Ds1 Quotes

Better yet - I'll buy him a dildo with his own money, send it to him, and tell him to go fuck himself

It’s okay if you need to be saved. Sometimes even the strongest, most independent people need to be rescued.

Three erotic paintings by Isa - $ 20K; chasing said artist in Benz SLS Coupe - $ 195K; the look on her face right at this moment - PRICELESS.

What the hell? Is she topping from the bottom? I’ll let it slide this time because she doesn’t know what that means and because she asked so nicely.

I feel his hardness between us and when I look down, sure enough, there it is. It’s big and yummy and pressed inside his pants like an encased sausage threatening to break free.

What’s unacceptable is that you’ll accept my cock in practically every orifice of your body, my tongue in your ass and you’ll swallow my semen, but you won’t accept clothing from me.

I hardly know her. It all comes back to the paintings. Her amazing and beautiful talent. Her sincerity. Her kindness. Her feistiness. Her ability to be in my head at all times. Her ability to pull me out of myself and make me see things like I’ve never seen them before.

The sweet sounds of our fucking are hypnotic; the wetness, the sound of her ass slapping against me, the squeaks of the leather beneath her knees… fuck yes.

Little Miss Sassy Panties is back and I laugh out loud at her. I know she doesn’t like it but damn she’s fucking comical when she’s feisty, but I guarantee, her ass will be paddled and for that sarcasm when the time comes.

Can you use these on me? Right now, please…” Fuck yes. I’m always amazed at how quickly my cock can jump to attention at the hint of any sexual impropriety.

I wrap my arms around her, one hand in her hair, one around her waist and I hug her more tightly than I’ve hugged anyone since… my parents.

I wonder how Isabel is doing this morning. I wonder how she got to work. She doesn’t have a car that I know of. Holy fuck - she’s not using public transportation, is she? That would be completely unacceptable.

…she immediately heads towards the revolving doors and I follow behind her like a lost puppy. Fuck, Dylan, show some dignity man! I hear my alter ego screaming at me. And where the fuck was he earlier anyway? Fuck that. I want her.

I want this girl and if that means I have to concede a few things, then so be it. She deserves that much. I can’t expect her to be mine alone and her not expect the same from me, and I don’t want to lose her over something that really is a nonissue for me, because frankly, I don’t want to be with anyone else.

She’s genuinely interested. I’ve never been with a BDSM virgin before and her curiosity is novel to me. I’ve worked plenty of scenes before when I was training submissives, but they already knew most of what this sort of thing entailed. Isabel, on the other hand, knows nothing. She looks so absolutely acquiescent right now…

I try to remember what my mother said about sympathy and putting myself in someone else’s shoes.

…the way she reacts to me and how she doesn’t put up with my bullshit. That slap. Fuck. I just need to see her and talk to her. I just need to know that she’ll agree to be mine.

I want a real relationship, one without intimacy issues; without trust issues, but with all my emotional baggage, I don't know if that's possible.

I get it, Dylan. Please… fuck me now,” she says through clenched teeth. How can I resist her when she says it like that? And those fuck-me-eyes… yes, I will fuck you, sweetheart, but I can’t resist teasing her one last time. “Do you think you deserve this cock after the way you misbehaved?

I decide to break up the monotony of my day by bringing my newly acquired artwork with me to work. I plan on hanging them in my office for all to see. Yes. I’m sure that will go over well. I can hardly wait to see all those uptight assholes’ faces when they get a glimpse of these wicked beauties.

So do we get our happily ever after now?” I ask. He kneels down in front of me and grabs my hands and kisses the tops of them. “Yes, our version of happily ever after,” he answers with sparkling blue eyes. “The version with whips and cuffs, right?” I ask. “That’s the only kind of happily ever after I want, love.

I come stumbling back into the apartment, dropping a few boxes on the way in and looking like a complete pussy-whipped bellboy. Seriously, what the fuck? This is such bullshit. My alter ego is irritated at me for even going this far with this woman. I ignore him and pick up the boxes and lay them out in the bedroom.

Isabel is proving to be a very fascinating woman. I’ve been doing vanilla for so long now, I wonder if I still have it in me to be a Dom. I like to think it’s like riding a bike… I guess we’ll find out. She has quite a defiant side to her, and for now, I’ll let her get away with it since she doesn’t know the rules of being a submissive, but that will change. I just need to be patient with her.

He hugs me tighter than before - tighter than anyone has ever hugged me and it soothes me. I can’t deny myself this. I wrap my arms around him again and hug him as hard as I can. We just stand there hugging each other for what seems like forever. I don’t want to let go. I can hear his heart beating through his chest and it calms me.

I’m not some complex creature whose every word has to be analyzed. What I say is what I mean.

Respect the woman, desire the slut, and cherish the little girl. Then you have the mind, body and soul.” By Unknown  

I just want you to know that I would never do anything to betray your trust. I know people have probably told you that in the past, but I truly mean it, with every fiber of my being.

Bondage Among Other Things by Lesa Kendrick I lie upon your bed Wearing not a stitch of clothing Waiting...anticipating... Alone And waiting... wondering... I moan.   You dance into the room Your clothing drops to your feet My heart skips a beat As you walk closer Licking your lips As though I am the treat You wish to eat.   'Please, ' I beg, 'Kiss me... Touch me.' You take your feather-whip Teasing... tantalizing... My flesh. I'm going up in flames Wanting... waiting... Wishing.   Your mouth leaves a fiery path Upon my rosebud skin. Sweeping down, kissing everywhere Until I drag you in. 'Don't stop!!! ' 'Please NEVER stop! ' I surrender, giving in.... I am left there trembling when You begin again.

There is no other man for me,

I can see now that we’re both damaged and flawed, but not so much so that it’s beyond repair. I need this man and he needs me, too. I can feel that.

We haven’t even signed that damned contract yet and we’re already playing in the dungeon. What the hell was I thinking? Well, I know what brain I was thinking with, but I just don’t know what I was thinking. Isa was so fucking amazing today. Her self-control in the dungeon was unreal. For someone who has never done any of this, I’m astounded by her eagerness and lack of fear. Most vanilla women would run for the hills at the sight of the dungeon and I can think of a few who did. But not Isa

I don’t know whether I should kick his ass for doing that to me or kneel at his feet and worship him.

It’s as if every soft curve of her fantastic figure was made solely for my pleasure and punishment; her pussy made strictly for my cock to fuck. Every inch of her was made for me and only me and I’m not letting this one go. She’s mine.

Her sincerity. Her kindness. Her feistiness. Her ability to be in my head at all times. Her ability to pull me out of myself and make me see things like I’ve never seen them before.

everyone deserves kindness; even those who are cruel. Especially those who are cruel

she has issues I can’t even begin to comprehend.

She’s so wet that my fingers just glide in and out of her like silk. I start tugging at it hard as I rock her hips. My thumb finds her clit and starts firmly stroking it. Her lips part and she breathes quick shallow breaths. Her cunt starts to quiver and she shift around. Yes. She’s close.

Sometimes even the strongest, most independent people need to be rescued.

If you think by staying away from me you’re keeping me safe, you’re wrong, pussycat. If being with you means physical death, then I welcome it because I’m dead inside without you,

There are no guarantees in life, Isa, and bad things happen to good people. But I can promise you that I’ll never leave you to face this world alone and I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe and always be here for you.

All I can do is pray my words are comforting to her. I don’t know what else to give her but my undying love. That and my words are all I have to offer. I hope they’re enough.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,

You make me feel again,

True love, power exchange, contentment and most importantly, trust – have finally graced me with their presence and my life with Isa is complete.

Holy throbbing vag,

I love you; heart and soul, and we’re going to grow old together. We’ll make things right and find our way, no matter how long it takes or where life takes us.

What they share is more than physical, I can see that very clearly now. They have trust and honesty, and open communication.

If being with you means physical death, then I welcome it because I’m dead inside without you,

I take great pride in pleasing and satisfying him. I also take pleasure in the pain and punishment he gives me because I know he enjoys giving it to me and that he needs it.