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msfangblisswell:

Like this Daddy?

msfangblisswell:

Like this Daddy?

dontcallitromance:

ayup…pretty much just like that

05.11.12 ♥ 1102
video

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. :(

feminist-submissive:

Bubble baths are one of my most favorite things ever.

video

cumtoy:

Mmmm… empty your worries after a long day at the office baby (:

oh my god, want. ;__;

I know I said I was closing this blog, but this week hasn’t been a good week and tonight has been pretty bad, a friend suggested I should stretch until I physically couldn’t anymore and I’d feel better afterwards, snapped this during.

I know I said I was closing this blog, but this week hasn’t been a good week and tonight has been pretty bad, a friend suggested I should stretch until I physically couldn’t anymore and I’d feel better afterwards, snapped this during.

04.28.12 ♥ 4

[BLOG CLOSED]

04.26.12 ♥ 1
Oh god, I love pink hair.

Oh god, I love pink hair.

jadoreass:

HOT!

jadoreass:

HOT!

04.21.12 ♥ 1787
trilbygrey:

Dominants, take note. This is good advice.
longingtobeowned:

Dominants, always make sure your girls know that you are proud of them. Show them that you appreciate what they do for you, what they endure for you. The worst feeling in the world is giving your all to someone who won’t even give a simple praise in return.
Just look at her and say, “Good girl. I’m proud of you.” Send her notes, pictures, anything that says, “Thank you for being mine and striving so hard to please me.” 
Even if she’s fucked something up. Don’t just tell her how awful it is, or bad she’s disappointed you. Tell her that it can be better, because she is better. Tell her that you don’t love her less or appreciate her less simply because she’s screwed up. Make sure she understands that you love her faults as much as the good. 
Just make sure she isn’t falling apart inside while you continue to tell her how upset you are. For a submissive, that is something almost impossible to repair. 

trilbygrey:

Dominants, take note. This is good advice.

longingtobeowned:

Dominants, always make sure your girls know that you are proud of them. Show them that you appreciate what they do for you, what they endure for you. The worst feeling in the world is giving your all to someone who won’t even give a simple praise in return.

Just look at her and say, “Good girl. I’m proud of you.” Send her notes, pictures, anything that says, “Thank you for being mine and striving so hard to please me.” 

Even if she’s fucked something up. Don’t just tell her how awful it is, or bad she’s disappointed you. Tell her that it can be better, because she is better. Tell her that you don’t love her less or appreciate her less simply because she’s screwed up. Make sure she understands that you love her faults as much as the good. 

Just make sure she isn’t falling apart inside while you continue to tell her how upset you are. For a submissive, that is something almost impossible to repair. 

04.21.12 ♥ 2584

I usually don’t do this but..

Leave me nice things in my inbox for my birthday? :)

04.19.12 ♥ 0
This would be amazing right now.

This would be amazing right now.

04.14.12 ♥ 12
iwantallofher:

My hands find a comfort zone on the back of your head, under your hair, thumbs behind your ears…. So that I can hold you in place, our eyes never wavering.
That sensual connection causes the rest to fade. Our sweat is heavy on our bodies, the stench of sex dominates the air, as do the wet claps reverberating through the room, courtesy of our thighs. All this taking a back seat to our frozen stare.
We dont blink, we don’t speak. Lost in your eyes, as if I can see our bodies at work in the dark of your pupils. As our hips continue to create fire, in your gaze, I can see your eruption on the horizon
My brows furrow, my eyelids narrow
“Now”

iwantallofher:

My hands find a comfort zone on the back of your head, under your hair, thumbs behind your ears…. So that I can hold you in place, our eyes never wavering.

That sensual connection causes the rest to fade. Our sweat is heavy on our bodies, the stench of sex dominates the air, as do the wet claps reverberating through the room, courtesy of our thighs. All this taking a back seat to our frozen stare.

We dont blink, we don’t speak. Lost in your eyes, as if I can see our bodies at work in the dark of your pupils. As our hips continue to create fire, in your gaze, I can see your eruption on the horizon

My brows furrow, my eyelids narrow

“Now”