Less Than Vanilla

“Okay, enough of your turn- mine now.”

“Yessss….. Please?”

(Source: shamelessshowings)

I met a man who prefers giving oral to receiving or having intercourse. I want to keep him.

(Source: fuckmaker)

(Source: hxcgirl666)

girthalgar:

Baby bear will tell you that too much enthusiasm can get you into the worst kinds of trouble. She highly recommends it.

curiousproclivities:

Because it’s James Deen in suspenders. 

Please, sir- please may I suck on your thumb?

(Source: jane-reaction)

curiousproclivities:

You know what happens when you get my books out of order.

Yes.  Yes, I do, Sir.

(Source: stockingssexy)

(Source: xxlaurenashleyl)

rolledtrousers:

I will bury you in chains. Only a few will be physical. 

Every little part of your life will be controlled, directed, restricted. I’ll make a blanket of chains for you, that will never feel like a burden, and only ever like something that is there to warm you, cover you completely so that no part of you is vulnerable or exposed. I’ll create an armour of chains for you, to survive the outside world, only to be shrugged off when you’re truly, completely with me. 

I’ll chain everything except you, the part that I’m spending so very long trying to protect. A castle of chains, to keep the world out, so that you’ll stay safe. 

I struggle to explain to those I trust precisely why I crave a D/s relationship, but when push comes to shove I eventually choke out that it’s about caring, protection, and trust. 

(Source: trussed)

rolledtrousers:

To consider ‘Fetishwear’ to be solely down to leather and latex seems a little… pedestrian, to me. It’s thinking without imagination or creativity. It’s just taking things as they are.

Fetish isn’t an objective thing. It’s entirely down to the person with the fetish. It’s about paying undue attention and care to something that should be simple. It’s to eroticise something that has no right, within a vanilla setting, to be eroticised. It’s attributing a purpose separate from a thing to that thing, and finding satisfaction in that.

It’s about spending five minutes sliding a stocking up your leg, because the way the nylon rubs against your skin sends tingles down your spine.

It’s about not being satisfied with the way your shirt hides your middrift, and spending an hour pulling the hem up a few inches with a needle and thread.

It’s about having an obscenely large amount of knickers, despite the fact that you’re single and have no intention of letting anyone see them.

It’s about finding the erotica in your wardrobe, when everyone else just sees… clothes.

That’s fetishwear, to me.

rolledtrousers:

So very much is made of innocence in D/s, but that’s the biggest perversion of them all. We’re not innocents; the only reason we’re here is because we have the kind of insatiable curiosity that strips innocence away. The enemy of naivety. We consume knowledge, and are never satisfied with things just as they are. That’s why we found what we found. That’s why we are what we are. 

But that’s sexual innocence, the kind that doesn’t matter. Proper innocence, the kind that’s written about and mourned in war torn countries, the kind that protects us and keeps us properly alive. That’s still there. In fact, that’s amplified, it’s being given a place to call home, where it can set up shop and thrive. Never, in my short existence, have I come across a set of people who are more honest and true than within D/s. We’re innocent because we’ve been afforded the opportunity to allow ourselves to be.

We’ve stripped the guilt from sex, because there is no guilt in it. 

People in whom I have confided have in return told me about their inner struggle with reconciling the kinky me with the innocent and child-like me, and how often times they find themselves a bit upset by how little difficulty they have in integrating these facets of me. I don’t tell them, but I think quietly that it makes sense. Because as kinky and deviant as I may be, I don’t find it wrong, sinful, guilt ridden. I’m still just me.