There's Something Compelling To Me About The Fact That Sometimes Leaving A Blade Or Bullet Inside The

there's something compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.

um what if i told you to stay very still and hold your hands above your head and not to move and not to make noise because it was kind of distracting and i didn’t want to hear it. and can’t you just hold still? it isn’t that hard and it’ll be over soon. just stay there, love, okay? and then i rode your dick and used you to get off on for as long as i felt like it while you bit back your noises and kept your limbs pressed into the sheets and scrunched your eyes shut to avoid having to see me without being able to touch me or cum. and at some point your mouth would have fallen open and you’d just be giving these frantic little gasps and your fingers would be twitching and your whole body would be covered in sweat and i wouldn’t even care. just leisurely giving myself another orgasm on you. treating you like a beautiful object whose presence i value based on my pleasure. what then

Really into object insertion today. Imagining someone finding progressively bigger and bigger objects to stick inside their partner. Imagining them doing so with clinical efficiency, entirely fixated on how much can you take and how big can you go. Saying Just a little more, don’t move now. Shushing their partner when they whimper or try to move or squirm away from the huge wine bottle entering them. Or the sanded-smooth chair leg. Or the baseball bat. The sick fascination on their face as they watch it sink in, in, in into that once-tight hole. Leaving it stuck inside, groaning and starting to get themselves off right then and there at the sight of it, at the little noises and gasps their partner is making at being so utterly, utterly filled. So deep they can see the bulge in their stomach, can press one hand against it from the outside and revel in the aborted jerk it earns them. And then doing it again the next night, except with something even bigger. You know what I mean?

Miguel Cotto

gay sex won’t fix this. it’ll probably make this worse. that being said don’t you want to see how much worse it can get?

fight yr bro