The shame quickly transcends into lust and desperation as she spreads her legs apart.
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Love is a fetish
The shame quickly transcends into lust and desperation as she spreads her legs apart.
Go on...This morning I was reading Kisungura’s newest blog post while I was sitting in my car waiting on my therapy appointment. She wrote: It’s also, however, about lack of opportunity for the same level of connection since we’ve been home and...
Go on...But, isn't playing in pudding, dressing up in wigs and fetish heels, wearing a unicorn horn and tail, rocking crooked bunny ears and a fuzzy white tail playful?
Go on...Saturdays are our holy day in much the same way as religious people have a sabbath. But we don’t pray like they pray. We pray with pain, pleasure, and love. Every sobbing breath from our heaving chests, as we lie...
Go on...Now, when I am bending over in front of him touching myself, I hope he is taking pictures.
Go on...There’s room for everyone (except those who don’t respect consent) in the BDSM world. No matter how hard (or soft) you play, how many people you play with, or how often you indulge, you’re as Dominant or submissive as you...
Go on...“Give to me your leather, take from me my lace” -Stevie Nicks
Go on...“I love myself, I want you to love me When I feel down, I want you above me I search myself, I want you to find me I forget myself, I want you to remind me”
Go on...“Good girl” a gravely voice growled into her ear, easing all of her tension instantly.
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