Let me live as I please, more than just a name.

squiglet:

areyoufuckingblind:

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

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• Question: which girl do you want - Anonymous
• Answer:

  No idea, whichever one is the right one for me. I don’t think I’ve met her yet. Sex with a stranger would help me get my ex out of my brain for at least a little while. But I don’t mean a one night stand quicky, but a whole night of good sex, so we ache in the morning, but with no strings, no commitment. Just 2 bodies sharing a moment in time and space, touching souls, just raw instinct! 

  *EDIT* Or not even get the girl, just so I can go back to enjoying being single.

Just have to get it all out of my system and remember that there are other girls in the world. And I shouldn’t get so caught up in just this one!

*EDIT* Maybe if I behave like all the other arseholes out there I might get the girl?

Gandalf wished for giant eagles! I’d have wished for frodo and the ring to be teleported straight to mount doom!

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masters-littleone:

She stood before Him, eyes cast down, wearing nothing but the collar and leash He had asked her to wear. She could feel His eyes raking over her, taking in her soft curves and pale skin. Unlike the other times however, her skin wasn’t bubbled with the goosebumps that normally adorned her.

“Do you trust me little one?”

She knew better to lift her eyes and meet His glance. Before she would have tested Him, but this time she remained still, eyes cast down. Nothing but her lips moving to utter the words from deep within her soul.

“Yes Sir.”

He noticed this; the intrinsic actions that He had been training her in. He smiled softly to Himself. It was good. It was a nice feeling to know that His girl had learnt His valuable lessons. But still, her answer lacked something.

“How much do you trust me little one? Show me.”

Her fingertips twitched at her sides. With a sharp intake of breath filling her lungs, pushing a rush of life through her veins, she reached her hands forward. Taking His hand in hers, she placed the fingers that knew her body so well around her neck. She didn’t move them away, but kept them there, holding Him to her. He looked at her puzzled. It wasn’t often that she did something that evoked this sort of response from Him. Don’t get Him wrong, she was a curious creature; HIS curious little girl. But this was a little strange.

“…little one? Explain please.”

After a pause of silence, she raised her head. Her eyes remaining closed. An eerily peaceful and calm look etched upon her face. Just when He was about to question her again, her lips began the graceful dance that allowed her sweet voice to be heard.

“I placed your hand on my throat Sir to show you how much I trust you. You hold the power. The power right now to cease my breathing… to end life. You hold the power to make me dance upon the edge of unbeknown. I trust You enough to hold that power with me. I trust You with my life.”

He stood and listened. Her eyes still closed. His hand still placed around her throat. Silence hung in the air for what felt like hours. Processing. Reflection. Devotion. Power. Life. Thoughts that swam through both of their minds. Two beings consumed with the same thought. His deep eyes staring at her face. Slowly those fingers that held the fragile, slender being tightened. Skin becoming taut between the strong, slightly calloused hands. He continued to watch her face, looking, seeking… Searching for the slightest sign of a quiver. A lasp of judgement on her part. He never found it.

Instead He found the opposite. Exactly what He had initially asked for. He knew that His grip was not kind. A slight movement of His thumb, the right amount of pressure on her windpipe and He really did hold the power. It was at this point He really understood the power of her trust for Him. In a sense it was a little overwhelming.

Slowly He began to release. Release his grip. Release emotion. A smile crept upon His face with the gift that His little girl had given Him. His hand dropped, a finger tracing down her windpipe and over the supple flesh of her breast before resting at his side.

Her eyes opened seeing Him. All of Him. She really did trust Him. She just showed Him that. A silent conversation occurring between them through their eyes. Once again, His hand reached up towards her face, yet this time, cupping her warm cheek. The cheeks that would often colour in his presence.

“Thank you little one.”

~little one

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