bury me deep in your arms
“yeah sex is nice, but when you haven’t been held in months sex isn’t what you miss the most”
— the little innocent things are what you miss the most /// r. (via juststayoptimistic)
symphony of stormy thoughts
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via goodreadss)
Let’s blur the lines between pain and pleasure.
Always have established safe words and signals.
- Sir Daddy
Good Girl
Sigh...
Devozione...
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Sottomissione...
Possesso...
Tutto questo è Appartenere 👑
“His permission was everything to her.”
— Six Sexy Words (via an-experienced-gentleman)
“It isn’t given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Freshest Boy