@flightyBroad — #dubcon
We listen and we do not judge. Dollification. I don't believe in love at first sight. But seeing someone's eyes glazed over while I climb over them, both of us fully aware the other cannot lift a finger to stop me? Even knowing that they never would if they could? That just might come infuriatingly close sooner than I do at the sight alone. There's something so soft and serene about listless dependency and it makes for a beautiful grounds for artistic expression. For as long as I've harbored a warm fondness for the idea of helping people in a tangible (and clinical?) sense, I've always really dee...Read more
We listen and we do not judge, addendum 1. Is there not something so rapturous about the bliss of being able to 'blame it on something in the water'? By most counts, our bodies are roughly 50% to 60% water. Quite consistently there is something in that water. Something that makes us behave. Strangely. And when the primordial oozes of chemicals graft themselves onto the pathways of our brain, slicked throughout the span of an entirely overexerted central nervous system, we become slaves to our instincts. The way hands interlock. The manner in which fingers conspire to unravel our primitive cloth and cov...Read more
Going for a walk. Anything could happen. #NSFW #NSFWE #Implied #Agrexophilia #Intercourse #Outercourse #Outerspacecourse #Heavy-Petting #Petplay #Dubcon #Incest #Fluff #Angst #PWP #Domestic-Fluff #Hurt-Comfort #First-Time #Last-Time #Creampies #Alternate-Universe #Modern-AU #Medieval-AU #One-Night-Stand #Established-Relationship #Oral-Sex #Anal-Sex #Anal-Crushing #Facesitting #Facefucking #Blow-Jobs #BBWS #Rimming #Dirty-Talk #BDSM #Dominance/Submission #Spanking #Gore #Snuff #Murder #Entrapment #Bondage #Unbalanced-Power-Dynamics #Praise-Kink #Humiliation-Kink #Pain-Kink #Masochism #Sadism #Aftercare ...Read more
If I may confess something untoward? I have come to the realization I may be microdosing hypnosis fetishism by peppering 'good boy', 'good girl', and 'sweetheart' appended at the end of my sentences with increasing frequency. The sub-perceptual dosage of control it affords me has become, for lack of a more savory phrasing, something of an addiction. In a manner similar to he who clutches feet by the heels and strikes up a spurious preoccupation with a woman's shoes, I fear I may have mocked the idea of exerting my will onto another nonverbally long enough for it to retreat into the dark recesses of ...Read more