Isn't This Just Soooo Sweet.

With the summer weather in the UK, the left

Which one do you prefer? <3

Forgot to post these.

Never trust a girl when you should have trusted a woman

Gothic. Creator of lifestyle aids for the gothic/emo woman or girl.

I identify as strongly dominant female, active in my alternative and BDSM community in the southwest UK. 45.

I'm Bi. I have a partner but am poly, i currently have 2 others sub, one who i see in real life, one is a female sub online.

If you're interested in submitting then ask away, politely, it doesn't mean you'll get an answer.

See links coming soon for Amazon products … be good …

Yes I'd happily have it as a weekend and holidays house, complete with bat roost to feed off ignorant male tumblr blogs who randomly messaged you with inane questions. Mind you it might not be kind to the bats

This is hot as hell and beautifully written

I know I’m supposed to stay still, I promised I would, but after sitting on your lap for so long, my body betrayed me. My white skirt rides up slightly, the material pooling around my hips. I can't bring myself to meet your eyes, but I can feel your gaze on the nervous little tremble in my hands where I’m gripping your shoulders. After a couple more minutes, I slowly begin to shift my hips against your thigh, the movement causes a quiet gasp to escape. My cheeks burn, knowing you can feel the wet patch on my lace panties. I should pull away, but instead, I press down experimentally, just to hear the sharp inhale it pulls from you. The sound goes straight through me, heat pooling in my belly. My hips move on their own, seeking the friction I desperately want.

“Look at me baby,” you murmur, and when I don’t, your hand wraps around my throat, not quite putting any pressure, but the position is enough to make me pause. You then use your thumb to lift my chin up to meet your gaze.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl? Hm?”

You purr, voice deep and soothing.

“I do mommy!! I promise I do!" I whimper, tightening my grip on your cotton shirt.

"I-I didn’t mean to-" But the lie dissipates when your hand slides up into my shirt and across my spine, pressing me flush against your chest.

"You didn’t mean to?" Your other hand grips my thigh.

“Then why are you still grinding on me like you’re starved for it…. Be honest, sweetheart. You want me to ruin you.” And god, I do. My lips part, but no words come out. Just a shaky exhale as the ache between my thighs is unbearable now.

“I think you need a reminder of how to behave,” You murmur, your voice velvety. I can feel your smirk against my neck before you pull back to catch my gaze. Your touch softens for a moment, your thumb stroking gentle circles into my skin as your expression shifts, still dominant, but softer and more gentle.

“Colour?” you ask, your voice quieter now, giving me space.

"Green,” I say, my voice trembling. "So green.” You lean in to brush your lips against my forehead.

"Good girl," you murmur, the praise making me smile. Then, just like that, the gentleness sharpens back into command.

“Now, you didn’t listen to my rules sweetheart" you chide, your voice dropping with that tone that makes my stomach flip.

“And we both know you can do better than that.” In one smooth motion, you pull me across your lap so I’m laying with my stomach pressed to your thighs. My fingers scramble to grab onto the couch cushions.

"How many?” you ask, your palm resting on my back. I bite my lip before saying, "H-However many you think I deserve mommy.” You hum approvingly, as your fingers trail teasingly along the curve of my backside.

“Mmm, I think fifteen will do the trick.” The number rolls off your tongue like a promise.

“Are you ready? Remember, we can stop anytime you need my sweet.” You rub soft circles on my skin reassuringly.

“I’m ready, I promise!” Nodding at my words, you land the first spank, causing me to squeal at the painful but also pleasurable feeling that just shot through me. Your hand lingers, soothing the sting before the next one falls harder this time. I arch into your touch, my toes curling.

“Count for me," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. I whimper, but obey.

"One, thank you mommy!" By the third, my voice is shaking. By the fifth, I'm squirming in your lap, my skin a light shade of pink, my breath, ragged little pants..

Are you a witch?

Yes, I'm pagan, and been a nature witch for a long time. I love feeling the energy in nature, and am poly theistic (ask for specifics if you want to know, I don't force my beliefs on people)

I'm a rock hard scientist but I believe that magic is often the science we don't understand yet, just as it would have seemed years ago before electricity was understood etc

I'm not currently Wiccan although researching, and I'm an individual practitioner albeit with overlap with my partner and occasionally friends in devotions or offerings

I'd love to be able to dowse ... I'm pretty sure there's a deep spring under my house as I feel energy in a particular spot.

Animals always give me a sense of belonging in addition to woods and wild swimming; I just don't get to do it enough

I hope that answers your question

This is so very me...

There's a truth to this. Those of us with the H of ADHD can easily overthink but that's very different to when we experience rejection sensitivity. Rejection Sensitivity Disorder is more prevalent in hyperactive leaning neuro divergent people, and recognising you have that tendency can be a real gift.

It's not that it's a label to shove in peoples faces but rather should be an aid to you (and maybe shared with your trusted close ones) that you can feel apparently rejection keenly.

Spot it early, don't let it spiral.... its easy for a poorly judged action or comment from others to trigger a reaction.

Try to be mindful of your inner voice, if it starts catastrophe talk, shut it down, practice some mindfulness actions and re centre

Sounds easy but for me it's been a practice that's taken ages to at least attempt to adopt ... I'm still learning and practicing from my mistakes when I dont catch it early enough

don’t tell me i’m overthinking. i’m overfeeling and it’s not the same.

Hmmm ... yes, lol.

With someone yummy to serve me some wine and snacks. And maybe order a sofa.

Oh these are just lush. Nudges partner and looks meaningfully at how many shopping days they have before Christmas

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!! Well, these prints are really cool and all, but I gotta ask- do you have anything in a different material?”

Never fear, cotton is here!!!

"Finally! A cotton skirt with the same huge pockets! Dare to dream~" /scene 🖤witchvamp.com🖤