Ohhh man I love this show. :| Never got past season two? I think…but goodness gracious. Great show. Also…Shane is sexy as fuck.
Androgynous women. <3
(via sexsutra)
I just love the fuck out of this!
This is really freakin’ funny and awesome…
(Source: satanic--hispanic)
ONLY EIGHT HOURS, THEN BOYFRIEND SNUGGLES YAAAY!
(via daddyslittlegirly)
You freeze at my command cupping your sex in your palm and fingers as instructed, the self-inflicted spanking of your pussy having left you quivering once again on the edge of orgasm. I have never seen you so drenched and wanting; your breath heaving in and out, eyes cast down at the floor.
“Very good my pet, you are a very good girl,” but you seem hardly to hear me as you kneel before me shuddering in deprived orgasm.
“Let us continue along a different vein,” I suggest. “I am going to count backward from twenty. With each count you may circle your lovely hooded clit three times with just your middle finger. How hard or soft is up to you. I will give you that latitude. But remember, three times only. You may cum when I get to zero. You may not cum sooner and if you are not there yet when I reach zero then you are going to have to just wait in desperate frustration while you pleasure me for a while.”
The disbelieving almost sarcastic look you shoot me is priceless. Already you suspect that I am going to time this such that you will fail. But still you look squarely at me and respond with a perhaps slightly defiant nod, “Yes Sir.” Clearly you are going to do everything you can to achieve your release despite what you know will be my best efforts to thwart it. You are beginning to understand me.
“Twenty,” I begin.
You quickly circle your hooded clit three times and the touch to your already swollen and engorged clit sends a shudder through your body, your eyes fluttering for an instant. At this point I am not so sure that I am going to be able to pull this off.
“Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen.”
As you repeatedly manipulate your sex, mentally counting off the number of times you are permitted to circle your clit, your hips begin to undulate through no will of your own in response to the touch.
“Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen.”
Your efforts continue and I can see you pressing harder and circling with greater enthusiasm.
“Twelve, eleven, ten, nine.”
Your hips are pumping to the rhythm of your touch, head thrown back and to the side, eyes closed, mouth open. You are gasping for air and each series of manipulations elicits guttural moans and sighs.
“Eight, seven.”
You are pressing furiously as you circle and your juices run down your thighs.
“Please Sir may I cum for you?” you pleadingly request but are rewarded only with my continued counting.
“Six, five, four…”
“Oh God, please Sir….P…P…P….Please….?”
“Look at me my pet. Look me in the eyes,” I command.
You open your eyes, body wracked with pre-orgasmic spasms and turn to face me. You eyes are misty and slightly unfocussed but still you follow my command.
“Three…” I count ever so slowly and you practically come off your knees with your renewed touch. The lengthening pauses between counts is driving you mad with desire. I am timing them such that your efforts on your clit keep you teetering on the edge but do not give you the latitude to actually cum. The frustration is evident in your eyes as you look pleadingly into mine.
“Two…”
You furiously rub your clit three times with new intensity and vigor realizing that I am keeping you from coming and that you are running our of numbers with which to work.
“One…”
Instinctively, your other hand shoots out to lend assistance to the effort but a sharp rebuke from you Master quickly convinces you to pull it back. You rub yourself the allotted three times so furiously I wonder if you might hurt yourself.
I wait for what seems to you like an eternity. Your penetrating and lustful gaze is so hot and wanton. You are desperate to cum. I can see the muscles in your jaw working as you strain with the pent up frustration. But I know you. I know just how far I can push and just how much to hold back. You cannot win this game and you know it. And it is killing you.
“Zero…”
In desperation you rub with three fingers giving everything you have trying to push yourself over the edge and in so doing break the rules of the game.
“STOP!” I command sharply and much to my amazement you do, though you are left desperately and breathlessly heaving in unfulfilled desire as you kneel before me on the bed.
You hate this game. You love this game. You hate to lose. You love to lose.
I fucking love this…
(via daddystendertouch)
If someone ever said this to me. Omfg
(Source: offensivetextslut, via yourbadgrrl)
You light up whatever room you’re in…you make a nice lamp.
(Source: degradeher, via acid-kitty)