coneyislandpartyfreak:

Betty Brosmer is hot like woww

coneyislandpartyfreak:

Betty Brosmer is hot like woww

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(Source: olderoticart)

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OMG - I can’t wait!!!

OMG - I can’t wait!!!

(Source: hellyeahtrueblood, via mistermarvel)

I wanna cock :D

cecilia-rayne: 

Hey cutie, here’s a little thigh on a Tuesday ;)
**MOD NOTE: I fucking love your body, :o 

snuzesnuze:

So.. I’m reblogging my own picture, witch I submitted to ^^ the beautiful cecilia-rayne <3
Might be a little lame, but what the heck :) 

cecilia-rayne

Hey cutie, here’s a little thigh on a Tuesday ;)

**MOD NOTE: I fucking love your body, :o 

snuzesnuze:

So.. I’m reblogging my own picture, witch I submitted to ^^ the beautiful cecilia-rayne <3

Might be a little lame, but what the heck :) 

(Source: 858-614-258, via bound-love)

pleasefuckmewhilei:

Your resistance may be beautiful, but it is also futile. 

pleasefuckmewhilei:

Your resistance may be beautiful, but it is also futile. 

(Source: 55896)

sweetsexaddiction:


Submission is about knowing who you are, and what you want. A submissive is NOT a weak person, but just the opposite. She is strong. She is strong in herself, and in the knowledge of who she is. She NEVER submits out of weakness or desperation. She submits out of strength, love, and trust.

sweetsexaddiction:

Submission is about knowing who you are, and what you want. A submissive is NOT a weak person, but just the opposite. She is strong. She is strong in herself, and in the knowledge of who she is. She NEVER submits out of weakness or desperation. She submits out of strength, love, and trust.

(Source: erospainter, via bound-love)

delectatiomorosa:

rolledtrousers:

There is room for delicacy in Dominance. It’s not all hard hands and sore arses. I can assert myself gently, fingers against lips, fingers in mouth, hand against your wrist. It’s about knowing when to build to a crescendo with the cymbal bash, and when to just slide them together, let it build and build into something altogether more satisfying. The orchestra needs the punctuation, but an exclamation mark should be used sparingly. 
It’s the delicate moments that let me really know. Anyone submits when there’s a collar around their neck, a cock stuffed deep between their legs and a heavy hand against their body, one wrapped around both wrists and the other tight around their neck. You have no choice, in that moment, because I’ve taken it from you. I don’t care if you willingly submit, because I’ve taken control, seized it with a military coup, all pomp and might and big guns. 
Present you with the choice, though, and you’ll submit willingly. You have the choice to pull away, close your lips and stare me down. You can move your head back and you can shake your head. You can reach up and move my hand away. You can say ‘No’. But instead you accept me. No. Not accept. Surrender to. You wave the white flag. You let me win. 
I occupy you.

delectatiomorosa:

rolledtrousers:

There is room for delicacy in Dominance. It’s not all hard hands and sore arses. I can assert myself gently, fingers against lips, fingers in mouth, hand against your wrist. It’s about knowing when to build to a crescendo with the cymbal bash, and when to just slide them together, let it build and build into something altogether more satisfying. The orchestra needs the punctuation, but an exclamation mark should be used sparingly. 

It’s the delicate moments that let me really know. Anyone submits when there’s a collar around their neck, a cock stuffed deep between their legs and a heavy hand against their body, one wrapped around both wrists and the other tight around their neck. You have no choice, in that moment, because I’ve taken it from you. I don’t care if you willingly submit, because I’ve taken control, seized it with a military coup, all pomp and might and big guns. 

Present you with the choice, though, and you’ll submit willingly. You have the choice to pull away, close your lips and stare me down. You can move your head back and you can shake your head. You can reach up and move my hand away. You can say ‘No’. But instead you accept me. No. Not accept. Surrender to. You wave the white flag. You let me win. 

I occupy you.

(Source: serialstranger, via we-smoke-the-blunts)

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