January 2010
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Sunday
Morning, and I am thick and hard. Sleeping has left the thinking on the pillow. This is simple and basic. Hard and hungry and in search of somewhere to bury it all. No pulling at the strings of the sweater. Just cut it off.
There is nothing to do but possess her, until she is free.
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I want to strip you naked and see your inner self, the one you keep hidden...
– Excerpt from S+M 101, by Mistresse Matisse, for F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs. via beautifulanddepraved via nightmarebrunette via rainballzsunshine
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Because only when you fuck is everything that you dislike in life and everything...
– Philip Roth, The Dying Animal nightmarebrunette (via rainballzsunshine)
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Roller Coaster
A belt wrapped carefully around her arms. A scarf around her wrists. Unfettered access. Then the roller coaster rush that comes from being offered this vulnerability. The rush following the crest of a hill, where your breathing is filled with helium. You can get lost in this alone, and forget to touch her. Then you remember what the lightest touch in the perfect spot can do. The only trouble with...
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