partybarackisinthehousetonight:

a know that kid who’s at the arcade and is just watching the demo for a game but they’re pressing the buttons like they’re playing? well that’s how i’m handling adulthood so far.

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sterndaddy:

masterdom111:

Masterdom111

You met him online and, after a few weeks of getting to know him, agreed to meet him at a hotel located mid-way between your two cities. 
You knew he was married and didn’t care. He was much older than you and, rather than turn you off, it only deepened the desire and curiosity.
The two of you had dinner before proceeding any further. Sort of a last-minute “sanity check”. As the waiter cleared the last of the dishes and brought the check, he looked at you, almost down into your very soul, and asked, “So, shall we proceed?”
He didn’t ask if you wanted to continue. It was if he looked down inside you, examined your thoughts, explored the recesses of your imagination, and already KNEW you wanted to proceed.
Nervously, you just nodded. You left and walked to his room. He indicated a spot for you to stand and then proceeded to move about the room busying himself with minutiae. It was almost like he had completely dismissed you from his thoughts until he was ready.
Finally he took a seat and coldly looked you up and down. You could feel yourself being appraised. Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn’t hear his one-word command, “Strip." Your mind raced. Did he just tell you to strip your clothes off? SURELY you didn’t hear him right.
Before you knew it he was out of his chair and at your side. He moved fast for a big man. He clamped his hand around your throat, making it hard for you to breathe, and put his mouth right next to your ear. You could feel his scalding hot breath when he growled, “Let’s get one thing straight. I. Own. You. And I WILL be obeyed. You have ONE job - do what you’re told. This will be your only warning.”
And with that he returned to his seat and coldly stared at you. Your heart raced as your fingers, almost of their own accord, begin unbuttoning your blouse, sliding your jeans down over your hips, unfastening your bra, and sliding your thong to the floor. Before you realized it you were standing completely naked in front of a man that, technically, you had just met an hour ago.
As you stood there, totally naked, while he sat in his chair, completely clothed, you could feel yourself being measured, appraised, and rated by his calculating eyes.
You weren’t sure if it was the room air conditioning or the situation - maybe it was a little of both - but you felt your nipples harden to the point they ached. You wanted so badly to cup your breasts and massage your nipples but something inside stopped you. You had the feeling he would NOT like that.
Finally he spoke, “I want you to get on your hands and knees. Then you are to crawl over here where you will kiss my hand and then touch your forehead to my feet. This is to show your respect, and devotion, to me as your Dominant.”
As you complied, and crawled to him, you flushed beet red all the way to your nipples. Your pussy was so wet that you just KNEW he heard the wet sounds it made as you crawled to him.
After you kissed his proffered hand and lowered your forehead to his feet, he got up and walked to the dresser and opened a drawer. You knew better than to watch him. You heard a metallic sound and, when he returned in front of you, he was holding a set of hand cuffs.
As he fastened the cold metal around your wrist, he said, “You may be wondering why the hand cuffs. I thoroughly believe you wish to obey every command I give you and endure anything I put you through. But you need to understand something. I AM going to hurt you tonight. And, right now, I’m not sure you’re strong enough, or self-disciplined enough, to keep yourself from trying to protect yourself..
As he said these words, in spite of yourself, you groaned. He stopped momentarily to reach around and slide a large hand between your legs. You flushed furiously at the wet sounds and his chuckle, “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You knew right then that you would obey any command this man gave you and endure anything he put you through if he would continue to arouse you like this.

sterndaddy:

masterdom111:

Masterdom111

You met him online and, after a few weeks of getting to know him, agreed to meet him at a hotel located mid-way between your two cities. 

You knew he was married and didn’t care. He was much older than you and, rather than turn you off, it only deepened the desire and curiosity.

The two of you had dinner before proceeding any further. Sort of a last-minute “sanity check”. As the waiter cleared the last of the dishes and brought the check, he looked at you, almost down into your very soul, and asked, “So, shall we proceed?

He didn’t ask if you wanted to continue. It was if he looked down inside you, examined your thoughts, explored the recesses of your imagination, and already KNEW you wanted to proceed.

Nervously, you just nodded. You left and walked to his room. He indicated a spot for you to stand and then proceeded to move about the room busying himself with minutiae. It was almost like he had completely dismissed you from his thoughts until he was ready.

Finally he took a seat and coldly looked you up and down. You could feel yourself being appraised. Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn’t hear his one-word command, “Strip." Your mind raced. Did he just tell you to strip your clothes off? SURELY you didn’t hear him right.

Before you knew it he was out of his chair and at your side. He moved fast for a big man. He clamped his hand around your throat, making it hard for you to breathe, and put his mouth right next to your ear. You could feel his scalding hot breath when he growled, “Let’s get one thing straight. I. Own. You. And I WILL be obeyed. You have ONE job - do what you’re told. This will be your only warning.

And with that he returned to his seat and coldly stared at you. Your heart raced as your fingers, almost of their own accord, begin unbuttoning your blouse, sliding your jeans down over your hips, unfastening your bra, and sliding your thong to the floor. Before you realized it you were standing completely naked in front of a man that, technically, you had just met an hour ago.

As you stood there, totally naked, while he sat in his chair, completely clothed, you could feel yourself being measured, appraised, and rated by his calculating eyes.

You weren’t sure if it was the room air conditioning or the situation - maybe it was a little of both - but you felt your nipples harden to the point they ached. You wanted so badly to cup your breasts and massage your nipples but something inside stopped you. You had the feeling he would NOT like that.

Finally he spoke, “I want you to get on your hands and knees. Then you are to crawl over here where you will kiss my hand and then touch your forehead to my feet. This is to show your respect, and devotion, to me as your Dominant.

As you complied, and crawled to him, you flushed beet red all the way to your nipples. Your pussy was so wet that you just KNEW he heard the wet sounds it made as you crawled to him.

After you kissed his proffered hand and lowered your forehead to his feet, he got up and walked to the dresser and opened a drawer. You knew better than to watch him. You heard a metallic sound and, when he returned in front of you, he was holding a set of hand cuffs.

As he fastened the cold metal around your wrist, he said, “You may be wondering why the hand cuffs. I thoroughly believe you wish to obey every command I give you and endure anything I put you through. But you need to understand something. I AM going to hurt you tonight. And, right now, I’m not sure you’re strong enough, or self-disciplined enough, to keep yourself from trying to protect yourself..

As he said these words, in spite of yourself, you groaned. He stopped momentarily to reach around and slide a large hand between your legs. You flushed furiously at the wet sounds and his chuckle, “This turns you on, doesn’t it?

You knew right then that you would obey any command this man gave you and endure anything he put you through if he would continue to arouse you like this.



snorlaxlovesme:

so i cleared my throat today and

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and then someone poked me in the side so I laughed

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and THEN I FUCKING SNEEZED

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and that’s what it’s like being on the second day of your period

i hope this has been educational

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mismatchedmama:

lesushhh:

This will forever be adorable

Awesome! I love it.

Ohmygosh so cute


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theclearlydope:

Do you want white folks heads to explode!?!?

Hahahahaha

theclearlydope:

Do you want white folks heads to explode!?!?

Hahahahaha


theclearlydope:

That look of terror as your cheesecake falls to its death. My heart goes out to you. 
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theclearlydope:

That look of terror as your cheesecake falls to its death. My heart goes out to you. 

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Life motto.

Life motto.

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talkdowntowhitepeople:

idk why introverts have a reputation of being quiet and shy people who’d rather be alone. have you ever been friends with an introvert who’s decided you’re worth their time? we turn into the clingiest, most needy pieces of shit on the planet because there’s so few people we actually can stand

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loki-has-a-tardis:This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

(via takeitlikeagoodgirl)