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I am bored. I’m babysitting and the child is sleeping. What to do?

Titties.

Party attire

Party attire

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positivelifetips:

"The more you express gratitude for what you have, the more things you’ll have to express gratitude for."- Zig Ziglar

positivelifetips:

"The more you express gratitude for what you have, the more things you’ll have to express gratitude for."- Zig Ziglar

lezlexi:

There is SO much to love about this, its multi pierced clit shield, lock style piercing, the industrial control shown….
How aroused the pet is even with its sealed cunt.
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Who wants a clit shield? This little girl. She wants a clit shield. Yes, she does.

lezlexi:

There is SO much to love about this, its multi pierced clit shield, lock style piercing, the industrial control shown….

How aroused the pet is even with its sealed cunt.

Yum!

Who wants a clit shield? This little girl. She wants a clit shield. Yes, she does.

(Source: chastity-dreams)

desire-avenue:

beggingforpermission:

desire-avenue:

Listen to me, slut. I have the cock, I make the rules and the rules are simple:

You do whatever I tell you to do, and I do whatever the fuck I want with you.

Is that clear? Good. Now spread them for me.

Time to go masturbate…thanks desire avenue!

Oh. So that explains the sudden wave of new followers I had just recently.

It’s a ridiculously hot post. You write ridiculously hot comments. They almost never fail to make my breath catch in my throat, my heart race, and my cunt cream itself. You should have lots and lots of followers, so they can enjoy you first-hand.

(Source: firm-grip-on-the-neck)

beggingforpermission:

made-with-spoken-ly:

not to spoil the ending for you but… everything’s going to be okay | Ayisha made this with Spoken.ly

Words I always need to hear.

beggingforpermission:

made-with-spoken-ly:

not to spoil the ending for you but… everything’s going to be okay | Ayisha made this with Spoken.ly

Words I always need to hear.

whiskeyanddiscipline:

I can’t stand it when a girl closes her legs while I’m entertaining myself with her pussy.

Fortunately, rope is an excellent remedy for this problem.

Still a favorite.

Still a favorite.

Day 49

Today, I Celebrate. It’s been 7 weeks and the surprising truth of it all is that I am far more joyful, and doing far better, than I could have ever imagined doing while I was with Him.

I have been furious, I have been desolate. I’ve been racked with loss. I’ve been so afraid of being without him, of who I would become without his guidance. I have felt the severing of the most secure attachment bond I have ever known and breathed through that pain.

I have been disparaging, and played over and over in my head the ways I was wronged. I have felt guilt, and played over and over in my head the ways I wronged him. I honored my feelings, named them, and allowed them to rest.

I forgave us both.

And now…now I am mostly grateful.

I have loved, to a depth and breadth that most people will go their whole lives and never know. This makes me one of the lucky ones.

I have experienced a heartbreak that now allows me to have deeper compassion for others, because for the first time I truly understand what they are going through. I am a better person.

I was more judgemental on other people’s relationships and dynamics before, even if I kept my opinions to myself. I’m expanding, becoming more open minded and accepting deep in my heart.

These are all reasons to be grateful.

For these reasons listed, for the beautiful friendships I’m cultivating, for my renewed sense of self, for the life I am (literally) building in my apartment (as I put together piece after piece of furniture), for the rest and ease of my soul as I realize that somewhere along the line I internalized: I can’t earn Grace.

For these and many others unlisted, I am grateful.

And it’s time to Celebrate.