hornydeniedgirl:

He pulled over on a wooded, remote stretch of the road and turned to her.

“Are you wet?”

She has kept the vibe on her clit on medium for over an hour now, just as he ordered. Of course she was wet.

“Good. Get out of the car, take your pants down and hop on the hood. I need to cum now.”

Keeping her denied for a week before the road trip was an excellent idea. He kept her stimulated whenever he was driving, and she was very eager to get him off whenever he felt like it.

It will take them a while to get to their destination, but neither of them minded that one bit.

hornydeniedgirl:

Mirrors are vastly underrated. Watching yourself get fucked is incredibly erotic, especially when he’s right behind you, watching your face in the mirror as he’s fucking you, pulling your hair, ordering you to watch what a wanton slut you are, as his cock keeps sliding into your dripping hole over and over and over.

Yes, please.

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We’re returning to the Oubliette in Bedfordshire for Mia’s Birthday in a couple of weeks and we thought we’d do a similar impact play challenge as we’ve done before. For every like, reblog and reply, I will add one slap/cane/flog for Mia to endure over the spanking bench or on the St Andrews Cross. The Oubliette has a large selection of canes, whips, floggers and paddles to vary how she receives. Last time we did this, Mia had 450 lashes of the cane to endure, so lets see if we can beat that this time. How ever many notes this has by 6pm on 2nd November is how much she’ll have to endure. Be mean guys!!!

books-n-quotes:

“Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost. Because it’s something to do to pass the time until she is old enough to experience the things she writes about.”

— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love