Easilyaroused:

ridingwild:

propriety and shame be damned

today she was a mermaid

littlebitsoflust:

delectabledeviants:

When you have the power, the lead, the moment.

You know what your tight hand is doing.

You can feel is as his breathing fights with his moans and you’re adoring being the villain behind the battle. 

Wanting him there upon that cusp, to push him, yet not to.

To keep him within the aspect of him fucking back harder against your hand. But that’s against the rules. You let go. Throw him a naughty look. Spank his cock a little. Play again at your own pace.

All of his previous dominance you’ve stolen. He wants to cum, but you own the moment. You wonder if when he gets carried away and fucking against your fist again, if that spank upon his cock might make him cum violently. Of not even touching him and watching his cock pulse of it’s own accord, his sticky sin everywhere, the look in his eyes, rapid fire breathing, the loud of his cries.

If he tries to reach for his cock, you should spank it lightly again. See if he cum s all the harder, all the more. That you own the moment. And the lesson is yours to teach.

littlebitsoflust:

ive dreamed of doing this to you. feeling you throb in my hand. you moaning into my mouth as i squeeze you. taking you to the edge over and over again. would you like that dearest? 

ridingwild:

she was pensive as this night’s purple sheets

so he dressed her in her knee highs

and a light binding

and told her to be still

while he finished his work

when he returned

he asked if his baby needed some loving attention

“yes please’, she said politely

he caressed her every curve

then kissed her hips and she melted with a soft sigh

then she felt the hot sting of a dozen open handed pepper spanks

after which, he pulled her to him

and kissed the aching tears away

“better, baby?”

she nodded yes through her smiling cloudy eyes

then he untied her

and loved her gently

and fully

and deeply

and held her

straight through until the lilac dawn

easilyaroused:

Salamander, Born in the sun-kissed flame. Who was it lit your candle Branded you with your name? I see you walking by my window In your Kensington haze. Salamander, burn for me And I’ll burn for you.

otherpeoplesprivatepics:

Here you go, todays pictures :)

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aeriegirls:

One more of the beautiful Painter Girl and then off to bed!

easilyaroused:

You are sultry, dirty, soft and hard You are close to me and you’re so far And I’m thinking of the time we spent together Now I’ll bury this in my backyard Sometimes I sit and wonder But I’ll never dial your number