yourbadgrrl:

Excerpt from Little Red Riding Hood, by Charles Perrault

“Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!”

“All the better to eat you up with.”

And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say “wolf,” but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.

This one is for Mister Wolf…

(Source: dead-little-girl)

fuckmeimwet:

http://fuckmeimwet.tumblr.com/

(Source: sedutor-favorito)

slavesdiary:

After work party.. So she remembers her place..

(Source: fetisher1)

rolledtrousers:

There are two reasons I do the things I do to you. 

The first is that I like to do it. You like to do it. We have mutual sexy, kinky fuck times, and everyone’s happy and satisfied and exhausted at the end of it. We both come at the end of it, and while you might have a red, sore bum from where I got handsy, it’s pretty great for everyone involved. Even the pain is good, because you’re the masochist to my sadist, and I love to hurt you in the way you love to be hurt.

But then there’s the part of you that desperately wants to please, and even if you’re not exactly into the thing that I like, you want to do it anyway, because that will please me, and pleasing me is what turns you on. 

The thing is, I like to do the things that you like, too. If you enjoy it, I enjoy it. 

It’s about the disconnect between the mental and the physical. I might adore biting you, if that’s the thing that’s going to make you buck your hips and arch your back. But if it leaves you cold, unless I particularly want it, I’m not going to get the same reward out of it. And the parts of me that are sadistically inclined rely on you enjoying the pain. Except if you’re doing it just to please me, and that is making you enjoy it, then it all starts to become a bit of a mindfuck. 

Because you want to do it regardless of whether I’ve got qualms about it. If I end up not wanting to do it, then you feel like you’ve ruined my fun, and end up annoyed at both yourself and the situation, which I don’t want. But if you don’t have the natural proclivity towards getting spanked, or choked, or any of these things that I’ve expressed an interest in… I, well. I just don’t know. Do I still want to do it? Do you still want me to?

It’s a blurry line, and one I’ve crossed more than once. I’m still no more sure of the answer, though.

Safe.

Your fingers running through my hair, tucking loose strands behind my ear. Your fingers caressing my hands. Your arm wrapped around me while you cover my shoulder in kisses. Waking up to your kisses and kissing me while I’m asleep. Your kisses on my forehead, kissing my mess of hair on my head. Your kisses that trail down my arm. Your smile when you see me smile.

It feels safe here, here with you. But it’s dangerous, I’m not meant to trust strangers.

(Source: mrjackthereal)

Learning to share…

(Source: lordschuft)

I feel like this today. :(