ask | Archive | About | RSS

The Honesty Whore

Previously a Blogspot blog. Tumblr is easier.

The place for the sultry imaginings of one female mind. I post what I fancy; I reblog what attracts me.

Default image found here.
What you’ve promised to do:
  • Endurance fuck, safewords don’t apply
  • A sleeper hold—knock me out with my consent, and be fucking me when I come to
  • Tie me down… again. (Yes. Please.)
  • Sex in a canoe. With a hippie girl. (Fuck. Yes. And we have 2 volunteers)
  • Find out the kink I won’t talk about (Good luck on that one.)

I cannot wait <3

Posted November 14th
You offered to tie my hands next time, right in the middle of tracing a line down my stomach, and I arched into your touch without trying. &#8220;You&#8217;d like that, wouldn&#8217;t you?&#8221; you asked, but you were smirking, because you knew my answer would be the same as it had been the whole time. Yes, yes, God, yes.

You offered to tie my hands next time, right in the middle of tracing a line down my stomach, and I arched into your touch without trying.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you asked, but you were smirking, because you knew my answer would be the same as it had been the whole time.

Yes, yes, God, yes.

(via doctorwhowatchesthewatchmen)

256 notes | Posted November 3rd
Subspace is beautiful.

I’m still coming down, and it’s been hours.

1 note | Posted October 31st
I miss you so goddamn fucking much.

I miss you so goddamn fucking much.

(Source: dampandhard)

9 notes | Posted October 18th
myredbike: All the kinky shit is great. And sexy outfits are great. And doing acrobatics with different positions is great. But it’s hard to beat just being on top, bodies moving in unison, her hands and legs grabbing you and listening to her moan. Watching her excitement grow, her sighs turn into moans then dirty talk. Her grips becoming tighter, more intense. And then, being on top, watching her face and listening to her as she cums while you’re inside her. Nothing beats that.

myredbike:

All the kinky shit is great. And sexy outfits are great. And doing acrobatics with different positions is great. But it’s hard to beat just being on top, bodies moving in unison, her hands and legs grabbing you and listening to her moan. Watching her excitement grow, her sighs turn into moans then dirty talk. Her grips becoming tighter, more intense. And then, being on top, watching her face and listening to her as she cums while you’re inside her. Nothing beats that.

(Source: givemehardlove, via aceofwinchesters)

781 notes | Posted October 10th

(Source: zapotec-bitch, via aceofwinchesters)

653 notes | Posted October 9th

(via accumulatio-artemis)

58,017 notes | Posted October 9th

(via aceofwinchesters)

332 notes | Posted October 9th
I don’t think he understand how badly I want to sleep with him.

Not date him; not pursue anything.

I only want to fuck him so hard, he forgets his own name.

Posted October 5th
We were messing around with a length of rope in a friend&#8217;s room today, and I volunteered to be the guinea pig.  I never would have guessed he&#8217;d be the one to tie the knots, or to keep his eyes glued on the way I moved to struggle out of them. &#8220;Too easy,&#8221; I said, shrugging them from my wrists for the second time. So he tied me to the bed post and watched me work the rope loose with my teeth, and when he thought I was getting too far, he wrapped his hand around the curve of my jaw and pressed, pulling me closer, tightening the rope, our faces practically kissing distance. When I finally worked my way out, I was dizzy. When I walked home three hours later, my knees still felt weak.

We were messing around with a length of rope in a friend’s room today, and I volunteered to be the guinea pig. 

I never would have guessed he’d be the one to tie the knots, or to keep his eyes glued on the way I moved to struggle out of them.

“Too easy,” I said, shrugging them from my wrists for the second time.

So he tied me to the bed post and watched me work the rope loose with my teeth, and when he thought I was getting too far, he wrapped his hand around the curve of my jaw and pressed, pulling me closer, tightening the rope, our faces practically kissing distance.

When I finally worked my way out, I was dizzy.

When I walked home three hours later, my knees still felt weak.

(via designmyiife-deactivated2011101)

242 notes | Posted October 3rd
Striped Theme by PHIL SE | Powered by TUMBLR