Devious Indulgence

The shipwrecked pirates had little use for the ransom on their captive anymore, so they found other ways for her to be of use. She didn't seem to mind.

Mall security have no sense of humour these days…😜

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As the girl was escorted away in handcuffs, Santa couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her tight skirt. He reached in his coat pocket, adding her name to the naughty list with a twinkle in his eyes. Another house where Santa would be the one getting a gift under the tree.

Come on, you all know you want to hear a desperate slut not orgasm, don’t you?

Only 65 more, already 20 follows since this post! Reblog and tag people you think would enjoy an incredibly horny slut being denied! Thanks everyone!

Shall we make sure this lovely lady has a full house of devious onlookers for her performance? I think we should. Nothing like the thought of hundreds enjoying your suffering to take you into next level desperation. As you are denied again, and again, and again. Let’s see just how far we can take her.

i probably would’ve gotten my blogged nuked if i hadn’t been notified 

Same happened to me, be safe guys!

hmm should i flag my blog as adult content even i rarely do it? Granted i probably will draw some soon too, hmmm….

Damn, I don’t know if i can check until I’m back on a computer. Is it possible to check on mobile?

Same here. good god @staff

So for the less tumblr savvy, where in the settings would this even be? I have scoured and I can’t find it.

So @soundshypnotic, if you go to the main site on a pc, on the far right there should be a avatar person that shows you your likes etc. Click that and go to settings. Then click on your blog name on the right bottom and at the bottom of the next page under privacy should be flag this blog as adult.

Thank you @friedcherryblossomprincess, @ropes-and-tea, @convoluted-moonscape and everyone else.

Unfortunately that’s not an option on android, but thank you for your effort, @friedcherryblossomprincess.

For all you lovely folks that run blogs a little kinkier than normal, make sure to check your settings and make sure you are safe and flagged properly. We want you to be able to stick around and keep adding to our community.

That’s right, my girl. Slowly, slowly, pace yourself. Listen to the music, let the beat fill you up. Uh Uh, one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. It’s not a race, it’s a waltz. I know you’re aching for more. I can feel your juices running down my thighs. Follow the beat. You are the one who begged me to end your no touch streak. How long has it been? No don’t think about it. Follow the beat. Let it pulse between your desperate lips and coax every last drop onto my cock. You know the rules. Keep the beat until the end of the song and I’ll finally let you cum. Lose that beat and I’ll thoroughly enjoy using your asshole, exclusively, for the month. Can you imagine how sloppy your pussy will be by then? How even just one touch will take you to the brink of madness? I wonder if you can concentrate on holding back your orgasm and keeping the beat until the last note. Would it be unfair if I flicked your nipples? Fuck, I just felt you clench. Guess it would be unfair. But I never said I’d be fair. Did I mention this was the hour long version? Must have slipped my mind. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be conducting. Clench, clench, clench. I look forward to having my very own anal only slut. If you can’t hold back, I think I’ll finally get your nipples pierced. Shh shh, follow the beat.

She couldn’t help but rub her thighs together as she read, crossing and uncrossing her legs in an unconscious attempt to get the stimulation she craved. If she’d been in private, her fingers would have been buried in her soaked slit, but as it was the store was bustling. It was her favorite place to read the most salacious romance novels she could find. Each page turn further teased her into a lust-filled frenzy, her coffee forgotten and cold, the only remnants of its warmth draining into her leg. Ounce after ounce of heat drip drip dripping lower and lower. She bit her lip. A very similar transaction was happening constantly between her legs as she read. Thinking about it only made her squirm harder. She always tried to leave before she was audibly moaning in the middle of the store. Just one more chapter. She could make it. She hoped.

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There are moments in life. Moments where you aren’t being pulled in every direction. When you aren’t rushing from one thing to the next. For those brief moments, time simply seems to wink out existence. Her eyes tell you that there is no place in the world that she’d rather be, than right there, spending time with you. And her smile tells you that she can see you feel the same. Enjoy the moment. 

She felt naked, but not in the way that most would. It wasn’t the lack of clothing. They made her feel restricted and trapped and she could hardly wait to take them off. But even without a stitch of clothing, something was always missing. Until she met him. He opened her eyes to true desire, craving, belonging, fulfilling one’s purpose. Rope touching her skin awoke something inside her, his hands twisting it this way and that, cocooning her in his extended embrace. She’d never felt more at peace in her life by the time he was done. She couldn’t move a muscle, rope holding her, teasing her, hurting her. The smile on her face was dazzling. Now every time she came to see him, her clothes disappeared, she knelt before him and begged him to guide her to the feeling. She’d spend hours completely at his whim, used, abused and in paradise. Each time, he took her somewhere new, tied in the most creative predicaments, ones that left her writhing, moaning, and soaking into her bonds. Unwrapped only when he could see she had plateaued in that special headspace that she loved so much. She craved it always, succumbing more and more often to his whim. Soon, she would be his always. And he would set her free.

You @bayousavantfou 💙💋💙

Create a symphony of delights with your fingers. Let them dance across her skin and show her your true artistry. Don’t stop until she joins in, mixing her music with your own. There is nothing more beautiful than the crescendo when discord becomes harmony and her whole body reaches skyward for your touch. Time stops as everything sways in balance. And then the finale.

Offering.

That’s not the belt I asked for, my pet. No, the other black one. They are not exactly the same. What’s the difference? Oh the other one has much more detailed plans for you. No, go get it. That’s my girl. Come here. You know how I like you. Shall we begin?

Be joyous this Christmas. You are alive, you are loved, you have the whole world at your fingertips. Take it by storm this next year and form it into whatever you’d like it to be. Grab that dream and make it a reality. Taking that first step makes all the difference.