Friday, September 10, 2010


Kinda looks like a slumber party gone perverted.

Struggling boys. Humongous wooden dicks. Competition. Huge black dildo as reward. All fun and games!

Also, they apparently have lubricant, what are the competing boys whining about?

Monday, September 6, 2010


His hand around her neck.

Her cuffed hands ( I assume they are).

Her exposed breats (in a fucking marvellous dress).

Her devious look as she faces her soon-to-be-tormentor.

I <3 her.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I'm sorry to say...

As much as it saddens me to write this I have to let it out. Me and The Beast is no more. We've broken up and most likely won't see each other for sex again. At times I feel relieved and at times I wish to go back to what we had.

I've experienced so much in the arms of that man and I'm sure we could have gone much deeper into bdsm than we did, we were always coming up with new things to try out and I did some stuff with him I never thought I'd do.
It felt like nothing were holding us back and there were nothing we couldn't tell each other about sex. Sadly other parts of our relationship were messed up and we never got them back on track.

It was an amazing journey.
Though I'll try to get back up on my feet and start looking for a new partner in (crime) bed as soon as possible, not having sex is boring.
Drawn by Ulf_Popenos over at Darkside


There's something about the picture I find enthralling.

The way I assume an facial expression of lust where there are no expression.
The way he towers over her, his power that's shown so obvious to my eyes.
His strength, her pleasure.
His arm around her neck, a silent threat of lust and danger.