“Don’t look up at me, dear. Did I tell you to move? I make you stay, I make you come. But first….I make you beg.”
Love this.
I’m not sure if knife play is for me, but this text is just so beautiful. I wish I could find this in partner. I want us to push each other, to grow. It was one of the best parts about my ex, the way she guided me through overcoming my fear of phallic objects. The way she listened and was patient. The way she knew what was enough and what was too much. The way we discovered together something that deeply turned us on that we never really knew about fully. I miss that. I want a partner that will push me and will let me push them. I would have never discovered half of myself sexually if not for her.
Somehow or other I appear to have developed a reputation for liking things a little… extreme. I can’t imagine how that happened. Unless you’ve read the posts where I say I like to push the limits and reach the extremes…
But here’s the thing - I know how to take a girl on the journey. I know how to figure out where she is right now, what is ‘extreme’ to her right at this moment, and I know how to stretch her from that point… You don’t tie a girl up and whip out the knife the first night - unless she’s a very special girl. Pacing isn’t weakness - it’s wisdom. Play the girl in front of you tonight, not the one last night or tomorrow night.
If you pay enough attention, if you listen carefully, if you read her body, if you ask the right questions… she’ll start revealing the path. She’ll tell you how to push her, where the next barrier is, what is the lure that will pull her deeper, which shadow is the one she needs to explore next… A deep, dark, powerful part of her already wants the extreme - and you can feel the shiver that emerges from that part when you whisper in her ear… It’s my job to clear those fears and barriers, the self-censoring and guilt, the self-limiting beliefs and the petty voices in her head… all that is currently preventing her from falling, from falling all the way down… to where she can fully join me.
And then, when the knife cuts through cloth, when the blade touches her skin, she will say “Yes… yes… this is what I crave… This is what I need… Don’t hold back. All the way… now… please…. all the way.”
Although I can’t do knife play, nor would my wife want to, but I also like the text above. It really moves me and makes perfect sense to me, and really resonates.
You have bowl full of gummy bears and then you fill the bowl halfway with the alcohol of your choice. Put it in the freezer or fridge, your choice. But the gummies will soak the alcohol and you eat the gummies and get faded.
They increase by ten times the size
sup trish’s birthday.Fuck yes.
I need to do this
must do this
