When your FIRST night of sex involves him tying your wrists up with his belt and you flat out begging him to stop making you come because you really really really can’t come anymore but ohmygodwhydoyoukeepdoingthattome, and him yelling at you to keep jerking him off, because just because you are coming doesn’t mean you get to stop jerking him off and you will ONLY stop when he tells you to stop, you know you could be in for a fun ride.
I thought I was insatiable. Then I met him.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Ooooooer. Color me envious…very envious.
Damn. I'm impressed. Your thoughts?
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