I love my solitude but I was meant to be a lover.
(via kushandwizdom)
Month: January 2018
I know I have to say it. The words that could unravel it all before it has even had a chance to really begin. But if I don’t…if I wait…then there is still the chance, the illusion, the possibility, that I could be wrong. The possibility that I won’t have to start all over again at square one. The hope that all of that time and investment of energy will not be wasted on someone who clearly doesn’t appreciate it. And maybe then I would not find myself doubting my own judgment.
The text message was brief.
“I’m waiting.”
Waiting? Where? Frantically I scrolled through my messages. Had I missed one? It had been a sort of busy morning and it was possible, although unlikely, given how eagerly I read every message he sent me.
I swallowed and texted back.
“Where?”
“My office. 30 minutes.”
I was out of my chair and grabbing my purse before I finished reading. With traffic it was going to take me 25 minutes to get to his office. Maybe I should take the train? But then if I didn’t time that right it might take longer. Dammit. This was why he’d asked what my schedule was like today and I’d been so pleased that for once I had no meetings or conference calls after 11 am.
I jumped into the uber, panting slightly from my mad dash to the curb. I fished around for my compact – I hadn’t stopped to check my appearance before leaving my office. My cell phone buzzed with another text.
“Take off your panties and show me.”
I swallowed hard, really grateful I had chosen to sit in the back. The driver didn’t seem to be paying attention but if he looked in the rearview he might see me. Shrugging off the prickling embarrassment, I wiggled, trying to hook my panties underneath the tight pencil skirt I had on. I finally got them off and took a quick picture before stuffing them in my purse. I kept my eyes glued to my phone so I wouldn’t have to look up and see if the driver had caught me and knew. I was flushed, embarrassed, but oh so turned on. I could feel the wetness gathering on my thighs now that my pussy was bare. I squirmed in the seat, acutely conscious of the fabric of my skirt on my ass.
We finally pulled up outside his building. 5 minutes to spare! I mumbled a hurried thanks and slammed the door of the car, hurrying to get inside. I still needed to get up to his floor and find him. In the elevator I smoothed a hand over my hair hoping it was not as messy as it felt. Arriving at his floor, I walked up to his office and saw him sitting there. He stood as soon as he caught sight of me, wrapping a hand around my arm. I glanced around nervously but no one was paying any attention. “Hello gorgeous” he said, “let’s take a walk.”
I followed him down a corridor, trying not to catch anyone’s eye until we reached an empty conference room – a wall of windows with partially closed blinds faced the corridor. He ushered me in and closed the door. I shivered as I heard the snick of the lock.
“Lie on the table, on your stomach.”
“Sir..?” I was genuinely confused, looking nervously away from him and at the white folding table that sat in the middle of the room.
“Table. On your stomach. Come one Princess, we don’t have a lot of time.” He was snapping the blinds closed even as he was talking, then moving to turn on the lamp I hadn’t even noticed in the corner of the room.
I scurried to do as he asked, trying to wriggle onto the table in my skirt and heels. I finally got situated and propped myself up on my elbows, looking at him expectantly. He was half cast in shadow, but I could see the hungry way he looked at me. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, stepping closer, so that his crotch was at my eye level. “But I can’t see your pretty ass.” He leaned over me and shoved my skirt up over my ass until it was gathered at my waist, the garter belt, stockings and black thong he’d picked out that morning on display along with my ass. He smiled and smacked me sharply, once on each cheek, just hard enough to leave a slight pink mark. “Are you wet for me baby?”
“Yes, sir.” I said – somewhat hopefully.
“Take out my cock babygirl – see how I’m already hard and leaking for you.”
With shaky fingers I unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down, letting his gorgeous, hard cock spring free into my waiting hand. With a sound of pleasure I ran my finger around the head, catching the drop of precum that waited for me, and bringing it to my mouth, all while looking up at him.
With a growl he put one hand on the back of my head and shoved my mouth down on his cock “All the way down, like that, ohhh fuck yes, good girl. Don’t stop until I cum.” I smiled to myself as I wrapped my tongue around the places I knew he was most sensitive and opened my throat as much as I could. This was definitely my idea of a great lunch date.
If someone is really into you, you don’t have to keep begging them for a text, call, or to spend time. They’ll do it if you’re a priority.
T.W. (via the-perfect-aesthetic)
Nothing good ever comes from too many people knowing your business. Being private and low-key is the best way to be.
T.W (via the-perfect-aesthetic)
Cane
The wince as she sits the reminder of her night,
The memory of his cane such sweet delight,
Lost in the moment entering pains black door,
The memory of your own voice calling for more,
Shifting soft movement the tingling as you take that seat,
Oh how the marks you felt appearing that feeling so sweet,
The spasms of your body the hunger for the next strike,
Flooding sensations of the moment returning you really do like,
His hunger to adorn your beautiful body with his mark,
The way you looked at your buttocks this morning bruises so dark,
You look across the table and remember his caring staring eyes,
That’s when you loose the pain acknowledge the new feeling between your thighs.
Written by me
You wanna know what abuse is? It’s a 9 year old concentrating on the coils of green shag carpet as her uncle molests her ass. It’s a 9 year old wondering if her bleeding ass means she’s gotten her period.
You know what abuse isn’t? Thoughtful people that spend ginormous amounts of time reassuring abuse victims they weren’t to blame. That they aren’t broken.
🚫TRIGGER WARNING!!!
MY RESPONSE TO A CHILDHOOD SEXUAL ABUSE POST MAY TRIGGER ISSUES
🚫PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK
@elizabethgraves thank you 💞
Dear Victims/Survivors,
It’s not you. It was never you.
Now I know we humans like to tell ourselves little stories to make us feel better, stories that delude us into believing we have complete control over our safety. Stories like, if only I could … Or like, if only I had … Or like, if only I hadn’t … But, my dears, those are only stories. The truth is that someone took advantage of their power and hurt you. They were older, bigger, more powerful.
Let me offer you a poor substitute of what you are entitled to, but will probably never hear from those who need to say it. Allow me to speak the words for them:
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it. I’m sorry I didn’t see your pain. I’m sorry I didn’t hear your silent cries. I’m sorry I didn’t save you from this. Saving you was a grownup’s job, not yours my dear sweet ones. Yours was to be you.
My dear ones I know there is no magic in these words from me, but it is all I have to give. And it is given from a place of love for you and rage at those that hurt you.
Love,
Me
* NOTE: I’m not a victim/survior or a therapist. I don’t claim knowledge, only empathy.
This. So much this. In ancient Celtic society, almost all crimes were dealt with through compensation (a cow for stealing someone’s goods, etc) The only crime for which I can find a punishment in the lore was the rape and abuse of a child. The abuser was burned alive. I can find no fault with that punishment.
Kinda makes you wonder who would make such lenient legislation for such crimes in modern times doesn’t it? Probably the least defensible part of our modern criminal justice system. I am normally proud of my part in the system, but not on this issue. Seems ridiculous to me that someone assaulting a child abuser is likely to get a harsher sentence than the child abuser. Also the only thing that keeps me from taking matters into my own hands.
The image that originally brought me to tumblr.
Oh sweet Jesus, her face tugs at my heart.
Countdown T – 7 days…
Today’s mood – impatient
Countdown – 44 hours
Current mood – unbelievably horny after only 1 orgasm since last Friday.
I love driving on these beautiful highways in Switzerland!
Switzerland is one of the most beautiful places I have seen so far. Majestic mountains, green fields, beautiful lakes. Sorry Italy, but the best pizza I ever had was from a stone oven in a tiny town on the shores of Lake Geneva. We had been driving for 2 days. We ate pizza and watched the sun set over the Lake and the moon rise. Those were the good moments worth remembering.
Sir's submissive 