Him: Let’s see what kind of girl you are. (Pushing a finger into her cunt)
Him: Oh dear. Dripping wet already and we've hardly started. There's a word for girls like you and I think you know what it is.
Her: Maybe.
Him: Being a slut isn't a punishable offense. I've actually been known to encourage it.
Her: Lucky me.
Him: But sluts do need discipline. Do you understand what I mean?
Her: I suppose.
Him: So you think you know what I mean by discipline?
Her: I've got some idea, yes.
Him: Bend over the table there.
Her: Wait! Don't you think that my wetness is not entirely my fault?
Without a word he grabs her by the hair and forces her down over the table. She hears the sounds of slithering leather and the metallic clink of a belt buckle. She recognizes those sounds. It seems he means business.
while I suck on his soul he licks at my emotions penetrating my mind until he can feel what im thinking and when it gets too intense he ejaculates my thoughts.
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So about a month ago I saw this wonderful photo project done by an OITNB fan, and was totally inspired to do one for OUAT! While I admit, most of the pictures I did were Captain Swan ones, there are a few in the entire photoset that are more general scenes! But if you’re a CS fan; this is more for you ;) These few photos are just a taste of the project, and the rest can be found at my Flickr. Next time I’m in Steveston I may do more, as this was really fun (although difficult at times) to do!
Special thanks firstly to the worker that let us into the “restricted” area for a quick minute to get the Hook one, and secondly to my helpers hookedemma, oncepromised, and katmtan!!
We broke up the same way Pangea did, so slowly, until we were no longer one anymore. You were you and I was I, and we were no longer one big continent, and you no longer belonged to me, and I no longer belonged to you. We just keep drifting apart from each other. There’s a theory that the continents will drift so far apart, that they will eventually meet again someday. I’m hoping we meet again someday.