C. Quinn (aliascquinn.tumblr.com)
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Today was the day I promised her she could go “home”. She had been good for me for a whole month. I let her get dressed, and as her hand touched the doorknob I could almost feel the excited energy coming off of her. Her face changed so quickly when
aliascquinn: sydneyrenee55: sydneyrenee55: my will and self restraint have come to fail me now
sydneyrenee55: do I have to get out of bed today?
sydneyrenee55: “Once, I lit his soul on fire, incandescent from within, though he called me liar, I knew I was his favorite sin…” @aliascquinn
Pain or pleasure… I’ll twist you up inside, make you mistake one for the other, make you beg for both. You will soon realize it doesn’t really matter - what you’re truly seeking, what you really crave is my satisfaction.
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I was talking to my pretty pet ( @sydneyrenee55 , pictured above) about how clueless she is when it comes to figuring out if a girl likes her. It’s kind of adorable. The best analogy I have is - she’s like a puppy trying to figure out sliding glass
sydneyrenee55: my will and self restraint have come to fail me now
sydneyrenee55: theruleset: Fuck, there’s a new idea. Holy crap @aliascquinn @sydneyrenee55 Yes, I’ve thought of this and a few other predicament situations to restructure and train your posture. Lord knows you need it sometimes.
I’m not paying for it - you’re my slut, not my whore. But you will work for it.
boredlittlehousekeeper: Maybe I don’t even want the ability to say no. “Maybe.”
sydneyrenee55: herliege: herliege: be-pleasing-always: my devotion eternal, my trust complete whichever depths i travel, i know i will not drown ©words: cat / be-pleasing-always Drowning If one were to take the internet at its word, anyone who
sydneyrenee55: aliascquinn: I told her if she wakes anyone else in the house, she wouldn’t be cumming until Christmas. How did you make your Thanksgiving fun? (Thought of you this holiday, @sydneyrenee55. Maybe you were lucky I couldn’t make it…)
I told her if she wakes anyone else in the house, she wouldn’t be cumming until Christmas. How did you make your Thanksgiving fun? (Thought of you this holiday, @sydneyrenee55. Maybe you were lucky I couldn’t make it…)
You were so useful to me this morning… I will let you have a minute to prepare both me and yourself for what is to come.
Basically fucking this. I want us to grow together and help each other grow individually. I don’t need you, but I really fucking want you.
sydneyrenee55: Daddy says good little girls are constantly learning new ways to be pleasing. Have a gif! I particularly like the tags “even a dumb cunt can learn new tricks” and “activebdsmblog” (which will become a thing)
If you can’t demonstrate how badly you want it, why do you imagine I would ever let you keep it? Now. Work that ass.
I know how badly you want to feel this in your cunt, and you know that you’re not allowed. So you’re going to take my cock, feel it in your hand, and even as your hungry lower lips drool for it you’re going to set aside your wants and obey me
Making her prepare herself for what’s next, even as she sheathes your cock and rides you.
Her mouth falls open at the same speed as his zipper descends, her tongue running lightly along her lips as she fails to suppress a low moan. She’s been waiting for this, and she can tell from the tension in his hands and his quick motions how strong
The fear and anticipation accentuate the sting. Emphasizing that you’re not in control of your own fate; you know it is coming and you can do nothing to change that fact.
I’ll make you forget which way is up, shake you to your core, and divorce you of the idea that your body is controlled by anything other than my two hands.
Practice makes perfect, and enthusiasm is easy to practice. Just look at those vacant eyes.
Prom didn’t go quite as expected…
Teamwork is so important
‘Mercy’ is a word delightfully absent from our interactions…
I love the way she puts her hand down of her own volition. It speaks volumes.
She may be restrained, but the raw guarded anticipation you can feel coming off of her speaks volumes through her silence. She is waiting to be tested.
Vulnerability but also quite a bit of spirit in those eyes…
A single meandering traipse through the sometimes cluttered maze of my mind; a constant presence, from the first time you entered. A focal point amongst the chaos.
That last checkup to make sure she’s completely ready for going out…
This was never something I thought I’d find, until she made me realize I could show her all of me, and it would not change her love…
You touched a place in my soul I didn’t know was empty; you made me redefine the word “home”.
Love the shoes, whore.
I know she’s listening from the bathroom, as I take a new playmate to our bed. She wasn’t feeling like going out but begged me for a quiet, relaxing night in, so that she could take a nice long bath. She whispered delicious entreaties for me to
I‘m yours; pull over and use me at your whim, Sir.
Let me see the devotion shining in your eyes, on those occasions I allow you to look up at me.
Intoxicated; breathe me in. Airless, gasping, lips on skin.
What a determined little multitasker…