Sometimes you have to be transparent with your audience. I had an encounter with a wooden spoon which left me with some bruises. My little love responded and said "Get on with the show love, you look gorgeous... fuck teasing me too, I can tell there's nothing on". I guess bruises didn't matter, he wanted to see them and I wanted to show him π€π€π€. ***excerpts from my spicy snapchat for one of my subscribers who wanted to see my snatch and I showed him ππ
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The most vulnerable state she can be in is fully naked, all lights on and on display. She reluctantly admitted that to him, but he knew. He doesn't give A SHIT... Always the first demand "lights on, strip all the way down, little girl. I want to see every inch of your body". Every part of her cringes inside, as she knows it's coming.. Every morning of every day β₯οΈβ₯οΈβ₯οΈβ₯οΈ
Most people who don't know her, think she is an extrovert because she sings songs into a camera in her booty shorts. She in fact, is NOT. She's quiet, observant and finds joy in the simplest of things. The only person she has ever depended on is HERSELF. Fun fact... her favorite place to be is in her room, booty shorts ALWAYS with music playing. If music was a love language it would be #1 for her π₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ήβ‘
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There's something so satisfying in doing a project you have no idea what it will be used for. Here you sit, pretty little angel girl, stringing things together without a worry in the world. Just you and your music singing about how bad at love you are. Perhaps you were just looking in the wrong places or maybe just so jaded from past loves. Either way, this art project is getting used for some sort of satisfaction. Will the satisfaction be for you or someone else? Or perhaps both? Tick Tock ππππππ
Where are you taking me tonight, BeBe? What do you have planned for me? You asked me to get dressed up... so here I am... What are you going to do with me? I have no panties, just like you told me π€β€οΈπ€β€οΈπ€β€οΈ
Her quiet little life has been disrupted and now she is the prey. The soft little voice in her head is telling her NOT to conform, it seems weak. She secretly wants to upset him but doesn't know why. Does she find pleasure in the pain OR does she want to be OWNED? Welcome to my cooking channel, where today we will learn, just how useful chip clips REALLY are ππππ
Added to the list for public consumption. I will have a bunch of PPV up this weekend with me and my not so little bebe π€ He's giving 8.5" with some girth. Made an appearance with him this morning for the first time, and not going to lie, it was a lot to take in (pun intended). What do you guys want to see on PPV.. Would you be so kind as to answer my poll ππππ»
Have you ever listened to an audiobook that was spicy? The narrator's voice is both gripping & sinister at the same time. The main characters in the book are doing things you think you would never do, yet your mind wonders. You think "could I" or "would I". The tension in the room is palpable and you imagine being the woman in the story. Could you hold on or do you succumb? Do you ask for mercy or take it? WELCOME to my cooking channelβ¦β¦today we are using wooden spoons π€π€π€
She's tucked away in a corner of the world where palm trees & sunshine surround her daily life. What a pretty little life she has cultivated for herself. She's a hustler & gives a 100% to everyone she touches. Her cup is full most days. She's an alpha female & smart. In her personal life she out works & out earns most men that pursue her, which fucks with the balance of power. Any sign of weakness she will run you & make all of the decisions, which makes her feel in control. Deep down she yearns to be controlled, for someone to put her in her place and make the decisions. She finally encounters a man who pushes these buttons. He controls her by slight fear yet her curiosity won't allow her to run. Tonight he told her to take her belt to bed and await for him in the morning. In her little corner of the world she decides on her Gucci belt, because she also is a little boujee π€π€π€π€π€β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘
This morning started out at 4 am when I woke up and realized the candle I had lit the night before was still burning. I thought for a second to blow it out but it was so pretty flickering in my dark room. I watched the shadows around my room from the candle and heard a message ping on my phone. Snuggled in my bed I looked. The message read "pretty little whore" to which I answered "yes my love".. he proceeded to ask me "how does your pretty cunt feel this morning" it was still a little sore from the day before but nothing I couldn't manage. He told me he was needy this morning, which was much different than the day before. He spoke to me softly but direct. I closed my eyes and entered into this world I have never experienced. So filthy and outside of social norms for most people, including myself. It was just him & me in my dark room as he took me on a journey getting deeper and deeper with each message. His voice is low, breathing is minimal, sometimes a growl but internally calming. Your mind can be a great place to experience fantasy. Daylight broke as we spoke to each other but also, time stood still in this moment. I was met with a task for this day with very direct orders. He ravaged my body in those hours and now I had to go to work. It was so real it felt like I could smell him on me. Did I want to shower or did I want his scent on me for the entire day π€π€π€
Her day was not a normal day. She woke up to messages from a stranger.. a stranger she asked to leave messages for her. She doesn't know him outside of what is available for public consumption but even with that information, she still has no idea. Her mind is racing, partly from fear but also this aching need to hear him talk more. Permission to ask questions has been granted but will there be more fear in the answer or the unknown? She has no idea, but either way, she's going to find out π€π€π€π€β₯
It's most definitely what's going on under the skirt in an upscale restaurant on the south side of town, which has me slightly worried, yet turned on at the same time. The unknown can have a grip on you π€π€π€