Even as a foolish boy it seemed strange to me that anyone would want to get literally boned. What exactly is it about shoving a washboard up somebody’s coochie that apparently resonates? I’ve never met a woman who was into it. Look at their dildos! Draconic cervix traumatizers notwithstanding I don’t see a lot of ribbing going on.
That haughty look has got me in serious trouble before. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson.
Omg, absolutely drooling over here, fantasizing about swallowing you on a regular basis. Hot as fuck.
Fewer questions, more face-fucking please mistress. Grab my hair and grind your hips like you’re trying to start a fire. If I’m not concerned for my own safety it doesn’t count. Drown me.
I mean… I like it. Socially obfuscated power dynamics, especially gendered ones, have caused me a lot of discomfort and confusion. BDSM stimulates me because it’s exciting and cathartic to drop the complicated, ambiguous facade of hierarchical etiquette and engage with power directly. I enjoy it in both directions but usually only one way with a particular person. There is some objective power delta between any two subjects. Either embracing or defying it can be satisfying. It’s about clarity.
How am I supposed to masturbate if I can’t stop laughing?
Those cute little polka dots go so well with your gothy aesthetic, babe. I think I could spend an hour just tracing your cage with my tongue. I do have a tendency to wander, though. Who knows? I might just lick every inch of you. Dying to see more of you, cutiepie.
You’re cute! I’d like to practice knots with you. I have to admit, I’d have a harm staying focused… Where’d you learn this suit? Did you have some help?
My crotch is known to the haggard denizens of the margins of civilization as a mythic beast whose furious bloodlust is channeled only by the future position of Saturn. Legions of imperial forces have been reduced to a broken wake—an omen—of burned and twisted armor; this path of wreckage is the only pattern. Kings, prophets, wizards, tacticians, and metaphysicians have failed to predict the vastness of the legendary devastation. Death herself has remained a shimmering silhouette on the horizon. The only relevant limit is the sanity of the beholder.