Ouch

Ouch

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kindlybeatingher:

This will get your day off to a good start slut

kindlybeatingher:

This will get your day off to a good start slut

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freakydeakygifs:

Bobbi Starr and Princess Donna!

Three of my fav stars in one

ilovepornextreme:

Princess Donna & James Deen in rough business Pt#2 of 2

Not a fan of face slapping, but I do enjoy seeing princess Donna in a submissive role

ilovepornextreme:

Warming up those tits with some nice nipple pinching and good slapping

t1965:

It’s been a busy time making things for goodgirl2011.  This is something we have been talking about for a while.  They are spiked bra pads.  I have just finished making the second one.  25 spikes in each that are designed to leave the square marking pattern required. she has tested one, wearing it for 40 minutes each side, but now she can wear both together.  In her tightest bra obviously.  When she wore it out she was constantly looking for opportunities to press her tits against things.

bobsgirl714:

em56:

I’m sure she enjoys walking about all day, her cunt lips being tugged, pulled and stretched with every step.

Why yes,  yes I would.

bobsgirl714:

em56:

I’m sure she enjoys walking about all day, her cunt lips being tugged, pulled and stretched with every step.

Why yes, yes I would.

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Good morning

I’ve noticed that I’ve been instinctively caressing myself in the mornings during that half-sleepy transition to wakefulness. I don’t really know why, just that it makes it imperative to shower in the mornings even when I’m running late.

I’m trying to keep a level head and not run into trouble. I think I gave a couple people the wrong impression already. But gosh, I want some play time.

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Anonymous said: Hi! It's me. The last pic on the aug 14 entry where the girl is getting spanked right on her pussy and asshole is so hot. No wonder you said oh my goodness. I hope your new man is becoming what you want him to be. A guy could read this blog thoroughly and know exactly how to please you. I think it would be so hot to meet a girl like you in a situation where you know the person's kinky desires and limits. YOU ARE AWESOME!!!

Thanks. I don’t have a man right now, actually. I am in a sort of limbo. I went out with someone that lives a couple hours away. We correspond sparingly, but I don’t know where that stands. As such, I consider myself single but tethered. And that guy is vanilla.

There’s someone local that I get spanked by now and then. I keep fantasizing about doing more, but I don’t want to mess up what’s already there. My worlds shouldn’t mix. Such a shame.

I may meet someone this weekend. He seems vanilla on the surface, but you never know what’s beneath. I hope there is attraction; a spark. I’m tired of being patient and I’m ready to play harder.

ultimate-degradation:

Lay there and take it like a good girl, this is for me, not you.

I kind of want to try anal sex.The scientific side of me balks at how unsanitary it seems, given the plethora of microbial growth buried within the bowel.But this other side…this wanton, reckless, thigmophilic side…this other side of me wants to feel.

ultimate-degradation:

Lay there and take it like a good girl, this is for me, not you.

I kind of want to try anal sex.

The scientific side of me balks at how unsanitary it seems, given the plethora of microbial growth buried within the bowel.

But this other side…this wanton, reckless, thigmophilic side…this other side of me wants to feel.

mrtriskel:

Now, if you really have to hurt a woman…

mrtriskel:

Now, if you really have to hurt a woman…

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The rule

I spent some time away this summer. Time exploring the city, relishing cuisine, absorbing culture. It was a time of growth; it was a time of discovery. I embraced the foreign but held onto the familiar.

I saw a guy during that time. It was less than a couple weeks. We chatted a bit before meeting, and he charmed me away.

He had one rule: that I wasn’t allowed to “hold my own hands.”

The background is that I tend to fold my hands, to fidget. It’s a nervous thing, a shy thing. I fold my hands and periodically glance down at my lap. He had none of that. “If you’re going to hold someone’s hand, hold mine.”

I’m not big on holding hands. I like to curl my arm around his. Hug it like a teddy bear. I like it when guys seem cuddly like teddy bears. I guess holding hands isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it’s not my first choice.

I’m quiet; I’m reserved. He read me. One time, he was down for a while.

"If you’re getting tired, you can stop."

"Don’t you like it?"

I asked for more suction. A little nibbling. I placed his hands on my chest. I wanted aggression.

Things changed. He pinned me down more. He grabbed harder. He bit. He pushed me against the wall.

One time, I took the bus just after midnight to see him. It was pretty late so I asked him to meet me at the stop. He didn’t like that I took the bus. “Let me send a car for you.” But I wanted to take the bus. I let him send for a car in the morning, though. Tinted windows, air conditioned, leather seats. I sat alone quietly in the back on my way home. I felt like the driver was judging me. It’s ok, I was judging me too.

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