Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

85 notes

Fuck you today, negativity!
There are times when you wake up and just know that nothing can screw up your day. It doesn’t matter if work is complete chaos. People around you can be all whiny and annoying. None of it makes a difference. Who cares if the lines at the grocery store are a hundred meters long and filled with dozens of crying, snotty kids? Hell, a bird could take crap on my new shirt while I’m out, it wouldn’t effect me in the slightest.
I wish I could bottle this feeling somehow so I had it to drink on those days where every little thing annoys the shit out of me. The whole world seems to be against me, trying to get me to the point where I give serious consideration to jumping off the roof of my house. Well, at least from the first storey window. That would still be painful…
So far today has been one of the good days. Things happened that could have done my head in. They would have on other days. For whatever unexplainable, cosmic reason it didn’t happen. It barely raised my pulse. And funnily enough everything seems to pass quicker and easier because of it. If only I could put myself into this mindset any time it’s needed, life would go so much smoother. Ah well, keep working on it I guess. But damn, I love days like today.
So for now, I shall raise my cup of coffee in a toast, and later tonight a glass or three of wine, and say: Fuck you, negativity, not today!
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Fuck you today, negativity!

There are times when you wake up and just know that nothing can screw up your day. It doesn’t matter if work is complete chaos. People around you can be all whiny and annoying. None of it makes a difference. Who cares if the lines at the grocery store are a hundred meters long and filled with dozens of crying, snotty kids? Hell, a bird could take crap on my new shirt while I’m out, it wouldn’t effect me in the slightest.

I wish I could bottle this feeling somehow so I had it to drink on those days where every little thing annoys the shit out of me. The whole world seems to be against me, trying to get me to the point where I give serious consideration to jumping off the roof of my house. Well, at least from the first storey window. That would still be painful…

So far today has been one of the good days. Things happened that could have done my head in. They would have on other days. For whatever unexplainable, cosmic reason it didn’t happen. It barely raised my pulse. And funnily enough everything seems to pass quicker and easier because of it. If only I could put myself into this mindset any time it’s needed, life would go so much smoother. Ah well, keep working on it I guess. But damn, I love days like today.

So for now, I shall raise my cup of coffee in a toast, and later tonight a glass or three of wine, and say: Fuck you, negativity, not today!

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: millierosi-e, via zweiundzwanzigzwoelf)

789 notes

Coincidence or destiny?
It had been years. There were periods when he thought about her regularly. Then during other times she didn’t enter his mind for months. Something would suddenly jog his memory and remind him of her, sending his thoughts drifting back to their time. Occasionally he would escape to a quiet place to sit and reminisce. She was not with with him any longer, but she was never far away.
They had parted ways as friends. Not because of something terrible that had happened between them or due to any major issues. Their relationship had just petered out. It was a case of ‘it was good while it lasted’. It just didn’t last. So they split their belongings and their memories down the middle and went their separate ways. Just two friends wishing each other well and hoping for better luck next time.
Then, one unassuming day, he saw her again. Standing in a crowd of people, she looked just like he remembered her. Maybe she was more confident, more self-assured. She had turned into a vibrant woman, but to him she was still his girl. That had been the case on the day they met to the last time they embraced. And that would never change.
Maybe they had needed this time apart, to test the depth of what life had to offer in different waters. Maybe they needed to realize what they really had been a part of. Seeing her now, remembering everything about their time, the good and the bad, it cleared his mind and all those questions he had been living with didn’t exist any longer. At this very moment he realized.
She finally saw him, too. Her eyes met his, and she knew. The same concerns and doubts had also occupied her thoughts. All were answered with one look. It didn’t matter if their meeting again was simply coincidence or if it was meant to be. But what they both knew was that they would not waste their second chance.
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Coincidence or destiny?

It had been years. There were periods when he thought about her regularly. Then during other times she didn’t enter his mind for months. Something would suddenly jog his memory and remind him of her, sending his thoughts drifting back to their time. Occasionally he would escape to a quiet place to sit and reminisce. She was not with with him any longer, but she was never far away.

They had parted ways as friends. Not because of something terrible that had happened between them or due to any major issues. Their relationship had just petered out. It was a case of ‘it was good while it lasted’. It just didn’t last. So they split their belongings and their memories down the middle and went their separate ways. Just two friends wishing each other well and hoping for better luck next time.

Then, one unassuming day, he saw her again. Standing in a crowd of people, she looked just like he remembered her. Maybe she was more confident, more self-assured. She had turned into a vibrant woman, but to him she was still his girl. That had been the case on the day they met to the last time they embraced. And that would never change.

Maybe they had needed this time apart, to test the depth of what life had to offer in different waters. Maybe they needed to realize what they really had been a part of. Seeing her now, remembering everything about their time, the good and the bad, it cleared his mind and all those questions he had been living with didn’t exist any longer. At this very moment he realized.

She finally saw him, too. Her eyes met his, and she knew. The same concerns and doubts had also occupied her thoughts. All were answered with one look. It didn’t matter if their meeting again was simply coincidence or if it was meant to be. But what they both knew was that they would not waste their second chance.

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(via salacious-musings)

196 notes

Slowly but surely
Their chemistry was like electricity, endlessly buzzing. Always around whenever they were together. They burned for each other. It was never ending and constantly stimulating. They would surprise each other at the strangest of times and in the most unusual and unexpected of places. There was nothing either of them would not do to turn the other on. They went beyond their limits, trying to push their lust for each other to new, previously unexplored levels.
Whenever one wanted to, the other one was ready. They could be in the middle of a serious conversation when suddenly the urge would consume them. Their bodies would take center stage and all concerns and worries would be forgotten while they indulged in the ultimate pleasure. It was a cornerstone of their bond and what the rest of their relationship was built upon.
And then it began to fade. Gradually at first and not in many apparent ways. They didn’t notice the change. But it was there. From day to day and month to month. Slowly but surely. It wore off with a little less effort here, some less initiative there. Before they knew it, that eternal blaze that always appeared to be there, and they thought would burn forever, had turned into nothing more than the simmering remnants of a once glorious fire.
Lust had turned into comfort. Desire had transformed into routine. They never expected it to happen. It certainly wasn’t the plan. But it was reality. The hands of time conspired with their complacency to turn something incredibly special into something quite ordinary. Something that eventually would turn into just a distant, blurry memory and maybe one day be forgotten altogether.
The passion they once shared was now in the past. They wondered how it could have happened. But if they were honest with themselves, did they really care any more? If they did, maybe it could have been prevented. Now they would never know. What a shame…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Slowly but surely

Their chemistry was like electricity, endlessly buzzing. Always around whenever they were together. They burned for each other. It was never ending and constantly stimulating. They would surprise each other at the strangest of times and in the most unusual and unexpected of places. There was nothing either of them would not do to turn the other on. They went beyond their limits, trying to push their lust for each other to new, previously unexplored levels.

Whenever one wanted to, the other one was ready. They could be in the middle of a serious conversation when suddenly the urge would consume them. Their bodies would take center stage and all concerns and worries would be forgotten while they indulged in the ultimate pleasure. It was a cornerstone of their bond and what the rest of their relationship was built upon.

And then it began to fade. Gradually at first and not in many apparent ways. They didn’t notice the change. But it was there. From day to day and month to month. Slowly but surely. It wore off with a little less effort here, some less initiative there. Before they knew it, that eternal blaze that always appeared to be there, and they thought would burn forever, had turned into nothing more than the simmering remnants of a once glorious fire.

Lust had turned into comfort. Desire had transformed into routine. They never expected it to happen. It certainly wasn’t the plan. But it was reality. The hands of time conspired with their complacency to turn something incredibly special into something quite ordinary. Something that eventually would turn into just a distant, blurry memory and maybe one day be forgotten altogether.

The passion they once shared was now in the past. They wondered how it could have happened. But if they were honest with themselves, did they really care any more? If they did, maybe it could have been prevented. Now they would never know. What a shame…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: okironi, via kikisloane)

204 notes

My dirty love for you
I love your face. But I don’t need to see it.
I love your smile. But I don’t care what your mouth does.
I love your voice. But I don’t want you to talk.
I love your body. But I ache to abuse it.
I love your touch. But I won’t ask for it.
I love your gentleness. But I want it rough.
I love you. But I lust to fuck you!
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

My dirty love for you

I love your face. But I don’t need to see it.

I love your smile. But I don’t care what your mouth does.

I love your voice. But I don’t want you to talk.

I love your body. But I ache to abuse it.

I love your touch. But I won’t ask for it.

I love your gentleness. But I want it rough.

I love you. But I lust to fuck you!

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: wolfberg, via lascivious25)

144 notes

A love story?
She was fuming. The anger rushed through her entire body like a flood, almost numbing her. Her thoughts were mixed up and flying all around her confused head. She couldn’t put them into any kind of logical order. There were so many things she wanted to say, but where to start?
"Why do you keep doing those things? You drive me goddamn mental," she hissed, staring at him, somehow still managing to keep her ever growing range inside. For now.
His heart beat in his throat. His breathing was short and shallow and he could barely focus. He felt like the flow of oxygen was being cut off slowly. He was furious as he looked at her. It took all of his strength to keep him from exploding. How much longer could he hold back?
"Why do I do them?" he shouted while running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Because you don’t listen. You never listen. You can’t seem to get it into your stubborn head what I need."
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he serious? Her rage was starting to reach boiling point. There was no telling where this would all end.
"Don’t you fucking yell at me," she screamed back. "All I’ve ever done was to try and make you happy. Always. Always.”
Her voice broke with the last word as her head dropped with tears starting to run down her flushed cheeks. Anger and frustration mixed with sadness and resignation had worn her out.
"I know. I…," he mumbled. He couldn’t handle when she cried, especially if he had caused it. It ripped his heart into pieces seeing her like this. "I’m… I don’t know…I…".
"Shut up! I still fucking love you," she said, raising her head, a pleading look in her eyes.
"Always," he answered with a whisper, as his hand reached up to wipe a tear from her face. "Always.”
Ah - Love. It comes in all shapes and sizes.
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

A love story?

She was fuming. The anger rushed through her entire body like a flood, almost numbing her. Her thoughts were mixed up and flying all around her confused head. She couldn’t put them into any kind of logical order. There were so many things she wanted to say, but where to start?

"Why do you keep doing those things? You drive me goddamn mental," she hissed, staring at him, somehow still managing to keep her ever growing range inside. For now.

His heart beat in his throat. His breathing was short and shallow and he could barely focus. He felt like the flow of oxygen was being cut off slowly. He was furious as he looked at her. It took all of his strength to keep him from exploding. How much longer could he hold back?

"Why do I do them?" he shouted while running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Because you don’t listen. You never listen. You can’t seem to get it into your stubborn head what I need."

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he serious? Her rage was starting to reach boiling point. There was no telling where this would all end.

"Don’t you fucking yell at me," she screamed back. "All I’ve ever done was to try and make you happy. Always. Always.”

Her voice broke with the last word as her head dropped with tears starting to run down her flushed cheeks. Anger and frustration mixed with sadness and resignation had worn her out.

"I know. I…," he mumbled. He couldn’t handle when she cried, especially if he had caused it. It ripped his heart into pieces seeing her like this. "I’m… I don’t know…I…".

"Shut up! I still fucking love you," she said, raising her head, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Always," he answered with a whisper, as his hand reached up to wipe a tear from her face. "Always.”

Ah - Love. It comes in all shapes and sizes.

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: insanamentelm, via whatshewanted)

818 notes

A certain inevitability
We both know where this is leading. We can stay civilized and continue our pleasant conversation if that is what you would like. I don’t mind one bit. I’m more than happy to stretch this out. There is no rush whatsoever. Tell me about your day. I’ll stay engaged. I’ll listen and comment. I’ll be my usually charming self. We can talk. We can laugh. We can be each other’s best company, just as we always are.
But you should know that I have only one thing on my mind. If I don’t get it right now, then I will later. Eventually this somewhat blurry image currently floating through my mind will become crystal clear reality. I will leave it up to you when you will finally let it happen. However, what is not your decision is whether or not it will occur. I can tell you that’s a foregone conclusion.
Don’t hold it against me. History shows that this need is not something I can control or have any power over. It’s part of me. It flows through my veins. At any time it chooses to, it takes over my mind and my body becomes its faithful servant. When this particular kind of hunger invades me I have no defence against it, as much as I might try. It hasn’t worked in the past and it won’t work this time. There is no point in me denying it or for you to resist. Both of us might just as well give in to it.
So, my dear, we can continue to beat around the bush or we can let the inevitable happen. Because you can see from the look in my eyes that it will. I will taste you.
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

A certain inevitability

We both know where this is leading. We can stay civilized and continue our pleasant conversation if that is what you would like. I don’t mind one bit. I’m more than happy to stretch this out. There is no rush whatsoever. Tell me about your day. I’ll stay engaged. I’ll listen and comment. I’ll be my usually charming self. We can talk. We can laugh. We can be each other’s best company, just as we always are.

But you should know that I have only one thing on my mind. If I don’t get it right now, then I will later. Eventually this somewhat blurry image currently floating through my mind will become crystal clear reality. I will leave it up to you when you will finally let it happen. However, what is not your decision is whether or not it will occur. I can tell you that’s a foregone conclusion.

Don’t hold it against me. History shows that this need is not something I can control or have any power over. It’s part of me. It flows through my veins. At any time it chooses to, it takes over my mind and my body becomes its faithful servant. When this particular kind of hunger invades me I have no defence against it, as much as I might try. It hasn’t worked in the past and it won’t work this time. There is no point in me denying it or for you to resist. Both of us might just as well give in to it.

So, my dear, we can continue to beat around the bush or we can let the inevitable happen. Because you can see from the look in my eyes that it will. I will taste you.

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: ledreamofspring, via lovemylovebuttondeactivated)

714 notes

Life gets busy sometimes. Often to the point where it seems out of control. There are days when it takes me a few seconds to realize which month it is. Lately there have been times where I couldn’t remember at dinner what I had for lunch. Days blend into each other and before you know it summer has turned into winter with no sign of autumn. Too many things from too many sides and not enough time.
I like being busy, boredom is not for me. But I have realized that lately it has resulted in casualties. By focusing on certain things I’ve let others slip. I’ve expected people to just be there for me without me being there as much for them in return. And while I know those people are understanding and supportive, it’s not something I wanted or should have let happen.
It’s time to lift my head, exhale and look at myself to make sure I am what I’m supposed to be to the people who matter in my life. The last thing I want is to accomplish the building of one thing only to achieve the breakdown of something else at the same time. The people who matter to me do so for a reason. Without them everything wouldn’t mean anything. So after being buried in important, but in the grand scheme of things, ultimately meaningless activities, I’m refocusing and going back to being the best damn person I can be for the people I love!
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Life gets busy sometimes. Often to the point where it seems out of control. There are days when it takes me a few seconds to realize which month it is. Lately there have been times where I couldn’t remember at dinner what I had for lunch. Days blend into each other and before you know it summer has turned into winter with no sign of autumn. Too many things from too many sides and not enough time.

I like being busy, boredom is not for me. But I have realized that lately it has resulted in casualties. By focusing on certain things I’ve let others slip. I’ve expected people to just be there for me without me being there as much for them in return. And while I know those people are understanding and supportive, it’s not something I wanted or should have let happen.

It’s time to lift my head, exhale and look at myself to make sure I am what I’m supposed to be to the people who matter in my life. The last thing I want is to accomplish the building of one thing only to achieve the breakdown of something else at the same time. The people who matter to me do so for a reason. Without them everything wouldn’t mean anything. So after being buried in important, but in the grand scheme of things, ultimately meaningless activities, I’m refocusing and going back to being the best damn person I can be for the people I love!

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: feis, via dishamilitia)

241 notes

I wonder sometimes
How does it make you feel when you unexpectedly notice my breath on your skin?
What goes through your head when my hands begin to explore the softness of your exposed body?
What happens to your breathing when my fingers slowly but firmly push between your legs?
How does your mind react when I lean closer to whisper in detail what I will do to you?
Does it feel the way you expect when our breaths combine after my lips connect with yours? 
Are you able to talk when you finally feel me spreading and entering you?
Do you completely let go and give in to pleasure when I move inside you?
Does my name leave your lips when ecstasy finally washes over you?
Do you find comfort in the way my arms envelope you selfishly trying to keep you from leaving?
Do you have the same emotions exploding from your heart and flowing throughout your entire body the way they do for me at that moment?
I wonder if your mind asks similar questions. I wonder if it does as frequently as mine. I wonder if you wonder!
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

I wonder sometimes

How does it make you feel when you unexpectedly notice my breath on your skin?

What goes through your head when my hands begin to explore the softness of your exposed body?

What happens to your breathing when my fingers slowly but firmly push between your legs?

How does your mind react when I lean closer to whisper in detail what I will do to you?

Does it feel the way you expect when our breaths combine after my lips connect with yours? 

Are you able to talk when you finally feel me spreading and entering you?

Do you completely let go and give in to pleasure when I move inside you?

Does my name leave your lips when ecstasy finally washes over you?

Do you find comfort in the way my arms envelope you selfishly trying to keep you from leaving?

Do you have the same emotions exploding from your heart and flowing throughout your entire body the way they do for me at that moment?

I wonder if your mind asks similar questions. I wonder if it does as frequently as mine. I wonder if you wonder!

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(via dishamilitia)

88 notes

It’s time
Tick tock. Tick tock. Time ticks away whether you like it or not. Just because you don’t watch the arms on the clock move from minute to minute or don’t hear the ticking of the seconds on your wristwatch, doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
There are instances when time passing along is a good thing. It creates distance. You might need that to move on from something, or someone. Often time is the only thing that enables a person to accept, to heal, to live again. Nothing else might work other than those ticking seconds turning into months, then years. Time is a blessing in those cases. It might not seem like it at that moment and during those dark hours, but looking back, it often is.
But there are also cases where time forces you to make a decision. It puts you on the spot. It asks you to choose. You can’t go on with a particular situation because the longer you do, the worse it might become. So time demands you stop buying more of it or waste it. Make that decision, it tells you. And then get on with life without regrets or second guessing.
We all know our time on this earth is limited. Some get more of it than others. But we are all left with the same decision - how to use it. Once that second has ticked away you won’t get it back. Decide! Tick tock…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

It’s time

Tick tock. Tick tock. Time ticks away whether you like it or not. Just because you don’t watch the arms on the clock move from minute to minute or don’t hear the ticking of the seconds on your wristwatch, doesn’t mean it’s not happening.

There are instances when time passing along is a good thing. It creates distance. You might need that to move on from something, or someone. Often time is the only thing that enables a person to accept, to heal, to live again. Nothing else might work other than those ticking seconds turning into months, then years. Time is a blessing in those cases. It might not seem like it at that moment and during those dark hours, but looking back, it often is.

But there are also cases where time forces you to make a decision. It puts you on the spot. It asks you to choose. You can’t go on with a particular situation because the longer you do, the worse it might become. So time demands you stop buying more of it or waste it. Make that decision, it tells you. And then get on with life without regrets or second guessing.

We all know our time on this earth is limited. Some get more of it than others. But we are all left with the same decision - how to use it. Once that second has ticked away you won’t get it back. Decide! Tick tock…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: we-all-carry-twisted-souls)

360 notes

"You promised," she said, looking him straight in the eye.
You promised to be here whenever I needed you. Good times or bad.
You promised to protect me. Against all the harshness in this world.
You promised to listen. During those times when I just needed to unload.
You promised to never need anyone else. That I would be the only one.
You promised to love me. Unconditionally and without judgement or expectation.
"Thank you," she said, reaching for his hand, "for always keeping your promises."
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

"You promised," she said, looking him straight in the eye.

You promised to be here whenever I needed you. Good times or bad.

You promised to protect me. Against all the harshness in this world.

You promised to listen. During those times when I just needed to unload.

You promised to never need anyone else. That I would be the only one.

You promised to love me. Unconditionally and without judgement or expectation.

"Thank you," she said, reaching for his hand, "for always keeping your promises."

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: victorlyon69, via salacious-musings)

134 notes

Sometimes there is just no use fighting the battle when the outcome is predetermined. Through the good times and the bad, they say. What if the good times are not that great and the bad times are terrible? Why try and make it work when deep down inside you know that ultimately it can’t? That it is doomed to failure. No one really benefits if you are not in it with all of your heart and soul. You’re just cheating yourself and them.
Just because it seemed perfect at the start does not mean that it actually was or still is. It does not mean that it was supposed to last forever. Rose colored glasses are just that - glasses. Sometimes they need to be taken off to see the world in its reality. Maybe the whole thing was just a stepping stone, a marker along the journey of experience with the purpose of teaching and growing you. A practice run, so to speak, for when the real thing comes along. To prepare you and ensure that all the past dumb, petty and irrelevant things you put in the way don’t come up again in the future.
What if ‘the right one’ is waiting somewhere else and all you’re doing is holding on to this wrong hope, right here and right now because that’s what you’re supposed to do? Then again, they don’t say the grass is greener for no reason. Is it really or are you just lighting up that grass to an unrealistic brightness with the doubts and insecurities you have now from your current spot on the other side of that fence?
Maybe you owe it to yourself to keep the fight going because of how things used to be and might be again one day. That may be the right choice. On the other hand, how much longer can you persist with something you have given up on in your heart? It might finally be time to move on. Because after all, the end is just the start of a new beginning.
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Sometimes there is just no use fighting the battle when the outcome is predetermined. Through the good times and the bad, they say. What if the good times are not that great and the bad times are terrible? Why try and make it work when deep down inside you know that ultimately it can’t? That it is doomed to failure. No one really benefits if you are not in it with all of your heart and soul. You’re just cheating yourself and them.

Just because it seemed perfect at the start does not mean that it actually was or still is. It does not mean that it was supposed to last forever. Rose colored glasses are just that - glasses. Sometimes they need to be taken off to see the world in its reality. Maybe the whole thing was just a stepping stone, a marker along the journey of experience with the purpose of teaching and growing you. A practice run, so to speak, for when the real thing comes along. To prepare you and ensure that all the past dumb, petty and irrelevant things you put in the way don’t come up again in the future.

What if ‘the right one’ is waiting somewhere else and all you’re doing is holding on to this wrong hope, right here and right now because that’s what you’re supposed to do? Then again, they don’t say the grass is greener for no reason. Is it really or are you just lighting up that grass to an unrealistic brightness with the doubts and insecurities you have now from your current spot on the other side of that fence?

Maybe you owe it to yourself to keep the fight going because of how things used to be and might be again one day. That may be the right choice. On the other hand, how much longer can you persist with something you have given up on in your heart? It might finally be time to move on. Because after all, the end is just the start of a new beginning.

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: jennareads, via the-julia-set)

918 notes

I don’t know why you do it. Why do you insist on fighting it? All this posturing won’t get you anywhere. You know it as much as I do. Your arguments are always weak and ultimately fruitless. In the end we both know what’s going to happen. More often than not I get what I ask for. I try to do it nicely but if that doesn’t work then I’m afraid I just have to take what I rightfully consider mine. Your body. You.
You can put up a fight and attempt to change my mind. You’ve tried that before. But we both know that inevitably I will end up on top of you, then inside of you. All this delaying won’t deter me or make me lose interest. If anything, it’s just getting me more worked up. It’s only increasing my need, my aggression. You can either just let it happen and willingly give yourself to me or you can keep pushing me away. The more you resist the harder I will come back at you. You know that well.
Maybe you’re doing it on purpose just to push me to the edge and into that state where a wish for nice and cute lovemaking turns into a need for hard and nasty fucking. I’m happy with either one, but one way or another one of them will happen. Which one is up to you…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

I don’t know why you do it. Why do you insist on fighting it? All this posturing won’t get you anywhere. You know it as much as I do. Your arguments are always weak and ultimately fruitless. In the end we both know what’s going to happen. More often than not I get what I ask for. I try to do it nicely but if that doesn’t work then I’m afraid I just have to take what I rightfully consider mine. Your body. You.

You can put up a fight and attempt to change my mind. You’ve tried that before. But we both know that inevitably I will end up on top of you, then inside of you. All this delaying won’t deter me or make me lose interest. If anything, it’s just getting me more worked up. It’s only increasing my need, my aggression. You can either just let it happen and willingly give yourself to me or you can keep pushing me away. The more you resist the harder I will come back at you. You know that well.

Maybe you’re doing it on purpose just to push me to the edge and into that state where a wish for nice and cute lovemaking turns into a need for hard and nasty fucking. I’m happy with either one, but one way or another one of them will happen. Which one is up to you…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: intimateerotica, via vixenunmasked)

399 notes

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…
I watched her in the shower without her noticing and stroked my shaft until I exploded all over myself.
I tortured her by dripping precum onto her tongue while she was on her knees but not letting her mouth on my cock.
I made her beg to be fucked after I tied her up and licked her oozing pussy without penetrating her.
I demanded she use toys on me and herself until we both erupted in a huge mess all over each other.
I came deep inside her, then made her cum with my tongue and forced her to kiss me hard afterwards to taste us.
Father, I needed to confess these transgressions. Please forgive me and absolve me of my sins. I am willing to pay any price for them. But know that even though I have sincere and deep regrets I will commit them again…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…

I watched her in the shower without her noticing and stroked my shaft until I exploded all over myself.

I tortured her by dripping precum onto her tongue while she was on her knees but not letting her mouth on my cock.

I made her beg to be fucked after I tied her up and licked her oozing pussy without penetrating her.

I demanded she use toys on me and herself until we both erupted in a huge mess all over each other.

I came deep inside her, then made her cum with my tongue and forced her to kiss me hard afterwards to taste us.

Father, I needed to confess these transgressions. Please forgive me and absolve me of my sins. I am willing to pay any price for them. But know that even though I have sincere and deep regrets I will commit them again…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(via saharaa51-deactivated20131113)

2,544 notes

“How does she make you feel?” he asked him while taking another sip from his drink.
“Like a different man,” he answered, picking up his own. “I feel like anything is possible. She makes me want to be better.”
“Do you think it’s just a phase and it might wear off eventually like it often does?”
“Absolutely not. She’s the one. I have not a single doubt in my mind. I can feel it in every cell of my body.”
“Does she feel the same way about you?”
“Yes, she does. It’s the most incredible feeling. I’ve never known anything like it in my life.”
“Do you love her?”
“Yes. With all of my crazy, unreasonable heart.”
“If that’s the case, then why aren’t you two together?”
“I know,” he said, his thoughts drifting off into the distance. “It’s complicated!”
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

“How does she make you feel?” he asked him while taking another sip from his drink.

“Like a different man,” he answered, picking up his own. “I feel like anything is possible. She makes me want to be better.”

“Do you think it’s just a phase and it might wear off eventually like it often does?”

“Absolutely not. She’s the one. I have not a single doubt in my mind. I can feel it in every cell of my body.”

“Does she feel the same way about you?”

“Yes, she does. It’s the most incredible feeling. I’ve never known anything like it in my life.”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes. With all of my crazy, unreasonable heart.”

“If that’s the case, then why aren’t you two together?”

“I know,” he said, his thoughts drifting off into the distance. “It’s complicated!”

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: ctboston, via honeylove69-deactivated20130520)

1,041 notes

Who says you’re not a good girl?
Whispering dirty things into my ear during dinner with friends doesn’t mean you’re not.
Slowly sliding your hand inside my pants in a crowded cinema is not a valid reason for me to question it.
Getting on your knees in the kitchen while I wash the dishes can’t be considered a case against it.
Bending over the hood of the car suddenly and pulling your panties to the side while we carry the groceries into the house surely can’t be counted.
Pushing a wet finger from between your legs into my mouth while I’m on a phone call sounds totally normal in my opinion.
Climbing on top of me while I’m intoxicated and passing out to have your way with me seems perfectly legit to me.
Calling me while I’m driving and forcing me to listen as you make yourself cum appears completely harmless.
Who says you’re not a good girl? I can’t think of a single reason why you wouldn’t be…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Who says you’re not a good girl?

Whispering dirty things into my ear during dinner with friends doesn’t mean you’re not.

Slowly sliding your hand inside my pants in a crowded cinema is not a valid reason for me to question it.

Getting on your knees in the kitchen while I wash the dishes can’t be considered a case against it.

Bending over the hood of the car suddenly and pulling your panties to the side while we carry the groceries into the house surely can’t be counted.

Pushing a wet finger from between your legs into my mouth while I’m on a phone call sounds totally normal in my opinion.

Climbing on top of me while I’m intoxicated and passing out to have your way with me seems perfectly legit to me.

Calling me while I’m driving and forcing me to listen as you make yourself cum appears completely harmless.

Who says you’re not a good girl? I can’t think of a single reason why you wouldn’t be…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(via vixenunmasked)

Real Time Web Analytics