I want to rip you up with my nails.
I want to bite you until you bruise or bleed.
I want to wrestle you, and crawl on top of you and eat you up.
I want to fight against you, and feel you fight back.
I want to match myself against you, physically. I want to take you.
To feel you take me.
I want to merge in raw, uninhibited passion.
In unbridled lust. You.
Me.
Us.
No holds barred.
Recently I wrote about those people who message others on kinky/dating/other sites, and instead of introducing themselves, start with something a bit more…advanced: “Hi, can
✅ You gotta put in effort to get results. ✅ The gains are often not obvious for a LONG time. ✅ There will be setbacks.
I suggest this: “Little white lies” are anything but, every lie is a damned lie, and every lie creates a violation of consent. Here is
He is my sub, I am his Queen. I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks. Were I to abandon
(from a stranger online) Oh, I don’t really think like that. And it doesn’t work that way. That’s like asking a sculptor, “What would you
Keep going. This isn’t going to last. But you will. And I’m cheering you on. And I’m letting you know you’re NOT alone. A lot
Tonight at 8pm ET, I’ll be presenting No O’, No Mo’: A Discussion of Pleasure (Presented by Nookie!) In this special event, we’re talking about
Ummm. I meant EAT one. No sex with radishes, either (Not even a daikon, not even a sexy daikon, not even a daikon carved into
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I loved this… thank You Nookie
You’re very welcome! *smiles*