bunny sex in a bdsm dungeon
Looking at things out of your periphery , is supposed to be genius , like the song ‘must be a genius’ which always makes me feel nauseas , as I felt betrayed by Marshall , who was angry enough with the men he was with , though was never angry enough for my sake , nor comforting . I loved the grey and baby orange lined Basketball Shorts he gave me , after sleeping over at his place and watching his snake hover , coil and uncoil in this suspended semi-rapid dance not unlike my kundalini, I think I still have the shorts . I feel like I should get angry right at this moment to liberate myself yet I kant . A rose is a rose and I love him and feel no attachements to him , as I now know the sense of free love in that character traits that I love about people do seem to jump from the original person to a new person , like saying , “ effeminate , passionate freaks are my type , with long wet toungues that play an intricate dance , slender rabbit like bodies , and slack managed Victorian curly hair , that’s left with it’s roots untouched .” I turned to Jake , I mean Dean in the car after he asked me , “ did you have fun?” and I said , “ I want to have a whole farm of those bunnies !” he chuckled softly to himself , I wanted to joke that he was so gay and sometimes I like that kind of guy as its relaxing yet I couldn’t bring myself to insult him as I still felt this blush throughout my body and was eager to protect it from the whiplash of guilt , if I had said anything mean about him . I said to him , “ I wish I could say something mean and I cant “ to which he replied , “ I thought you said its hard being me “ I laughed internally , in appreciation . As we left the parking garage . I looked at this soft tiger plush tucked as if hes hdiding it or not sure what to do with it , in the crook of his button down shirt . It resembled to me the kerchief that _ carried chocolate in , or even ladies underwear . I walked up to him flopping my hands gesturing to his tucked piece of fabric and asked , “ what is that ?” I must have been like a mumbling strange animal creature to him , or he was shocked someone came to speak with him , “ oh it’s a ,” he unfurled a mask like ,’alora ‘ it’s was a stuffed animal tiger mask , so cute ! , I hesitated by him , by his mouth he already wanted to kiss me I could sense it , our lips drawing closer , like an invisible line being drawn between us sharing pranic energy , my head moving from side to side breathing in his air like a cold blooded animal sensing heat , eager yet not revealing , I relish this moment before a kiss , I could write it a million different ways . our lips met gently , before his tongue impossibly wet , flicked against mine .
I loved catching the back of her head lightly like a babe during sex , when kissing the side of her check , “ciao” “ thanks for coming” “ of course . Im eager to lean over her desk , catching my pussy on the edge of her desk and overlook the fetish jewelry she’s fabricating . Her cheeks where like mine though they swooped underneath to a sharp little pointed chin , the effect was beautiful replete with two aquamarine eyes . And her warding smile , I think she just wanted to do business . there has to be a way into peoples houses , I must be the queen at that .
I loved looking for a place to fuck the bunny , our fingertips barely interlaced as we stood in a shallow nook before the closed office , little white bdsm sticker squares lining it , there was a google eye on one of the stickers , so I peeled it off and placed it on his third eye , now he’s holy , his face transfigured to leery scraping ivory jutting out of gums and thin lips , and his eyes an eternal blue flame in a skeletons socket , jostling about excitedly .
I dont care , its in fashion to not have kids .