the signs as tumblr users reacting to the nsfw ban ✨
telling others to follow them on twitter/pillowfort/other social media accounts and moving: gemini, sagittarius, pisces, libra
threatening to delete their blogs on the 17th: aries, leo, aquarius
refusing to do any of the above while watching this hellsite burn: taurus, cancer, virgo, scorpio, capricorn
There is an intense feeling of it being a few days before graduation and we are all writing KEEP IN TOUCH in each other’s yearbooks. Only more naked.
Yesterday I dissolved into tears. Ugly tears. The kind that shake your body and make it hard to catch your breath.
There wasn’t any one thing that had gone wrong, instead there were a million small things, and months of stress brewing beneath the surface. Emotions began spilling over, and I was helpless to stop them.
At first my Dom and I were at odds. Our shared frustrations brought us to a bad headspace, where we were having trouble connecting. We were focusing on the problem at hand, and the possible solutions, and we lost sight of each other.
And then the magic of our dynamic took hold. He stepped back a moment, and was able to compose himself in a way I was completely incapable of. (By this point, I’m embarrassed to say, I had fallen into complete overwhelm.) In retrospect I know that he was able to act as he did because taking care of me was more important to him than how he was feeling at the time. When he came back he was no longer trying to reason with me, or even to calm me. What he offered me instead was presence.
The effect wasn’t instant, but there was a palpable shift as he took the reigns and the dynamic began to work it’s magic. Being at the office, and unable to simply step away, he turned his camera on so that I could see him. He reminded me that I am loved, and that caring for me is not a burden, even on days like this. He drew my attention to my collar and reminded me that I am never alone.
He worked, not to remedy the situation, but to bring me back to him. He removed the expectation that I had to hold things together, or even be rational. He reminded me that I am His, and that it’s not conditional. He took his place as my Dominant, and by doing so he allowed me to take my place as his submissive, and when we can find those places we can both find some peace.
This is better than all the kinky fuckery. Wouldn’t you agree, @instructor144 ?
Oh hell yes. This ☝️☝️☝️ is what it’s about, people. All of this.
Oh my fucking God YES be vocal. Tell me how good I am, how wet and tight my pussy feels, make me repeat myself when I let something slip, tell me how you’re gonna take me, moan in my ear. Keep that shit goinnnggg