Been talking to some lovely people lately on here and on FetLife, and I’ve been inspired to lay out all of my toys for a new picture. Added quite a few bits to the collection since the last time I took a picture. Now all I need is a willing participant ;)
I’m very jealous of your collection… Especially those shiny ballet boots. <3
Some other things that stick out to me: - The shock collar. You sadistic bastard. - Irish 8-cuffs. I’ve always liked their design, how the wrists are held so closely together. I’ve never seen an ankle version, now I kinda want to try out the combo… - Bondage mitts. Those are damn heavy duty… like, kept-in-a-cage-for-weeks-on-end kind of mitts. *looks at you suspiciously* - Gags! As a gag lover, I very much appreciate your variety of gags… especially those different inflatable styles. They look… fun to try. ;) - Plugged latex panties. Cos I just know I’d never take those bad boys off. The chastity belt, on the other hand… aside from the fact the positions of the inserts look rather uncomfortable, you wouldn’t find me volunteering for that one. - Duct tape. Just the fact that you include a roll of duct tape alongside your BDSM collection, I love it. Especially coupled with the sharpie pen. I’m not really one for body marking but tape marking on the body is fair game. :D - The Swedish steel cuffs/collars (not sure if they’re the same brand, but certainly a similarly sexy design). I’ll admit I’m curious about the larger ones on the left - they seem too large to be collars, and awfully optimistic for a corset cincher. Of course, that only makes me want to try it more. xD - The Lush vibe. They’re great. I have one, so I’m not jealous (for once), but just wanted to say, fine taste good sir. - The tablet mounted on the right that looks like it’s set up to provide some sort of room controls. That’s a class act right there. Carry on. ;)
When you are jealous or envious of someone, of what they have or have accomplished, you’re truly just staring at your own potential, and wondering why you haven’t unlocked it yet. Deep down, you want to unlock that potential, but for various reasons, the false solutions you’ve created around yourself to protect you from perceived harm and danger have barred you access from reaching and fulfilling…
imagine your f/o getting jealous. that person you’re talking to keeps getting awfully close— dipping down to say things in your ear, playfully slapping your arm with a hand that lingers a little too long, watching your lips a little too intensely when you talk. an itchy heat crawls over their skin from across the room. they know that look. it’s the look that theyandthey alone give you, and they’re not willing to share with someone new.
imagine they take a long, slow breath to steady themselves and then stride over to casually throw an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you lightly into their side. “you two are getting along well, huh?” their smile slides to the person you were talking to, ice crackling in their eyes. “guess y/n just has that effect on people! i can’t believe i got so lucky~”
they press a pointed kiss to your cheek, delighting in the blush that creeps across your face and the flush of embarrassment on theirs. your new friend excuses themselves with an awkward mutter, disappearing back into the party as quickly as they’d appeared. even still, your f/o’s hold on your shoulder doesn’t loosen— they keep you tucked tightly against them the rest of the night. even the thought of someone looking at you like that again has their blood boiling
You can only imagine how deep he’s inside, how good she feels, and how good her cumming and contracting pussy is making him feel. Keep calm and jerk harder as you watch them become one.
You finally get to join in your wife’s gang bang with the other guys. But you’re the only person in the group whom she made to wear a condom. A bright pink one that really stood out. Everyone laughed at you and you couldn’t get hard in the end
“As we fled our dying planet with dogs in tow, other animals grew jealous of domestication. The last people to leave reported owls that were friendly and playful, bobcats standing guard over children, and teams of deer trying to pull plows. They all hoped we would save them, too.”
-QuietPineTrees
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I am privileged, I know, but does this make me despicable?
I grew up in a house with a garden
My parents are married for more than 25 years and still happy
My family sticks together
There has been only one divorce in the two generations before me
I had a good education
I have seen several countries
I am working for a college diploma in a country where education is payable
I live in a nice appartement
I am white
I have a pretty face
I am not fat and not too slim with generous curves
I earn enough money to keep on living a nice modest life
I have people I can go out with to party from time to time
I have a few select friends I can trust and a good connection with my parents
I should be happy, shouldn’t I, are you already feeling the jealousy
Still I have suffered from complexes all my life
Still I have been bullied the majority of my school life
Still I have never really fit in either with my family or my peers
Still I had depression on and off since my early teenage years
Still I am looking for a proper job without finding one
Still I am struggling with studying
Still I never measured up to the expectations of my family and myself
Still my older brother never accepted me
Still I was abused by my partners
Still I am fighting unti to break free from the conservative views and rules I was raised with
Do I need to be sorry for having what many don’t? Do I have to hide my problems because I had at least better chances? Shouldn’t I complain about what troubles me, because it’s ungrateful?
Well sorry, I won’t. I won’t be sorry, I won’t hide away, I am not a martyr who puts everyone elses trouble before mine all of the time.
Yes, I am priviledged, but I don’t own the modesty to apologize for it.
