Anonymous asked: Why do you choose to keep your main blog separate from this one?
Well, my main blog’s url is basically a nickname of mine that everyone who knows me calls me. And while it still isn’t exactly SFW it isn’t NEARLY as explicit as this one.
So basically, if a family member googles my nickname they’ll probably find my main blog, which is full of mostly commentary about things that happen in my life and fandom and bullshit with some smattering of ‘oh that’s hot’ or ‘do want’ or whatever.
This blog has detailed accounts of my sex life.
My mom has the internet anon.
When your ex comes to a usual hang out
And is looking
Hotter than usual
And you keep.
Staring.
And thinking about
his arms
and hands
and how much you’ve always liked them.
And get caught.
Staring.
Repeatedly.
But it’s all okay because
You’ve caught him looking at your tits
Just as much.
Pup and I got a slapper!
And some bondage tape!
This is fun. Jerking him off over my lap while hitting his butt with wood- even if it’s thin- is just too great.
Master had me under his desk blowing him like my life depended on it while he clicked around the internet pretending to ignore me. I personally believe this is the best blowjob I’ve ever given as a sub. I was sloppy and gagged myself and pushed my limits. I kept a good pace and at a point he stood up and moved over to his bed and I didn’t let his cock out of my mouth for anything. I crawled after him as fast as I could to keep it. Eventually he did pop out and I whined as I went to get it back.
Of course he found this adorable so he made me do it a couple more times to tease me. Then he grabbed onto my hair really fucking tightly and held me away from his dick, telling me to pull against the pain for it. I did, and I think we’re all lucky I didn’t end up losing hair in the process.
Later on while he was fucking me he told me I was nothing but a thing to be used. I had to say it before he’d let me cum. “I’m nothing but a thing to be used, Master’s thing for his pleasure.”
There are some days I just need to be dominated. Yesterday was one of them. And it was fucking fantastic.
Venus and Hitachi have come to play with me.
Holy fuckballs this is hot
(via sexxxisbeautiful)
Dear was already asleep when I went to bed last night. I started to doze but got woken by thunder.
I hate thunder. It’s scary and semi-triggering for me.
I clung to Dear’s side and woke him up and tried to get him to comfort me. The thunder was very sporadic an I started to doze again, he woke me up by putting my hand on his cock. We started to play a bit, but any time the thunder came back I would freak out and curl away.
Until a point, he was spooned around me and grinding his cock into my ass. He had me pulled back by the hair and was whispering in my ear.
“I wish no one else was awake in the house, I want to go outside, take off all your clothes and fuck you in the rain.”
It is impossible to notice thunder when that’s in your ear instead.
I am so fucking horny and my hitachi isn’t doing it’s job.
This fucking SUUUUCKS
Full name: Bright Switch (sorry y’all)
Gender: Queer as fuck
Age: 22
Birth date: July 3rd
Place of birth: Long Island.
Current place of residence: Different part of Long Island
Heritage: Half black and half white (i believe the white part is mostly german and the black part has some Native American in there.)
Siblings: Three older brothers
Parents: Both alive, I’m living with them. Mom is kindly and sweet. Thinks kink is the most evil thing ever. Dad is kind of an asshole but gives no fucks about my sex life.
Religious/Spiritual affiliation: I have some polytheistic spiritual beliefs but I hate religion.
Pets: Big dumb Bully Mastiff and my kitty. Kitty lives in the room with dear and I
Marital status: Single.
Sexual orientation: Pansexual
Tattoos/piercings: No tattoos yet (I have a tattoo artist connect who’ll be doing a chest piece for me though.) My ears are pierced, done when i was a baby.
PC or Mac: PC
Mobile phone: Don’t have one anymore.
Do you believe in ghosts? Kinda
Do you believe in UFOs? Nope
Abortion: Pro-choice.
Death penalty: I would like the death penalty a LOT more if the justice system wasn’t fucked up. I
Gay marriage: Should be legal but so should a lot of other fucking rights for GSM folk.
Where have you traveled? Pennsylvania repeatedly. Canada twice, jersey, upstate new york. That’s it. I can’t afford to go anywhere. Dear is planning on one day going on a road trip with me. And fucking me in his car (YEEEAAAH)
Where else can you be found on the internet? I DO have another tumblr if ya can find me ;P
After sleepily climbing out of bed to go to the bathroom and then equally sleepily climbing back in and having Dear spoon around me. I was really just ready for a nap.
But Dear had a morning hard on that kept poking me, and I was too horny to go back to sleep once that started. I started to grind back against him slowly, wondering if he had woken up. He had, we started panting and grinding into each other. I lined his dick up with me better and he immediately pulled his boxers and my panties down. He put some lube on his cock and started to push into my asshole.
I kept grinding back against him and he was fucking me in no time. He flipped me onto my stomach and gripped my sides hard while he fucked me. I was panting and whispering pleas for more, whimpering out alerts when I came three times. He fucked me hard, and even when it hurt it was only for a moment where he would kindly pause for me to adjust. After the fourth time I came he turned us back to our sides and whispered in my ear. “Can I put a condom on and fuck your pussy?” I shook my head. We didn’t have the time.
He started to fuck me again, and pushed his cock deeper inside me than it’s ever been. I whined. “Fuck, fuck you’re so deep. Oh gods, I’m gonna cum,” it was embarrassing to talk to him while this happened, but I needed to. I shuddered and came again, panting while Dear curled around me and kissed my neck.
“Fuck,” he whispered in my ear, “I almost came.” I smiled, Dear usually pulls out before cumming during anal, to jerk off or fuck my other hole. “Can I?” he growled in my ear. It’s very hard to say no to him when he uses that tone, but I started babbling on anyway.
“Well, I’m kinda scared, you always fuck way harder right before you cum, and it kinda hurts and…” He gave a few gentle thrusts as I talked. “Could you fuck me and if it hurts pull out and cum on my ass?” I asked sweetly.
He smiled and started fucking me hard. I whimpered and begged him to cum in my ass, any pain I had been feeling registering only as pleasure. I felt him cum and shuddered around him, finishing as well.
He spent the rest of the morning getting ready for work all smiles.
In case you didn’t read through carefully the new Community Guidelines limit us a bit. There are two things you should know.
1. If you blog is not tagged NSFW go do so now. That can get you shut down.
2. Tumblr does not allow us to host explicit video on here anymore. They provide a link to XHamster for those purposes. So be aware next time you want to make a video to host it somewhere else and link it to your Tumblr instead.
If you didn’t actually read that shit.
(via the-mr)
Tw: belts
I spent all day fretting and worrying over a ton of different things. My self esteem has been really low the last couple of days. I’ve just been feeling awful and sad and BLAH.
Especially in relation to Dear, he is not very expressive about his affection for me and when I’m down that.. doesn’t help.
He poked his head into the room and asked if I was okay, I said not really but I’d be fine and then he went back to what he was doing. I didn’t mind, I went about my business. But when he came back.
“Bright? Come here a minute?”
I turned and he was holding his belt, folded in half in his hands. I blinked a bit.
“Whyyy?” He smiled and pulled it taught twice, cracking it.
“Just because.”
I walked over, babbling something or other as I went. He bent me over the bed and pulled down my pants (already half down from me being lazy at the computer). I laughed lightly.
It landed across my thigh and I gasped.
“Do you want a hard one?” he asked sweetly. Dear’s tone never changes when he Doms me outside of sex. His tone could have easily been asking if I wanted a fry from his plate.
“I can live without one..” I gripped onto a pillow in front of me, still feeling less than cheery.
It cracked against my ass once. I winced and whined. Twice, I fell over whimpering. All of my negative feelings washed away. He crawled over me and kissed me gently a few times. He told me he loved me and I stroked the red spot on my ass.
I wonder if he knew that would take away my worries?
http://www.change.org/petitions/prosecute-the-killer-of-17-year-old-trayvon-martin
Please sign this, please bring some justice to this boy’s family. They can’t bring him back to life, this is all they have.
Yeah Yeah I know, porn blog. But I really need all of you to understand the gravity of this and hopefully sign this petition if you haven’t already.
It’s very important.
(via unamusedblackgirl)
Warning: belts
VICTORY!
Today when Dear was putting his belt on and I was watching him he paused for a moment and said, “I know it’s terrible, but I want to hit your ass with this.” All I could do was bite my bottom lip and grin. “But not know though.” and then I was pouting. “I have to go, and it would be loud.”
He gave me a nice mid-sized hit a bit later on when I walked passed him to get my pants.
Anonymous asked: You should be punished more. (refer to "Master's Hand made the 9th)
Alright! We’ve got one vote for punishment!
I wonder how long this vote lasts…
Jesus fuck.
I playfully was.. a bit bratty towards Master. Biting him twice when I knew he didn’t want me to. He turned me over and spanked me a few times with my pants on. Harder than usual, but not too much for me to handle.
Then my jeans came off.
He spanked me twice- once on each cheek. I was done, I fell to the side and groaned over and over. He asked me tauntingly if I needed a break and I nodded, groaning out a “yes sir” barely able to close my mouth. He made me roll on my stomach and I was genuinely afraid he was going to continue without letting me recover. He was a bit annoyed with me as he placed a very cold glass of water against my ass to soothe it. “More trust pet,” he said and said he would punish me for my lack of faith later. After about five minutes he asked if I wanted to continue and I said I would after I went to the bathroom.
I saw his handprint in bright screaming red on my ass in the mirror. One smack had done it. I was excited but a bit terrified.
I came back and gave him a kiss. He demanded my pants off again and I felt self conscious as he watched me pull them down. Losing them made me feel more vulnerable than it usually did.
I went to crawl back on the bed to prepare, he bent me over before I could and spanked me once. I yelled out and fell against the bed, panting. He laughed. “Just wanted to do that once before we continue, go on.”
I was bent over, face down, ass up on the bed. He smacked my other cheek and I flailed a bit in pain. He told me to keep one hand open and towards him so I could ‘tap out’ if it became too much. After a few more smacks I did. He pulled an ice cube from the glass of water and rubbed it against my ass. I moaned in pleasure. This kind of relief was an entirely new pleasure for me, my ass has never hurt this badly before.
The water drops dripping down my thighs and the cold against my bare ass were all I could process for quite some time before Master asked if I wanted to continue. I nodded, wondering idly how long I could hold out. He dried off my ass so it wouldn’t be too extra sensitive and then continued.
He only got in two more smacks, again, one on each cheek, before I gave up. The first I almost fell over entirely, yelling in pain and writhing. He began to scratch my scalp and stroke my back. Relaxing me. I heard him, as if from a great distance, talking to me. “That’s my good girl, my good little slut is so gone already. And there we go, that’s the relaxation, that’s what I want to see..” The second smack had me on my side again, gasping desperately for air.
“Did I knock the wind out of you again pet?” I could only gasp in reply.
Once again he rubbed an ice cube against my ass. It melted very quickly and I made noises usually only heard when I’m cumming all over a cock. He grabbed a second ice cube- which too, melted quickly. Somewhere I understood just how red my ass must be if these cubes were melting as fast as they were.
I slumped over, panting and gone. Master smiled at me, “Good girl,” he said. “Now, go write this up.”
Sitting in the chair is near torturous. And as I type Master reminds me of something.
“I haven’t decided if all of that will count as your punishment from earlier.” My eyes widen. It wasn’t a punishment type of spanking. I knew that, but Master tends to be generous and retroactively count our play as punishments as well.
“How many followers do you have?” he asked. “Um.. almost six hundred…” I replied, quiet, meek, and nervous as hell.
“Well ask them. Should I punish you more? I’ll have the final say but if enough of them say yes..then I will. Is that alright with you?”
So followers, what’s my fate? Leave your vote in my ask if you have one.