pregnant bondage? bondage with fairies? i feel like a virgin again. how fun.
rainy day in October
The rain is slipping down the roof, running into the gutters, pattering on the ragged grape leaves. I’m not in the mood to work, not in the mood to think, not in the mood to be here at home. I’ve been fantasizing about you for all day, on and off, hot and cold, thinking about the past and what the future could be.
I want you to come home so we can make a nest on the floor and drink hot cocoa with marsh mellows. Our cups leaving milky rings on the floorboards, your breath warm on my cheek, I want you to whisper the dirty things you’re going to do to me.
I want to lick your neck and hear you sigh. I want to feel your biker’s thighs against mine, as our legs twine.
I want to hear you moan and taste spun sugar on your lips.
But you’ve got a girlfriend who smokes menthols, and I’ve got a husband, and even phone calls are a rarity between us.
When you come home it will be in another city, another time zone, 5,000 miles away, and there are no marshmallows in the cupboard.
Yes! The chair is red.
Ok, ok, ok. I hate collages especially video collages. I HATE them. I hate them in all situations. They are never cute or clever or arousing. So why god can’t I stop watching this one? She’s still got her panties on for christ’s sake!
It’s her face and the way it all fits together… it’s insanely fuck me hot.
omgosh
(Source: fandomgifs, via hypersexed)
I’ve got a few in this series that I’m playing with. In the context of self expression, when shooting alone and actually binding yourself it’s a funny concept. I’ve been thinking though, not that different than when playing with a partner, because the bondage is so often a mental game.
