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Archive for January, 2016

If she fucks you …

Thursday, January 21st, 2016

sex

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.

~Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

true love

Wednesday, January 20th, 2016

an email exchange

Dearest Scunt:

Watched torture porn (teeth were pulled, barbed wire was shoved up an ass … ya know, business as usual) over the weekend and thought about you.

xoxoxo,

Ms. Angela

scunt heart

My Goddess:

I am so hungry for you right now that I can taste my suffering.

Groveling and cringing,

Scunt

I might touch it …

Friday, January 8th, 2016

you want me to touch it, don't you

… I might not.

Vintage Cross-Dressing

Sunday, January 3rd, 2016

harrysfranklyn

Harry S. Franklyn

Drag Queen. circa 1920s

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We’re born naked, and the rest is drag. ~RuPaul

BDSM Gratitude

Saturday, January 2nd, 2016

serve

 

Dear Mistress Angela,

Thank you for our call tonight.

I can’t explain my feelings around you. I do trust you more than anyone I have ever known. I trust you to want the best for me, to protect me, and yet… I fear. I fear where you can take me, I fear how depraved and dirty you make me feel, I fear how excited this makes me.

And yet I want it all. I want you to control me, my everything. I want to suffer for you and I want to rejoice for you. I want to be afraid. I want to know the fear. I want to put myself to your absolute control, and mercy. I want to know the joy that only you can open for me.

I want to lick my tears from your feet.
Tears of pain and fear.
Tears of joy and wonder.
Tears that I wept on you, for you.
I want to taste your flesh seasoned with my salt.

Please Goddess, I want to orgasm. I want to come with your voice in my ears and your name on my lips. I want beyond all words, beyond all grammar. I want so that all I know is want. I want so desperately that it is not the orgasm I desire, but the communion with you that allows it.

Love,

Your Boy

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Mmmm. Emails like this.