Taking the knot as punishment. Having to put it fully in you because you were acting like a rowdy unclaimed mutt. Reminding you you’re marked, you’re theirs. Knotting a puppy is like a reset button!! Any of the bratty energy they might have had will melt right out of them once they feel that sweet pop
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i love when dogs are so desperate to fuck they don’t even wait for you to get in position. they’re trying to mount you while you’re walking around and fully dressed
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tie me to your bed and force me to take a knotted toy that’s too big. listen to me cry as you stretch my hole and slap my cunt as i beg you to stop. when you push the knot in, watch my back arch and my eyes roll back as I rock my hips up to take the knot. as I start to get used being filled, switch it on. let me scream as it comes to life and starts pounding my puppycunt. this is my place, this is where I belong- tied down and forced to submit
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thinking about fucking somewhere public, having all my clothes stripped off me but the person fucking me being fully clothed with their dick out of their pants, the humiliation of knowing if we get caught all of me is exposed, while they get to keep most of their dignity 😵💫
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topping people in the way clueless dogs do. mounting and humping them like i can’t help it, it’s just instinct. growling with pleasure into the crook of their neck and cumming against them
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i really like books like these (“coffee table books”) that are about animals. my brother likes to use them for collages :-) i like when there is a little information and a big detailed picture. i had a book like this about handguns but i gave it to our sister. i would like it if they made books like this about my favorite iMac G3s and iBooks.
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god im still thinking about the show dog thing. being strapped down and put on display and just being soooo obedient about it because im getting so much attention and I wanna make my owner proud. genuinely just obsessed with the idea of people talking about me and touching me like im not even there, like I don’t have any say in it. because why should a dog like me have any say?
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god im still thinking about the show dog thing. being strapped down and put on display and just being soooo obedient about it because im getting so much attention and I wanna make my owner proud. genuinely just obsessed with the idea of people talking about me and touching me like im not even there, like I don’t have any say in it. because why should a dog like me have any say?
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i love when dogs are so desperate to fuck they don’t even wait for you to get in position. they’re trying to mount you while you’re walking around and fully dressed
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If we’re making out and you start making those little needy please sounds into my mouth… congratulations, I’m going to ruin your life for the next three hours. I hope you didn’t have plans.
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How much fun would it be to slip some aphrodisiac into pups food/drink and watch them get progressively more and more horny and be so confused as to why it is happening.
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I got him to lick me! It was sooo hot too because all I had to do was pull my leggings down and he was so excited 🤤 it felt so good to have his slimy tongue all in my cunny
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RJ Mitte
RJ
RJ Mitte is an American actor best known for playing Walter “Flynn” White Jr. on Breaking Bad (2008–2013). Diagnosed with mild cerebral palsy at age 3, he authentically portrayed the character’s more severe symptoms, including using crutches and altering his speech. IMDb Mitte has become a strong advocate for actors with disabilities, promoting inclusivity in the entertainment industry.
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No podemos hablar, pero quería dedicarte unas palabras desde la distancia. Hace dos años pasamos nuestro fin de semana más significativo juntos, nuestra noche a solas llena de deseo y pasión, y no puedo evitar extrañarte mucho en estos días. Es difícil admitir y explicar lo especial que eras y todavía sigues siendo en mi corazón. Especialmente ahora, estando tan vulnerable después de haber salido de un vínculo traumático, me encuentro pensando tanto en ti, el último hombre bueno que llegó a significar muchísimo para mí.
Se suponía que lo nuestro iba a ser algo casual y consensual, pero me enganché demasiado. Siempre quisiste creer que podemos volver a pasarlo bien como antes, cuando todo esta calmado, pero las heridas y los sentimientos no lo permitieron. Por eso sé que al final hiciste lo que tenías que hacer. Tal vez no querías dejarme ir tampoco, pero alejarte fue la única manera de proteger la vida que ya habías elegido y no hacerme más daño dentro de toda esta ambigüedad. Y aunque me lastimó perderte, te respeto más de lo que crees por tu decisión de priorizar tu matrimonio y dejar de entretener mi esperanza de algo que no pudo existir.
Nunca te pensé desde la traición, sino desde un límite sano y necesario. Eso no quita el dolor, pero le da sentido. No te escribo para volver ni para reclamar un lugar que nunca fue mío. Te escribo porque lo que vivimos fue real para mí, y porque algunas verdades merecen ser reconocidas aunque no tengan continuidad.
Te echo de menos, no como una fantasía a la que aún me aferro, sino como el recuerdo de un lugar donde una vez me sentí querida y protegida. En los momentos permitidos, tu cariño y ternura me enseñaron lo que significa sentirse segura con un hombre. Aunque también entiendo que lo limitado y lo prohibido potenciaron la intensidad y redujeron mi miedo al compromiso, pero aun así, me mostraste quién podía ser al lado de alguien que me acepta y aprecia tal como soy. Y con eso me quedaré para siempre.
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had a dream something about i arranged an event where people perform on the radio and its interactive and voted on. at the end there was a kpop performance and ellie kjar and cassidy purcell liked it. i was alo sat next to dabney and she was speaking russian with dominique hopkins.
later i was at stanford (after graduating) and i was running a mini conference (like know it all colloquium). i was thinking of putting the presentations on my cv.
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February 13th
Thank God its Friday!! Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad they got married 38 years ago today. It is warmer then it was in 1988.
Today I had Nina and then I met with Kari and some other neighbors for our Art Night I spent time on my computer then worked through some more papers and things.
I did not do much art but I think I have more of an idea how I am going to make my blog til May of this…
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Brazos Prestados
Me hiciste sentir a salvo
en tus brazos prestados,
aunque mi cuerpo supiera
que no eran reclamados.
Me enseñaste otra realidad
de lo que es estar cuidada,
donde la cercanía no hiere
y la ternura es entregada.
Aprendí tu calor
sin derecho a quedarme,
y en el silencio ahora
resurge lo que guardé.
Contigo me sentí vista,
aprendida, sensible,
aunque elegirme
nunca fuera posible.
Te apartaste a tiempo
para no dañar
la vida que tenías,
la que debías salvar.
Fue real en lo breve,
en lo poco, lo atado.
En instantes dispersos
el peso quedó clavado.
Por eso a veces regreso
sin saber a qué vuelvo,
no a la historia ni al intento,
sino al espacio de consuelo.
Yo me quedo con el amor,
con su sombra, su herida.
Tú te quedas con la vida
que no pudo sostener la latida.
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62 - Oriente - 2 por Ricardo Quinas
Por Flickr:
Comboio especial nº 95342,
Lisboa Oriente -> Roma Areeiro;
Lisboa, 13-05-2010
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Lately I’ve been thinking about how it would feel to have my hands tawsed. The delicate skin burning and getting redder each time the tawse hits my skin. I think about how uncomfortable it would feel to do chores like cooking and cleaning with such sore hands. I enjoy the idea of feeling uncomfortable afterwards.