Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.

Anthony Bourdain   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: chanelbagsandcigarettedrags)

“As high as giraffe pussy”

well thats a new one

write-drunkedit-sober asked
3, 5, 14, 53, 61, 63,

3. gotten pregnant? yes many a times, you could call me fertile francis

5. kissed a boy? no maam

14. had sex in public? yeah you could say that haha

53. had a three-some? no although ive been propositioned to a few

61. wore make up? i got glitter attacked by a fat man in a fairy suit on halloween if that counts

63. lost my virginity before I was 16? no, i was a shy quiet one in my early years

yeah, I'm bored. and missed tmi tuesday.

1. had sex?

2. bought condoms?

3. gotten pregnant?

4. failed a class?

5. kissed a boy?

6. kissed a girl?

7. used a little paper bag for lunch?

8. had a job?

9. slipped on ice?

10. missed the school bus?

11. left the house without my wallet?

12. bullied someone on the internet?

13. sexted?

14. had sex in public?

15. played on a sports team?

16. smoked weed?

17. smoked cigarettes?

18. smoked a cigar?

19. drank alcohol? .

20. watched “The Breakfast Club”?

21. been overweight?

22. been underweight?

23. had an eating disorder?

24. been to a wedding?

25. made fun of someone for being fat?

26. been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

27. watched tv for 5 hours straight?

28. been late for work?

29. been late for school?

30. kissed in the rain?

31. showered with someone else?

32. failed my drivers test?

33. ran a mile in less than 10 minutes?

34. been outside my home country?

35. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours?

36. had lice?

37. gotten my heart broken?

38. had a credit card?

39. been to a professional sports game?

40. broken a bone?

41. been unhappy about my weight?

42. won a trophy?

43. cut myself?

44. had an STD?

45. got engaged?

46. been on a diet?

47. tried out to be on a tv show?

48. rode in a taxi?

49. been to prom?

50. played a drinking game?

51. stayed up for 24 hours or more?

52. been to a concert?

53. had a three-some?

54. had a crush on someone of the same sex?

55. been in a car accident?

56. had braces?

57. learned another language?

58. killed an animal?

59. been at a yard sale?

60. been to a japanese steakhouse?

61. wore make up?

62. talked to someone via webcam?

63. lost my virginity before I was 16?

64. had my wisdom teeth taken out?

65. kissed someone a different race than myself?

66. snuck out of the house?

67. bought porn?

68. had a virus on my computer?

69. had oral sex?

70. lets spice things up, ask anything

kneeling-for-master:

lil-belle:

“New dress, babygirl?”
I nod. “Just bought it today!”
“Little short, dontcha think?”
“Nope! Just long enough.”
Twirling, I make the short skirt flare just enough. My spin ends with me facing him, his form frozen across the room where he was loosening up from a long day at work. His eyes are glued to the hem of my new dress, slowly moving upwards until they meet mine, that possessive spark lighting from the depths. Daddy crosses the bedroom with a stride like that of a panther. 
I am suddenly up against the wall, my hands pinned above me. He presses against my body and his mouth latches onto my neck. A large hand snakes its way under the hem of my dress. Strokes, presses. A moan escapes me.
“Remember, princess, you’re mine.”

I just want to be pushed up against a wall and touched by you, Master…

kneeling-for-master:

lil-belle:

“New dress, babygirl?”

I nod. “Just bought it today!”

“Little short, dontcha think?”

“Nope! Just long enough.”

Twirling, I make the short skirt flare just enough. My spin ends with me facing him, his form frozen across the room where he was loosening up from a long day at work. His eyes are glued to the hem of my new dress, slowly moving upwards until they meet mine, that possessive spark lighting from the depths. Daddy crosses the bedroom with a stride like that of a panther. 

I am suddenly up against the wall, my hands pinned above me. He presses against my body and his mouth latches onto my neck. A large hand snakes its way under the hem of my dress. Strokes, presses. A moan escapes me.

“Remember, princess, you’re mine.”

I just want to be pushed up against a wall and touched by you, Master…

(Source: sinfulpleasuresx)