Hard Things

There are things in this world that should be hard, things I like that way or at least hard-adjacent   Clipboards and notebooks and Classic Lit. Paddles and Canes and Microphones. Booty Spanks, Dicks, Hair Tugs and Bites. Ohhh let's not forget nipples and all the fun things you can do with them.   Then... Continue Reading →

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About my sister… So it didn’t work out?

Let's try to keep this short and sweet. So you dated/fucked my sister (@_Innamorata_) and it didn't work out with you guys. That sucks. It really does. You have my sincerest apologies. For whatever reason you guys just couldn't work out your differences, you wanted this and she wanted that. She wanted more and you... Continue Reading →

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Please Let Me

Unchain me Release me from the prison of my own making Let me feel your anger, The sting of you lashes, the snap of your whip Please   Unbind me Release the ties that hold me back from my own desires Let me taste your strain. Scorch me with the heat of your skin. Please... Continue Reading →

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So, you want to get into my panties? I did too, that's why I bought em. I am more than willing to share the name of the store I purchased them from with you... Oh wait. You meant you wanna get me out of them? I mean that's perfectly doable, they come off when I... Continue Reading →

Dinner with the Inks

Papa_Ink: Dinner was good S1: (sarcastically) I couldn't tell Papa_Ink: (indignantly) I ate just as much as you did S1: No freaking way I had 1 piece of lasagna S2: Pa, you ate seconds   * Papa_Ink shrugs and walks away from table *    Papa_Ink: You gonna eat that last piece of bread  ... Continue Reading →

Picky little things

I was out shopping with my sister @mystiink today for our new fall semester. I injured myself again because I'm a clumsy mess but nothing serious so, VICTORY! Anyway, we do this shopping thing for every big semester in the year, fall is usually our most hectic one. it’s a silly little tradition where we... Continue Reading →


There is no time limit or expiration date for healing. It is not a gallon of milk that has a use by date stamped onto the side of it. There is no right and wrong when it comes to time. There is no perfect guideline on how to steer that particular boat. Trauma and the... Continue Reading →

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