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That deep moan you do in her ear while you're all the way in her, will get her wetter then you think.
Facts
Mark me.
61. What’s the most orgasms you’ve had in one session (of anything)?
66. Do you “squirt?”
71. Have you ever had sex/masturbated while somebody was sleeping near you?
76. Have you ever been caught masturbating/having sex?
7 orgasms in one session.
I do not squirt. Wish I could it's really hot.
I have had sex and masturbated with someone asleep near me multiple times 😅 I like the thrill.
I've never gotten caught fucking or masturbating I'm pretty good at being stealthy!
From “Dream Girl” collection of poems by Clementine von Radics
For anyone who needs a reminder

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Real life D/s
This is completely different from any write up I’ve ever done, and I don’t expect it to get as many notes, but here it is.
People mention D/s and normally your head runs to images of girls trussed up and getting flogged, or dropping to their knees, mouths wide open, covered in spit and tears with make-up smeared all over their faces, drooling down their chin as they take a hard face fucking.
Well that’s all great, but newsflash- there’s more to 24/7 D/s relationship than that.
Over lockdown, I received the devastating news that I had a tumour- which although not cancerous yet, posed a life threatening risk of either rupturing or turning malignant at any moment.
I am almost 2 weeks post surgery, my surgery was so major I had to travel to a hospital 2 hours away, I had to stay in intensive care, and I had to do the whole thing alone with no visitors allowed.
My recovery in hospital afterwards was slow, painful and not productive at all, everything made me feel sick, I couldn’t eat and I slept constantly.
Since coming home however, my recovery is off to a great start.
Coming home to the people I love was indescribable, I was convinced I was going to die (1 in 100 chance) and being alone throughout was torture, yes I had texts and calls and FaceTime- but honestly I barely used any of those, I couldn’t stay awake long enough.
Mister is now with me, and taking great care of me. There’s no sex right now, let alone any kinky play, because of course real life plays a huge part in a 24/7 dynamic.
Our dynamic has shifted massively and it’s all about Mister taking care of me, honestly I can’t even reach over in bed to give him a good morning kiss, it’s quite frustrating.
Mister makes me my 3 daily meals, he makes all my drinks for me, he’s gets me things as I need them. He gets up early so I can have my meds. He washes up. He does laundry. The poor guy even has to pull my hair from the drain (folks with long hair will know this problem) because I just can’t get down there to do it myself. He blowdries my hair for me. He makes me take a nap when I look sleepy. He changes my dressings for me, and cleans my wounds. Im going to need him to shave my legs for me because I can’t even do that. My sense of smell and taste has been thrown out of whack completely and I don’t like the taste of coffee (which is heartbreaking!) Tea I can just about stomach- anyone that knows me will know one of my rules is one sugar only in my hot drinks, he’s bending that rule right now and allowing a little extra sugar because it means it tastes more palatable for me right now, until my taste buds settle again.
We are in a D/s relationship, a 24/7 dynamic- and this is what it looks like, I know people have a rose tinted view of 24/7 meaning sex on tap and submissives on their knees every moment of the day- but it’s just not like that.
A 24/7 dynamic involves care and compassion and love. An ability to change at a moments notice, and to do that willingly and with nothing but love pushing you forwards.
I will get better, it’s a long road for me but for this part- I am not alone. I have Mister right by my side the whole way.
Have you been in a live in slave role before, or what level of service have you experienced so far?
I'm currently in a live in slave role and ever evolving into what He needs from day to day. I work outside the home because it's helping us save to move somewhere nicer and take vacations when we want to. But it's what he needs and as mentioned I exist to be what he needs. Sometimes it's someone to play video games with, others it's someone to tease and deny, others it's to be a footrest and stay quiet. I've been basically every time besides kajira and that's because I'm still working on training as a normal slave before going to Gorean. But it is a plan for the future.
Merry Christmas. I don't want to be at work.
i wanna be beat up after i took the time to look nice. make a mess out of me
BOOBS, SEX, AND HELL. LETS GOOO
Marriage, money, homo
Wine money ass
Marriage, crabs, and butter.
God I sure hope not.
boyfriend penis hope
now if only I was a homosexual
wine marriage penis neat
Wine, friends, and boobs
Nice wonder how the wine is gonna come into play since I can't really drink
Crab
Crab
crab
Wine, hah, friend...
Interesting.
I had a typo Hope Butter Vodka. 2021 can’t even spell Better, shit.
Crab, friend, beach...
South Carolina here I come! 🇺🇸🐊🦀🏄♀️
Grind,crab wine , 🤔🤷🏻♂️
Friends, Travel, Sex
I’ll take it!!!
Wine, Friends and Sex.... Also found Butter 👀
Vodka, Boobs & Travel - it seems 2021 is gonna be my best year ever
Wine, friends and boobs. Yes @the-sultry-brunette , let's get on board!
Vodka, boobs, Carla. Who TF is Carla and where will I find her boobs and vodka. I need all that in 2021.

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Canvas
I would hit you. I would come by your side and throw you a punch to your eye; no need for angryness or motive, no threat and no word spoken . You are suddenly blinded, you see lights, and stinging pain. You’d stand firm, expecting, I would throw a second punch. I would throw a third one. I want to bruise your eye just because I want it. I want to bruise it just because I can. You feel it hot, swelling. Looking at the mirror, you’re an artwork: your face is a canvas, and the bruise is my paint.
Don't forget to cuddle them after you've made them cry
Don't forget to call them beautiful after calling them a slut
Don't forget to soothe them after you've marked them
Don't forget to remind them of their worth after degrading them
Don't forget how precious they are
I'm having a rough day mentally. Seems like the odds are stacked against me, I can't get a break, and as soon as I tackle one problem within myself or my life another 3 take its place. I feel as though I'm a failure to my species, my family name, to the world.. But I try to remember where I've been. If you looked back... 2 years ago at 19, I was a loser. I had no job (1950s lifestyle sub at the time but was constantly used as leverage to keep me compliant), in an abusive relationship, toxic family members and friends instigating and debilitating my ability to think for myself, mental illness rampant, untreated, and ignored because I couldn't deal with how broken I was, binge eating to the point of gaining 5 pounds in one week, and drinking heavily to cope with everything because it was "better" than physically hurting myself. I thought love was violence so violence equalled love. I forgot I had a choice to consent. I forgot I had willpower and a voice. A voice that I never gave myself credit for being strong until I made a room full of people cry after telling a story about patriotism nonetheless.
I was not a good person at that time. But that doesn't mean I'm not a good person period. I have flaws, as we all do. I get defensive and ready to fight over little things like putting something in the wrong place sometimes. I know why I do it, and I do my best to control it. I see things in black and white when I need to learn that gray is a beautiful color and more often than not the actual color of the world.
I have flaws and downfalls and bad days. I've said and done enough things I regret that maybe I should never be forgiven or seen as a good person by anyone. But self reflection.. self acceptance... Means I can be a good person, even on the bad days. I can accept that I've done bad things and will do them eventually. But I can work to identify what is actually causing me to want to lash out or walk out or say the wrong thing. I can remind myself that just because someone is angry with me doesn't mean I'm going to be hurt. It doesn't make them my enemy. They aren't telling me things to influence me negatively. To manipulate or control me. They have my best interest at heart.
I live and yearn to help others. Selfish at times, of course. I have to take myself into account and not over exert myself or try to do things I know I can't handle. But at the end of the day... I just want to help make the world a little happier, a little more comforted.
I see where I was at 19...
Maybe the sickness and the anger and helplessness isn't visible to others... But my God... I barely recognize myself in that photo. Its a shell of a human. Its someone who's forgotten their soul is there.
To me, and to those who've been in my life since then, I'm healthier. I look like I belong in this body, I smile more, I'm trying harder to be who I know I am, not just who I want to be. I have people who love and care about me for one of the first times in my life. I'm shown what it's like to truly be cared about, what real tough love is not just abuse masquerading as tough love. I sleep better, I LIVE.
I get no one will read this, I don't have a popular blog. But at least I can look back, and find this when I have a day that I remember I have overcome so much in so little time, and I have an entire future of possibilities to explore. Whether or not I've got other's by my side. I will make it through this, and be the person I know I can be.
a relationship should be 50/50. i cut pretty little hearts into you & you thank me for it
nice sadists are so so underrated.
if a someone told me they loved that i suffer for them? omg im gonna nut
tenderly caressing my cheek, then slapping it? beautiful 10/10
that fake pity voice? GOD
when they give you a break between spankings to play with your pussy? i’m in love
on that same line of thinking, when there’s playful spankings, and you’re giggling and trying to get away until they’ve had enough of your squirming and they make you stay still? literally ughhh
orgasm denial bc they love hearing you whine?? YES
making you come so many times you cry because they love to see you cry? please please please
don’t even get me started on humiliation.

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Imt super depressed tonight and kinda wanna cry but at least I don't hate my curls for once. Hope y'all are having a better night 🖤
Hickeys are so damn hot like yes, mark me I am all yours