Thinking Disrespectfully

Thinking disrespectfully

There's something so hot about being put on a leash.

Whether it's with the care of a collar being put on with a leash then being attached, or (my current focus) having my top pull out their belt and fashion a leash right there.

Please, fuck, just let me be pulled around. Make it just slightly to tight so that my breath stutters

I'd blame this on my starting T, but I've been having some Funky Times (tm) for four months now, even pre-T.

I'm going to eat my ovaries with a rusty spoon

Snowy day out. As a kid, my dad would challenge me (and himself) to try to successfully start a fire with only one match.

This one took two, but given that the logs had accumulated some moisture, I give myself a pass

Can we talk about the importance of aftercare?

On one hand, you get to be there for your partner. You get to laugh, be silly, clean each other up, and enjoy an intimate moment as you both come down from the rush of pleasure.

On the other hand, you get to make sure a scene wasn't too rough or that if it was you can talk about the good and the bad parts. What to keep and what to abolish. You get to hold your partner (Dom or sub, aftercare goes both ways!!) and tell them that they were perfect. That they're enough. That, ultimately, you feel safe with them.

You get to reassure the other and be comforted yourself.

Just, intimacy comes in many forms. Sex is one, aftercare is another.

Anyone wanna hop into my ask box and tell me how to edge/jack off for Tumblr?

Pretty please?