollable mess. Her reactions heightened and uncaring. Raw and unburdened.
The third is for his ego. A smile spreads across his face as her body jerks away from him. Pulling away from his touch. Her eyes softly closed with a heaving chest. He stares and smirks at the ease of which his fingers can work.
The fourth is his finale. Hands pushing her against the wall, teeth grazing at her nipple. Fingers searching. Delicacy does not exist any more. Her knees buckling and her grip grasping as his force propels her to orgasm. No longer is she standing. As the crescendo hits she crawls down his upright form and is kissing the floor.
As she begins to sink into the depths of the carpet, there are hands. Strong ones. Aiding her rise, pulling her arms around his neck. Time is given for her to soften. Then, a deep kiss and a departure. In a blink, he has gone. All that is left is a dazed and satisfied girl in his wake.
Orgasms to heal two souls.
I want to be on my knees. I need it. I want that feeling of utter surrender to wash over me as I look up to you. I want the smile to creep onto my face as I realise that I am exactly where I need to be. Let me fall into that head space where only my submission to your domination resides. Nothing could be more simple. I make one choice to submit and everything cascades onwards from that point. All that is left in my mind is a cloud of pleasure and fulfilment. All of the stresses and worries of my day are but mere memories. Only joyous pleasure exists. I need to kneel at your feet. I need that blanket of calm to softly cover my mind. I need to belong.
My 5000th post was that adorable picture of the yawning puppy. I think that is very fitting indeed. It highlights just how much my blog reflects my mood and the wonderful people I follow.
I think it is fair to say I have become quite addicted to tumblr. It’s just such a wonderful place to spend a little bit of time. Not just for all the kinky pictures but for the lovely people as well.
My 5000th post has come at an interesting time. My tumblr usage is going to decrease considerably for at least the next two weeks. Why? Because I got a job! I start on Monday and am not likely to have internet access at my house for a while. I will pop in every so often on my phone.
I’m rambling but I want to say thank you to every one of my followers and the people I follow and talk to. You are all wonderful, kinky people. For reading my ramblings, here, have a picture:
My very own purple panties with a lace back.
I post BDSM, porn, beautiful images, animals, pretty things and pretty people. Quotes, feelings, and jokes.
I post what I feel like in the moment. What turns me on, makes me think, makes me smile.
If you follow me, expect to hear my opinions every so often, expect a huge variety of images that turn on a light in my brain.
This blog is a reflection of me, what I enjoy and how I think.
Yes, this is a sex(y) blog. Yes, I am submissive. But it is also a personal blog. One where I can share things I enjoy. Please either enjoy with me or you know…don’t.