And They Call Me Einstein

meh-ness:

“It’s hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That’s part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can’t refuse anything and can’t even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.”

“It’s hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That’s part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can’t refuse anything and can’t even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.”

ilovesexypics:

iLoveSexyPics

Boys will be boys, that’s what people say. No one ever mentions how girls have to be something other than themselves altogether. We are to stifle the same feelings that boys are encouraged to display. We are to use gossip as a means of policing ourselves — this way those who do succumb to sex but are not damaged by it are damaged instead by peer malice. Girls demand a covenant because if one gives in, others will be expected to do the same. We are to remain united in cruelty, ignorance, and aversion. Or we are to starve the flesh from our bones, penalizing the body for its nature, castigating ourselves for advances we are powerless to prevent. We are to make false promises then resist the attentions solicited. Basically we are to become expert liars. (p. 65)

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—	― Hilary Thayer Hamann, Anthropology of an American Girl (via theconcupiscentconcubine) Change it y’all

textmesomethingdirty:

dirtystorytime:

When I tie you up, I do that for myself. I am greedy. So that I can completely dominate you in every way. So that I can lick you until you cum all over my face, and not touch yourself in any way. So I can spank you, and not have your hands in my way. So that I can run my face across your back and neck, my warm breath on the goose bumps on your cold body. So I can rub your pussy and clit until you cum, and cum and cum again and not push my hands away when it’s too much.

When I tie you up, you are completely vulnerable. My every whim and desire. You give yourself to me. You submit. If I sit inches from your face as I masturbate, where you can’t do anything about it. When I cum on myself, and let it run down my chest, my stomach or my leg. I go soft while you watch. Helpless.

When I tie you up, we bond. We have an unspoken trust. You know that I will not push you beyond your limits, your boundaries. I know you are completely mine. That there is no limit or boundary that you will not bend to please me. You know that I will not hurt you, and I know that you will not admit when it hurts. We are of one mind.

When I blindfold you, I do that for you. Out of pure generosity. The extension of your senses, being pushed to all bounds. All of your senses heightened.

Your sense of touch, feeling the slap of my hand without the forewarning, or the tenderness of my breath or a feather on your neck, the feeling of me being inside you.

Your sense of taste, heightened without the bias of sight.You get to taste again for the first time, the sweetness of a kiss, the saltiness of my sweat during our lovemaking, the tartness of my cum on your lips.

Your sense of smell, aroused by the scent of pure sex in the air, the freshness of our bedsheets, the pureness of the air itself after a morning rain.

Your sense of hearing, teased by every little moan we both take, overwhelmed by the constant sounds of wetness as my cock slides in and out, aroused by our rapid short breaths.