Have your way with me
Let’s turn the tables. You take charge. You do whatever you want. I won’t object or complain. The ball is in your hands, so to speak. If it turns you on, then do it. If it gets you wet, then keep doing it. If it makes you cum, then do it again.
You don’t need to be all goody two shoes with me. I know what’s lurking in the dark corners of your supposedly innocent mind. I’ve seen glimpses of the nastiness you pretend is not there. There’s no point hiding it from me because sooner or later you won’t be able to restrain yourself. So instead, restrain me…
I’m here for the taking and ready no matter what you have in store for me. The word ‘stop’ will not leave my mouth, I can promise you that. Your pleasure is my mission. I will do anything and let you do everything to give you hot, sweaty, dripping satisfaction.
Use me, like the dirty woman you really are. I’m your toy. But make it good, because later the tables will turn again. And you know very well that I won’t hold back. That’s it. Enough talking. Let me see the bad girl…
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Have your way with me

Let’s turn the tables. You take charge. You do whatever you want. I won’t object or complain. The ball is in your hands, so to speak. If it turns you on, then do it. If it gets you wet, then keep doing it. If it makes you cum, then do it again.

You don’t need to be all goody two shoes with me. I know what’s lurking in the dark corners of your supposedly innocent mind. I’ve seen glimpses of the nastiness you pretend is not there. There’s no point hiding it from me because sooner or later you won’t be able to restrain yourself. So instead, restrain me…

I’m here for the taking and ready no matter what you have in store for me. The word ‘stop’ will not leave my mouth, I can promise you that. Your pleasure is my mission. I will do anything and let you do everything to give you hot, sweaty, dripping satisfaction.

Use me, like the dirty woman you really are. I’m your toy. But make it good, because later the tables will turn again. And you know very well that I won’t hold back. That’s it. Enough talking. Let me see the bad girl…

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She loves me
She says she always will. She tells me I’m the love of her life. The love of her life.
How is that possible? How can such an amazing woman have these kinds of feelings for me? What have I done to deserve it? To deserve her. How have I been able to fool her to this extent for that long? I expected her to be smarter than that and see right through me. Maybe she’s just blind.
Often, very often, I ask myself these questions. But rarely does my simple mind come up with any logical answers. It just doesn’t seem possible. And anything that’s not possible to my brain is not believable. So I start looking for reasons why it can’t be. Why it won’t last. Why there is some kind of error in this love calculation. The benefits of an analytical mind…
But I guess that’s where trust and blind faith come into it. Maybe I should stop questioning it. Maybe I should just accept it and be grateful for it - and for her. Maybe I should thank the heavens for bringing her into my life. For loving me. For being there for me when I’m good, but more importantly when I’m not. Because when I’m not good I’m pretty bad.
And yet, through all these doubts and insecurities, all the questioning and fear of losing her, one thing never changes and it never will. I love that blind woman with every beat of my passionate heart. More than yesterday, but not quite as much as tomorrow!
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She loves me

She says she always will. She tells me I’m the love of her life. The love of her life.

How is that possible? How can such an amazing woman have these kinds of feelings for me? What have I done to deserve it? To deserve her. How have I been able to fool her to this extent for that long? I expected her to be smarter than that and see right through me. Maybe she’s just blind.

Often, very often, I ask myself these questions. But rarely does my simple mind come up with any logical answers. It just doesn’t seem possible. And anything that’s not possible to my brain is not believable. So I start looking for reasons why it can’t be. Why it won’t last. Why there is some kind of error in this love calculation. The benefits of an analytical mind…

But I guess that’s where trust and blind faith come into it. Maybe I should stop questioning it. Maybe I should just accept it and be grateful for it - and for her. Maybe I should thank the heavens for bringing her into my life. For loving me. For being there for me when I’m good, but more importantly when I’m not. Because when I’m not good I’m pretty bad.

And yet, through all these doubts and insecurities, all the questioning and fear of losing her, one thing never changes and it never will. I love that blind woman with every beat of my passionate heart. More than yesterday, but not quite as much as tomorrow!

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Take her because she’s yours
Men and women are equal. No doubt about that. But there are times when a man needs be the man. Not some watered down pussy version of himself. That’s not how nature intended it. Take charge. Take control. Take her. When she least expect it. When she most expects it. When it’s inappropriately appropriate. Show her that she’s yours and yours alone. And you better make sure she doesn’t forget it.
I take her because she’s mine. And because she’s mine I do it in a way that leaves no doubts whatsoever in her mind about my intentions. There’s nothing cute or poetic about it. It’s not about hand holding and long walks in the rain. That’s for the romantic times. This is all about claiming her because I expect her to give in to me. It’s about my cock controlling my mind. Where even if my brain wants to become rational and logical, I tell it to shut the hell up and give full control to my throbbing erection.
Sometimes you don’t have to be politically correct. You need to grab a fistful of her hair and pull her toward you. You need to look into her eyes and tell her that she belongs to you. And then you need to fucking prove it to her. Be a real man, damnit. Just because you are doesn’t make her any less of a woman. Make her remember why she chose you in the first place. Why she is with you. Trust me, she’ll thank you for it.
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Take her because she’s yours

Men and women are equal. No doubt about that. But there are times when a man needs be the man. Not some watered down pussy version of himself. That’s not how nature intended it. Take charge. Take control. Take her. When she least expect it. When she most expects it. When it’s inappropriately appropriate. Show her that she’s yours and yours alone. And you better make sure she doesn’t forget it.

I take her because she’s mine. And because she’s mine I do it in a way that leaves no doubts whatsoever in her mind about my intentions. There’s nothing cute or poetic about it. It’s not about hand holding and long walks in the rain. That’s for the romantic times. This is all about claiming her because I expect her to give in to me. It’s about my cock controlling my mind. Where even if my brain wants to become rational and logical, I tell it to shut the hell up and give full control to my throbbing erection.

Sometimes you don’t have to be politically correct. You need to grab a fistful of her hair and pull her toward you. You need to look into her eyes and tell her that she belongs to you. And then you need to fucking prove it to her. Be a real man, damnit. Just because you are doesn’t make her any less of a woman. Make her remember why she chose you in the first place. Why she is with you. Trust me, she’ll thank you for it.

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Watching Her
There is really nothing quite like watching a woman in tune with her own body. When she is not only comfortable physically but also as a person. No hangups or fears about any preconceived flaws. Watching her respond to certain triggers. Knowing what her buttons are and how pushing them creates specific reactions.
What a thrill it is to watch a woman like that in action, and not just from a purely sexual point of view. The turn on is not only in the act itself but in the knowledge that she is letting you, and not just anyone and everyone, be there with her. Because you are special to her. You’ve been given permission to observe this most intimate of acts. That is a privilege and the real source of the excitement. At least to me.
Whether it is simply just watching her or participating, but not many other things cause all parts of my body to explode out of control in such intense fashion. I would almost go as far as to claim that it’s a spiritual experience. But since that might be taking it a little too far, I’ll just say that it’s always ecstasy for my body and an orgasm for my mind!
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Watching Her

There is really nothing quite like watching a woman in tune with her own body. When she is not only comfortable physically but also as a person. No hangups or fears about any preconceived flaws. Watching her respond to certain triggers. Knowing what her buttons are and how pushing them creates specific reactions.

What a thrill it is to watch a woman like that in action, and not just from a purely sexual point of view. The turn on is not only in the act itself but in the knowledge that she is letting you, and not just anyone and everyone, be there with her. Because you are special to her. You’ve been given permission to observe this most intimate of acts. That is a privilege and the real source of the excitement. At least to me.

Whether it is simply just watching her or participating, but not many other things cause all parts of my body to explode out of control in such intense fashion. I would almost go as far as to claim that it’s a spiritual experience. But since that might be taking it a little too far, I’ll just say that it’s always ecstasy for my body and an orgasm for my mind!

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Time for dessert
"I’m horny," she whispered into his ear before going back to her meal.
His left eyebrow raised in surprise. He turned his head to watch her put another bite of food into her mouth.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how horny are you exactly?” he whispered back at her while picking up a glass of wine.
The restaurant was busy as usual at this time of the evening. None of the other customers seemed to noticed their little exchange.
"11," she replied without looking at him as she reached for her own glass and took a long sip.
A knowing grin flashed across his face. This could be especially good. He leaned over to her again.
"Then your panties must already be getting wet," he continued in a low voice before putting more food on his fork.
From the corner of his eye he could see her slowly reaching under the table with one hand before pulling it up again a few seconds later.
"Very," she replied reaching for his glass and slowly running her middle finger down the side, leaving a trail of moisture along the way.
"Waiter, check please!"
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Time for dessert

"I’m horny," she whispered into his ear before going back to her meal.

His left eyebrow raised in surprise. He turned his head to watch her put another bite of food into her mouth.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how horny are you exactly?” he whispered back at her while picking up a glass of wine.

The restaurant was busy as usual at this time of the evening. None of the other customers seemed to noticed their little exchange.

"11," she replied without looking at him as she reached for her own glass and took a long sip.

A knowing grin flashed across his face. This could be especially good. He leaned over to her again.

"Then your panties must already be getting wet," he continued in a low voice before putting more food on his fork.

From the corner of his eye he could see her slowly reaching under the table with one hand before pulling it up again a few seconds later.

"Very," she replied reaching for his glass and slowly running her middle finger down the side, leaving a trail of moisture along the way.

"Waiter, check please!"

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Call me
Stop everything. Whatever it is you’re doing right now put it to the side. I need to hear your sexy voice. That longing and desperation that takes over your body when you can’t stand it any longer.
Whisper to me. All those dirty things you want me to do to you. With people all around, tell me how badly you want my mouth on yours. My hands on your skin. My cock inside you.
Moan for me. Quiet and careful. No one must hear. Do it just like you do when I spread your legs and glide into your tight wetness. That first push all the way that feels so good.
Don’t hold back. Let all those filthy thoughts out of your head and send them to my ear. I want to hear how needy you are. How badly you want it. What you’re prepared to do for it.
You know my number. Pick up the damn phone and call me. I have to hear you cum. Don’t make me wait…
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Call me

Stop everything. Whatever it is you’re doing right now put it to the side. I need to hear your sexy voice. That longing and desperation that takes over your body when you can’t stand it any longer.

Whisper to me. All those dirty things you want me to do to you. With people all around, tell me how badly you want my mouth on yours. My hands on your skin. My cock inside you.

Moan for me. Quiet and careful. No one must hear. Do it just like you do when I spread your legs and glide into your tight wetness. That first push all the way that feels so good.

Don’t hold back. Let all those filthy thoughts out of your head and send them to my ear. I want to hear how needy you are. How badly you want it. What you’re prepared to do for it.

You know my number. Pick up the damn phone and call me. I have to hear you cum. Don’t make me wait…

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The never ending break up
It was inevitable really. Sooner or later the cup just had to flow over. There had been too many issues, too many confrontations. They seemed to have moved too far apart. There was only one logical conclusion.
"We can’t go on like this," he said walking into the room and stopping in front of her. "This is not healthy."
She put down her book and got up off the couch. She looked at him for a few seconds then proceeded to unbutton her shirt, slowly exposing her tanned skin to him.
"All this fighting is driving me insane," he continued trying to keep his eyes on her face. "I can’t handle this shit any more."
Her top fell to the ground. She unzipped her skirt before sliding it down her thighs until it ended up next to her shirt, leaving her standing in only her underwear.
"We haven’t been in a good place for a long time," he said doing his best to stay focused while his eyes darted all over her barely covered body.
Her eyes remained on his as she dropped to her knees and reached for his belt buckle.
"We are supposed to be in love and good for each other," he said mumbling, while watching her fingers pull down his zipper.
She reached inside his pants looking for the firmness she knew was waiting for her, all the while holding his stare.
"It’s over," he moaned, closing his eyes, while his hands took hold of her hair.
Sure it is, she thought to herself as her mouth opened…
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The never ending break up

It was inevitable really. Sooner or later the cup just had to flow over. There had been too many issues, too many confrontations. They seemed to have moved too far apart. There was only one logical conclusion.

"We can’t go on like this," he said walking into the room and stopping in front of her. "This is not healthy."

She put down her book and got up off the couch. She looked at him for a few seconds then proceeded to unbutton her shirt, slowly exposing her tanned skin to him.

"All this fighting is driving me insane," he continued trying to keep his eyes on her face. "I can’t handle this shit any more."

Her top fell to the ground. She unzipped her skirt before sliding it down her thighs until it ended up next to her shirt, leaving her standing in only her underwear.

"We haven’t been in a good place for a long time," he said doing his best to stay focused while his eyes darted all over her barely covered body.

Her eyes remained on his as she dropped to her knees and reached for his belt buckle.

"We are supposed to be in love and good for each other," he said mumbling, while watching her fingers pull down his zipper.

She reached inside his pants looking for the firmness she knew was waiting for her, all the while holding his stare.

"It’s over," he moaned, closing his eyes, while his hands took hold of her hair.

Sure it is, she thought to herself as her mouth opened…

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The Kiss
Every second seemed to last for hours. His heart was pounding in his chest with shivers running up and down his spine in anxious anticipation. It felt like his body was about to give in on him and he could pass out right then and there.
Now or never, he thought to himself as he reached for the back of her head, pulling her face toward his.
Their lips connected. Hard and direct. His eyes closed as he held his breath waiting for what would happen next. She kept hers wide open, reflecting the shock and surprise that was shooting through her entire body in response to what he had done. Then she closed her eyes too and her lips softened.
Her mouth opened invitingly and it was as if life was being breathed back into him. He exhaled slowly as his lips parted further and his body relaxed. She reached around his shoulders drawing him closer into her. The passion of the moment took them over.
Finally they disconnected, remaining in a close embrace. They opened their eyes and he waited for her reaction to what had just happened. She had returned his kiss but he didn’t know if that was simply a spontaneous reaction or how she felt about him, even after this intimate moment. Then she spoke.
"You bastard."
A pause.
"Kiss me again!"
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The Kiss

Every second seemed to last for hours. His heart was pounding in his chest with shivers running up and down his spine in anxious anticipation. It felt like his body was about to give in on him and he could pass out right then and there.

Now or never, he thought to himself as he reached for the back of her head, pulling her face toward his.

Their lips connected. Hard and direct. His eyes closed as he held his breath waiting for what would happen next. She kept hers wide open, reflecting the shock and surprise that was shooting through her entire body in response to what he had done. Then she closed her eyes too and her lips softened.

Her mouth opened invitingly and it was as if life was being breathed back into him. He exhaled slowly as his lips parted further and his body relaxed. She reached around his shoulders drawing him closer into her. The passion of the moment took them over.

Finally they disconnected, remaining in a close embrace. They opened their eyes and he waited for her reaction to what had just happened. She had returned his kiss but he didn’t know if that was simply a spontaneous reaction or how she felt about him, even after this intimate moment. Then she spoke.

"You bastard."

A pause.

"Kiss me again!"

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One Night
That’s all they had. One single night. Only those few hours to prove with the rest of their bodies what their hearts had been feeling all along. How much they meant to each other. That this was destined to be.
They hoped for more time but they didn’t ask for it. They knew there was no room in their hourglass for more sand. All they could do was make their limited time together count. Every single hour. Every disappearing minute. Every fleeting second.
It was what they had needed. A real touch to feel the electricity between their skins. Her hand gliding over the contours of his face. His lips tasting the sweetness of her neck. Their physical forms connecting, merging, flowing into one. The same heart beating in two bodies.
Their time passed quickly and yet it appeared to sometimes stand still. Between the talking, laughing, whispering and tears were instances when the hands of time seemed to simply stop. When their eyes would meet and everything around them suddenly disappeared. Those moments would forever be burned into their memories and hearts.
It was only one night. But it was worth a thousand lifetimes.
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One Night

That’s all they had. One single night. Only those few hours to prove with the rest of their bodies what their hearts had been feeling all along. How much they meant to each other. That this was destined to be.

They hoped for more time but they didn’t ask for it. They knew there was no room in their hourglass for more sand. All they could do was make their limited time together count. Every single hour. Every disappearing minute. Every fleeting second.

It was what they had needed. A real touch to feel the electricity between their skins. Her hand gliding over the contours of his face. His lips tasting the sweetness of her neck. Their physical forms connecting, merging, flowing into one. The same heart beating in two bodies.

Their time passed quickly and yet it appeared to sometimes stand still. Between the talking, laughing, whispering and tears were instances when the hands of time seemed to simply stop. When their eyes would meet and everything around them suddenly disappeared. Those moments would forever be burned into their memories and hearts.

It was only one night. But it was worth a thousand lifetimes.

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Unconditional love
It’s a nice concept, isn’t it? It sounds so romantic. Countless songs have been written about it. Who knows how many movies are based on it. It’s something that gets the mind wondering and the heart racing. The notion of loving someone regardless of circumstances or expectations. Beautiful.
It’s also a myth. Just like the unicorn or the Yeti. It doesn’t exist. A new love might start off like that. That’s when two people are so infatuated and head over heels that they don’t see anything else but the other person’s best features and qualities. And their eager genitals.
But then slowly they come back to earth and the blur that was their new found love starts to blend into the rest of their day to day lives. Suddenly he has needs that she can’t meet for various reasons. She has expectations that he is unable to fulfil at that point in time. They need to compromise. Conditions are put in place that are needed for them to be able to make it work in the long term. Unconditional becomes conditional.
Sounds a bit cynical, doesn’t it? Yes, I agree. I’m a romantic by nature but I’m also a realist. Two mindsets that sometimes get into a bit of a fistfight inside my head. I’m not sure there’s ever truly a real winner once the cuts are bandaged up and the bruises cooled.
Maybe we just have to close our eyes and believe. A lot of strange and wonderful things can happen when you believe. Like talking lions, tin men with hearts and witches on flying brooms. Oh, wait…
Unconditional love doesn’t exist. There are always conditions. What we need to decide is whether or not we are happy with the conditions we place on our love. If we are, then we can move forward and build on it. If we’re not…
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Unconditional love

It’s a nice concept, isn’t it? It sounds so romantic. Countless songs have been written about it. Who knows how many movies are based on it. It’s something that gets the mind wondering and the heart racing. The notion of loving someone regardless of circumstances or expectations. Beautiful.

It’s also a myth. Just like the unicorn or the Yeti. It doesn’t exist. A new love might start off like that. That’s when two people are so infatuated and head over heels that they don’t see anything else but the other person’s best features and qualities. And their eager genitals.

But then slowly they come back to earth and the blur that was their new found love starts to blend into the rest of their day to day lives. Suddenly he has needs that she can’t meet for various reasons. She has expectations that he is unable to fulfil at that point in time. They need to compromise. Conditions are put in place that are needed for them to be able to make it work in the long term. Unconditional becomes conditional.

Sounds a bit cynical, doesn’t it? Yes, I agree. I’m a romantic by nature but I’m also a realist. Two mindsets that sometimes get into a bit of a fistfight inside my head. I’m not sure there’s ever truly a real winner once the cuts are bandaged up and the bruises cooled.

Maybe we just have to close our eyes and believe. A lot of strange and wonderful things can happen when you believe. Like talking lions, tin men with hearts and witches on flying brooms. Oh, wait…

Unconditional love doesn’t exist. There are always conditions. What we need to decide is whether or not we are happy with the conditions we place on our love. If we are, then we can move forward and build on it. If we’re not…

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My not so secret love
I cannot go a single day without you. The thought alone instantly brings tears to my eyes.
The anticipation of being with you can only be beaten by that moment when I finally hold you.
You provoke the most amazing reactions in my body from the second we’re in the same room together.
You never let me down. You always give me just what I need. You will forever be a part of me.
You are my true love. Everyone knows it and I will continue to shout it from the rooftops.
You are mine from today until my last breath. This love is pure and eternal.
Oh, my dear coffee. How I love thee…
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My not so secret love

I cannot go a single day without you. The thought alone instantly brings tears to my eyes.

The anticipation of being with you can only be beaten by that moment when I finally hold you.

You provoke the most amazing reactions in my body from the second we’re in the same room together.

You never let me down. You always give me just what I need. You will forever be a part of me.

You are my true love. Everyone knows it and I will continue to shout it from the rooftops.

You are mine from today until my last breath. This love is pure and eternal.

Oh, my dear coffee. How I love thee…

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Just breathe
Turn off the TV, switch off the lights and put away the phone. Open the windows and the curtains and let the light of the moon into our room. Get rid off all sounds and distractions. We need some peace and quiet. Life is too full of blaring noises and never ending interruptions.
Let’s not talk. Let’s not burden each other we our problems and concerns. Not during this moment in time. Let’s just lay here in the quiet and just be. Just breathe. Only you and I and the sounds of the night.
We don’t have to get physical. I don’t need that right now. As long as your skin touches mine I’ll be happy. As long as I can hear your gentle breathing I’ll be content. As long as you’re here with me I’ll be okay.
Stay with me inside these four walls. All of our duties and responsibilities are locked out. They are still there, waiting for us to open these doors again, but for now, lay next to me and put your mind and body at ease. And breathe. Just breathe…
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Just breathe

Turn off the TV, switch off the lights and put away the phone. Open the windows and the curtains and let the light of the moon into our room. Get rid off all sounds and distractions. We need some peace and quiet. Life is too full of blaring noises and never ending interruptions.

Let’s not talk. Let’s not burden each other we our problems and concerns. Not during this moment in time. Let’s just lay here in the quiet and just be. Just breathe. Only you and I and the sounds of the night.

We don’t have to get physical. I don’t need that right now. As long as your skin touches mine I’ll be happy. As long as I can hear your gentle breathing I’ll be content. As long as you’re here with me I’ll be okay.

Stay with me inside these four walls. All of our duties and responsibilities are locked out. They are still there, waiting for us to open these doors again, but for now, lay next to me and put your mind and body at ease. And breathe. Just breathe…

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Love is…
Incredible, sometimes difficult, often wonderful, underrated, overrated, essential, blind, for everyone, scary, absolutely necessary, hard work, always a privilege, a heart breaker, a lifesaver, so very complicated, not offered enough, best when returned.
Love makes you…
Crazy, the best you can be, out of control, colorblind, behave foolishly, question your sanity, a complete idiot, laugh like a child, cry like a baby, green with jealousy, weak at the knees, strong like a horse, irrational, want to be a better person.
Love means…
Different things to different people, someone cares, endless possibilities, compromise, to forgive but not forget, that you’re not alone, to give in sometimes, acceptance, being there no matter what, you are the one, to feel passionately, there is always hope.
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Love is…

Incredible, sometimes difficult, often wonderful, underrated, overrated, essential, blind, for everyone, scary, absolutely necessary, hard work, always a privilege, a heart breaker, a lifesaver, so very complicated, not offered enough, best when returned.

Love makes you…

Crazy, the best you can be, out of control, colorblind, behave foolishly, question your sanity, a complete idiot, laugh like a child, cry like a baby, green with jealousy, weak at the knees, strong like a horse, irrational, want to be a better person.

Love means…

Different things to different people, someone cares, endless possibilities, compromise, to forgive but not forget, that you’re not alone, to give in sometimes, acceptance, being there no matter what, you are the one, to feel passionately, there is always hope.

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Who is being used?
He pulled on the tie steadily, watching as it closed around her wrist. Then he looked at her face. She didn’t move and so far seemed relatively calm.
"Do you enjoy the feeling of slowly losing control?" he asked with a steady voice while walking around the bed to the next post. She didn’t answer but her eyes followed his every move.
He slipped her hand carefully inside the second tie and pulled, tightening it without rushing as her arm gradually extended until her wrist came to rest on the cold metal of the bed frame.
"Are you concerned about what might happen to you?" he continued, observing the expression on her face. He could see a flicker of worry behind her reserved facade but she didn’t reply.
He pulled a scarf from his pocked and while walking beside the bed let it drag along her naked body. Goosebumps appeared immediately across her skin and he noticed her unsuccessful attempt to keep her body from slightly trembling.
He made a loop with the scarf and slipped her foot through it. She instinctively pulled it back realizing that she was almost fully at his mercy now. But he immediately caught her ankle in a tight grip and looked at her. Her stare was burning, flames of lust and defiance shooting in his direction. Still she did not say a word.
"You’re so feisty. I love that about you," he continued, drawing the scarf firmly as her leg stretched out, exposing her moist, swollen lips.
As he walked around the bed to the last post she willingly extended her leg, offering her last, free body part to him.
"It appears that you have given in to me already," he smiled, putting the last restraint into place, his eyes reflecting the deviousness and desire pumping through his entire body.
"Stop talking and use me!" she hissed back at him through clenched teeth.
That’s exactly what he intended to do. She just hoped he wouldn’t hold back.
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Who is being used?

He pulled on the tie steadily, watching as it closed around her wrist. Then he looked at her face. She didn’t move and so far seemed relatively calm.

"Do you enjoy the feeling of slowly losing control?" he asked with a steady voice while walking around the bed to the next post. She didn’t answer but her eyes followed his every move.

He slipped her hand carefully inside the second tie and pulled, tightening it without rushing as her arm gradually extended until her wrist came to rest on the cold metal of the bed frame.

"Are you concerned about what might happen to you?" he continued, observing the expression on her face. He could see a flicker of worry behind her reserved facade but she didn’t reply.

He pulled a scarf from his pocked and while walking beside the bed let it drag along her naked body. Goosebumps appeared immediately across her skin and he noticed her unsuccessful attempt to keep her body from slightly trembling.

He made a loop with the scarf and slipped her foot through it. She instinctively pulled it back realizing that she was almost fully at his mercy now. But he immediately caught her ankle in a tight grip and looked at her. Her stare was burning, flames of lust and defiance shooting in his direction. Still she did not say a word.

"You’re so feisty. I love that about you," he continued, drawing the scarf firmly as her leg stretched out, exposing her moist, swollen lips.

As he walked around the bed to the last post she willingly extended her leg, offering her last, free body part to him.

"It appears that you have given in to me already," he smiled, putting the last restraint into place, his eyes reflecting the deviousness and desire pumping through his entire body.

"Stop talking and use me!" she hissed back at him through clenched teeth.

That’s exactly what he intended to do. She just hoped he wouldn’t hold back.

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(Source: engine1967, via anon-of-us)

It’s who I am
I’m an emotional man. I won’t deny it. I’m sure that’s not entirely new information to those people who have been reading my writing for a little while. Sometimes I wish I weren’t. But that’s just how I am. I make attempts to restrain myself but more often than not I wear my heart on my sleeve. I figure that’s where it belongs.
There are times when I have to bite my tongue and hold back for whatever reason. I hate that. That’s just not me. All I’m doing is building up the pressure inside and inevitably sooner rather than later it’s released somewhere else. And not always in a positive way. You have to take the good with the bad I guess…
Because I’m like this, because I give all I have, I expect the same in return. If I’m going all out then they should, too. It makes perfect sense. At least to me it does. It might not be fair because not everyone is like that but I have certain expectations. If those are not met then that’s a problem. Hey, it’s my life, I have every right to feel this way.
So what’s the moral of this rambling bit of nothing? When you try to suppress what’s burning inside you - that thing that fuels your heart and is the engine driving you - you will get into trouble. More so than if you come out and say or do whatever it is you’re feeling. The conflict might not be with another person but with yourself. And that’s even worse.
You’re better off making some changes to put yourself into a situation where your emotions and your internal fire are seen as a positive and are appreciated and valued rather than being considered a flaw or something negative. Be who you are. Always be who you are. And don’t you apologize for that. Whoever doesn’t like it can go to hell. It’s hot there, too…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

It’s who I am

I’m an emotional man. I won’t deny it. I’m sure that’s not entirely new information to those people who have been reading my writing for a little while. Sometimes I wish I weren’t. But that’s just how I am. I make attempts to restrain myself but more often than not I wear my heart on my sleeve. I figure that’s where it belongs.

There are times when I have to bite my tongue and hold back for whatever reason. I hate that. That’s just not me. All I’m doing is building up the pressure inside and inevitably sooner rather than later it’s released somewhere else. And not always in a positive way. You have to take the good with the bad I guess…

Because I’m like this, because I give all I have, I expect the same in return. If I’m going all out then they should, too. It makes perfect sense. At least to me it does. It might not be fair because not everyone is like that but I have certain expectations. If those are not met then that’s a problem. Hey, it’s my life, I have every right to feel this way.

So what’s the moral of this rambling bit of nothing? When you try to suppress what’s burning inside you - that thing that fuels your heart and is the engine driving you - you will get into trouble. More so than if you come out and say or do whatever it is you’re feeling. The conflict might not be with another person but with yourself. And that’s even worse.

You’re better off making some changes to put yourself into a situation where your emotions and your internal fire are seen as a positive and are appreciated and valued rather than being considered a flaw or something negative. Be who you are. Always be who you are. And don’t you apologize for that. Whoever doesn’t like it can go to hell. It’s hot there, too…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: hisaemi, via bettyandme573)

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