Posts tagged bound.
I have a tendency to post a lot of our sweet photos, because I’m a very sweet boy. On the other hand, sometimes I like a little suffering as well. I like to hear your wimpers and listen to your screams and moans. Some days I prefer to find ecstasy in the places where pain meets need, and the only peace there is comes from letting go.
And sometimes I just want to hold you down and fuck, my hand around your throat, and your hands tightly bound above your head.
Because I love you.
The Dirty Gentleman always knows how to decorate for a party.
You can just wait right there…
Especially when he lets us play with it.
I love when The Dirty Gentleman gets new furniture.
She only comes under the table when we tie her hands. I’m not sure if that says more about her or us.