instructions for boys who need no instructions
20th October 2009i am a girl that needs to be babied. you are a boy that needs to baby a girl that needs to be babied. likewise, i am a girl that needs to be disciplined (sometimes). you are a boy that, well you get the idea. what i mean by babying is possibly simple. what i mean by discipline is possibly not so. if you are the boy that needs etc., you will know innately what is meant by these terms. you will know, for example, that whether babying or discipline occurs the result is always sex. this does not mean that babying or discipline are an excuse for sex or to in any way justify sex. this does not mean that sex does not happen of its own accord because it does very much so often, one hopes. it simply means that b. and d. are intimate and therefore arousing. it will be of course, for you to decide the terms and even the follow through, if such is to occur. as a boy that needs etc., etc., you may well be in possession of a larger amount of willpower, physical power and self-discipline than a girl that needs etc., etc., and so there are several ways - pacifiers, if you will - to get a girl that needs etc., etc., to shut up, including but not limited to: a throbbing cock or a large plastic gag or a well-placed palm or a combination. As in everything, the punishment should fit the crime and your response as a boy that etc., must be tempered with love, and appropriate - not borne out of misplaced anger. which is why it is also important that you are a boy open wide, a thinker and an artist. that your fingertips can feel skin electrifying and know whether i’ve had too much, whether i’m breaking or i’m talking too much, when i myself don’t.


Flash flash flash a bit of skin but not too much. I’m good at this art form of the feminine form of wiles all the while I’m flirty pink female dangerous flesh but far more dangerous words.
I wish you’d kick the candy-coated doors wide open, tangle velvet tresses in your grasp and drag me out reminding me how small and fragile I am, but only after you’ve overpowered me with a mere thought because nothing quite so impresses my place upon me as a well-written missive in the dark. Hurdles jumped, you’re free to take from me as though it never belonged to me in the first, simply claim righteous debts and in the final hours of the tie-me-down, stake-your-claim victory rape fuck, I’d have been reborn remade redeemed.