T△NG◎ IN THE V◎ID

crimson-uncovered:

There is something so deliciously condescending about being grabbed by the upper arm.

It’s like an unspoken reprimand, a stern voice that you don’t hear but feel. It makes you feel undeniably naughty, even if you’ve been an absolute angel. I can’t help but associate it with being dragged away for a spanking, or to a corner, or some other form of discipline that makes me shamelessly wet.

I’ll admit right now that the simplest gestures, as long as they’re wrought with dominance, will leave me weak in the knees.

One quick motion and I’d go from woman to little girl before you can even blink.

(Source: seeds-of-a-sycamore, via uminuscula)