She was sad. Quiet.  He held her. She watched the cars pass out the window, a faraway look in her eyes. He wanted her back. He brushed her hair out of her face, she looked up at him. “Baby,” he said softly. “Do you want some spanks?”  It seemed an absurd thing to ask at a time like this, but he knew just what to do. He trusted his instincts. And just like that she was his. She sighed when it stung, closed her eyes while the cracking sound echoed off of the walls.  Sometimes she needed it to hurt.

She was sad. Quiet. 

He held her. She watched the cars pass out the window, a faraway look in her eyes. He wanted her back.

He brushed her hair out of her face, she looked up at him. “Baby,” he said softly. “Do you want some spanks?” 

It seemed an absurd thing to ask at a time like this, but he knew just what to do. He trusted his instincts.

And just like that she was his.

She sighed when it stung, closed her eyes while the cracking sound echoed off of the walls. 

Sometimes she needed it to hurt.

(Source: herdirtylittleheart)

There are days when being “only human, after all” is incredibly disappointing. 

There are days when being “only human, after all” is incredibly disappointing. 

(Source: circunspecta)

An Ode to Nose Kisses I can tell from the look in your eyes, the twinkle as you approach, that those lips are not destined for mine.  I see them aiming for the tip of my nose, where yours will nestle in the bridge of my own and our foreheads will rest against each other and I will sigh. I will know your thoughts because they will be my thoughts; How I love your smell, your sounds, your skin.  Our face-time is not a ritual but a solemn prayer. 

An Ode to Nose Kisses

I can tell from the look in your eyes, the twinkle as you approach, that those lips are not destined for mine. 

I see them aiming for the tip of my nose, where yours will nestle in the bridge of my own and our foreheads will rest against each other and I will sigh.

I will know your thoughts because they will be my thoughts; How I love your smell, your sounds, your skin. 

Our face-time is not a ritual but a solemn prayer. 

(Source: intimateerotica)

Hey Tumbl Buddies, Today just continued to suck out loud. I have surrendered. I’m done. Couch needed. Current status pictured above. Please distract me. I need it. Thank you in advance. Also: Argh. Some porn you can’t un-see. Be very careful when searching through innocuous tags. I have the worst possible image burned into my retinas and I can’t make it stop. (That last sentence actually sums up my entire day perfectly. So yeah.)  -Heart 

Hey Tumbl Buddies,

Today just continued to suck out loud. I have surrendered.

I’m done. Couch needed. Current status pictured above.

Please distract me. I need it. Thank you in advance.

Also: Argh. Some porn you can’t un-see. Be very careful when searching through innocuous tags. I have the worst possible image burned into my retinas and I can’t make it stop.

(That last sentence actually sums up my entire day perfectly. So yeah.) 

-Heart 

(Source: alecziscute)

This brings about the nicest aches. <3 montecervesa: Photographer: C.deMontecervesa Models: M.L-E. & S.N. Stylist: C.V.

This brings about the nicest aches. <3

montecervesa: Photographer: C.deMontecervesa Models: M.L-E. & S.N. Stylist: C.V.

I&#8217;ve always been plagued by my memory when it comes to the calendar.  I&#8217;ll never forget that my first boyfriend asked me out on June 22nd, and on February 15th I fucked a girl for the first time, and my husband proposed to me on October 12th, and the girl with whom we entered our first poly relationship was born two days before my husband, and our first date with our girlfriend &amp; boyfriend was October 24th, and Cub first kissed me on March 5th, and a year ago today I was counting down the minutes until I picked Sunny up from the airport.  I can&#8217;t remember a phone number or my bank balance to save my life, numbers swim from my head like minnows fleeing shadows, but these dates stick. They stay with me, year after year. 

I’ve always been plagued by my memory when it comes to the calendar. 

I’ll never forget that my first boyfriend asked me out on June 22nd, and on February 15th I fucked a girl for the first time, and my husband proposed to me on October 12th, and the girl with whom we entered our first poly relationship was born two days before my husband, and our first date with our girlfriend & boyfriend was October 24th, and Cub first kissed me on March 5th, and a year ago today I was counting down the minutes until I picked Sunny up from the airport. 

I can’t remember a phone number or my bank balance to save my life, numbers swim from my head like minnows fleeing shadows, but these dates stick.

They stay with me, year after year. 

Tags | dates | bunny | light | Little | memory | sigh | thoughts |

When your ex girlfriend’s new blog shows up in the little sidebar where that fucking ass-clown of a TumblrBot suggests blogs you might be interested in.

"Wasn't there anyone else there to lavish you with attention?" 

"Wasn't there anyone else there

to lavish you with attention?"

You and me both Madge, you and me both. 

You and me both Madge, you and me both. 

"Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem."
— Janet Fitch (via deviantfemme)

(Source: larmoyante)

Tags | quote | sigh | janet fitch |
Boots or heels? The heels look sexier but snow in heels sucks. Vodka will be a factor, which means snow filled heels becomes less of a problem. Okay twist my arm I&#8217;ll wear the heels.

Boots or heels? The heels look sexier but snow in heels sucks. Vodka will be a factor, which means snow filled heels becomes less of a problem. Okay twist my arm I’ll wear the heels.

(Source: femmeproblems)

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