ozzerzz:

yourbadgrrl:

Don’t you dare move. You can only move when the feather is absolutely soaked.
And no sound either, little one.
Are you really sure you can win this game?

definitely on the top of my list of games to play… my god I could look at this all fucking day.

:))))

ozzerzz:

yourbadgrrl:

Don’t you dare move. You can only move when the feather is absolutely soaked.

And no sound either, little one.

Are you really sure you can win this game?

definitely on the top of my list of games to play… my god I could look at this all fucking day.

:))))

tilyoubeg:

No, of course you’re not allowed to touch, I want your panties sodden before they are removed, and I can do it just by whispering in your ear, can’t I, you dirty minded hussy?

Hussyyy awh

tilyoubeg:

No, of course you’re not allowed to touch, I want your panties sodden before they are removed, and I can do it just by whispering in your ear, can’t I, you dirty minded hussy?

Hussyyy awh

Deep in the recesses of her wounded, sometimes seemingly cold heart, I think many woman want to be the ONE that touches a man so profoundly with the gift of her love and devotion that he will never be the same. Never be loved the same way again… never forget the fire of her fingers… the lilt of her laughter… the resonance of her words… the purity of her giving heart… the insatiable passion of her primal need… her hard-wired desire to please and serve… to give of herself in such a way that no other woman will ever satisfy him the same. While most of us have given up hope of that, relegating it to the category of childish fairytales, I believe it remains inside… an unlit, dusty candle in the dark cobwebbed corner alongside other long forgotten and forsaken dreams… waiting to be ignited by the spark of another that sees within her what others could not.

Daisies-in-thedark (via daisies-in-thedark)

Well… Uh… Not only women desire such things, I’m sure. It’s about significance. But, yes…