Hello!! The name is Mel. I'm 21 & open to meet new people so lets be friends. :D

dom-plays-with-dolls:

hypnosis-slave:

hypnoslut:

wrathfullove:

sw33tangel:

Naughty Princess

Cinderella could get it! (hint:it’s the gloves)

Thought Tink had a pendant rather than a wand at first…Then I realised either can work for what I’m thinking of…Damn I always loved Tink. I wanna be a fairy!

dom-plays-with-dolls

…OK, I’ll bite.
As much as I want to go with Ariel for obvious reasons, it’s all about Rapunzel. That sexy pose, Those innocent eyes. That grin that says “You know you want all of this.”
Yeah, you can have your Cinderellas and your Tinkerbells. Rapunzel knows what’s up.

dom-plays-with-dolls:

hypnosis-slave:

hypnoslut:

wrathfullove:

sw33tangel:

Naughty Princess

Cinderella could get it! (hint:it’s the gloves)

Thought Tink had a pendant rather than a wand at first…
Then I realised either can work for what I’m thinking of…
Damn I always loved Tink. I wanna be a fairy!

dom-plays-with-dolls

…OK, I’ll bite.

As much as I want to go with Ariel for obvious reasons, it’s all about Rapunzel. That sexy pose, Those innocent eyes. That grin that says “You know you want all of this.”

Yeah, you can have your Cinderellas and your Tinkerbells. Rapunzel knows what’s up.

dom-plays-with-dolls:

hypnovoyeur:

Isn’t there anything you ever think about doing to me? Something unusual? Because I think about doing things to you. I think about making you powerless, completely at my mercy, making you beg.

I so need to get caught up on this show…

It’s really hard telling people that you want to watch Master of Sex because you’re legitimately interested in the time period and the history of Masters and Johnson. Because naked Lizzy Chaplan is all the reasoning anyone should ever need.

(Source: billlmasters)

thelastmellophone:


mischievouslaufeyson:

sktagg23:

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because I’m still charged 5% tax on sanitary products because they’re classed as ‘non-essential’ by the government. 

What the motherfuck.

Solve this by bleeding on everything they love.

*AGGRESSIVELY PROJECTILE BLEEDING AT POLITICIANS* ARE YOU FEELING IT NOW, MR. POLITICIAN?

thelastmellophone:

mischievouslaufeyson:

sktagg23:

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because I’m still charged 5% tax on sanitary products because they’re classed as ‘non-essential’ by the government. 

What the motherfuck.

Solve this by bleeding on everything they love.

*AGGRESSIVELY PROJECTILE BLEEDING AT POLITICIANS* ARE YOU FEELING IT NOW, MR. POLITICIAN?

patterfuck:

I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust

(Source: hexxxxgirlfriend)

gordoananke:

midnightthunders:

So… I was giving some jelly to my cat

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My phone started ringing. Forgetting that I was holding the spoon I took the phone.

I never heard the spoon hitting the floor…

image

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they are evolving

wonderous-world:

matt-molloy:
Comics highway

wonderous-world:

matt-molloy:

Comics highway

wyanrard:

untiltheendofitall:

-andreaelizabeth:

thewrongkhristol:

what i want in a marriage

Sugar tits. Hahaha.

This.

Dude is a legend

(Source: The Huffington Post)

be-my-happy-little-pill:

hail-merome:

theonlyshawnde:

readtheaboutpage:

donejustdone:

500daysofevilexes:

loseegoose:

 

This is legit.

More PSAs need to stop worrying about offending people and get down to the nitty gritty like this. It’s the only way to open so many eyes.

shit

If people are offended, they are probably guilty.

This is hella important. If any one you nerds get children, please be an amazing parent

Can someone explain the 3rd one to me with the woman hunched over? I don’t really understand the meaning of it

I think she’s hungover or something :\ maybe idk

(Source: sizvideos)

myhandandmyheart:

virare:

the best part about being in your 20’s is slowly caring less and less about what people think of you and surrounding yourself with good people

the worst is that I’m broke

accurate.

(Source: picturesc0uples)

daddiesfavoritetoy:

yourbadgrrl:














Sunday Morning

She spent most of the sunny, bright morning trimming the roses, checking the irrigation system, pulling weeds, and mowing the tiny front lawn. By lunchtime, she was sweaty, thirsty and sticky. Thinking about the explicit email Sir had sent her earlier had made her rather…wet, too, and she was looking forward to killing two birds with one stone. She quickly stripped and stepped into her shower. The rush of water felt so good against her hot skin, and she luxuriated in the spray, soaping her luscious skin with her favorite mango shower gel. His words were still running through her mind, and very soon her slick hands were stroking her ample breasts, teasing her dark nipples, making her shaved pussy tingle. She let one hand roam down there, stroking her clit gently, thinking about his mouth there, how it drove her crazy. And that made her think about…She re-soaped her bum and then gently teased her anus, the other hand easing her waterproof butterfly vibe into her greedy cunt. She turned it on and groaned as the butterfly teased her clit, the shaft vibrated against her g-spot. She was leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, lost in her fantasy, her finger slipping inside her ass slowly, so close, so close—when a hand grabbed her wrist away from her cunt. Stunned she looked up to see Sir smirking at her. What a lovely sight she was, her dark skin a contrast to the white tiles. And what a bad girl she was, playing in the shower without inviting Sir, playing without his permission. 
“Sir! I didn’t—”
He didn’t say a word as he stripped and entered the shower next to her. He flattened her against the wall, kissing her hard, his hand around her neck, his tongue slipping between her lips, demanding. She was worried about his reaction but her body yearned for him, pushing against him, slick with soap and need. And she moaned as she felt his hardness against her waist, his teeth biting her neck.
“Turn and face the wall, slut!” he growled and she shivered as she complied. What would he do now?
He spanked her ass fast and hard, loving her startled yelp, the way she was leaning back into his hand. Then he picked up the vibe she dropped and pushed it back inside her, watching her biting her lip as he turned it first to low and then medium. Her breath was ragged. He took her hand and placed it on the vibe telling her not to drop it again. 
She leaned against the tiles, breasts tingling, riding the vibe, pushing her ass out to him. “Good girl,” he said, and she felt his hands caressing her bum, felt him gliding his cock between her cheeks, teasing her.
“Is this where you need it, little girl?” he asked her as his hands stroked her ample breasts then twisted her nipples. Hard.

“Is this what a greedy, slutty bad girl needs?” 
“Fuck, yes! Please, Sir! Yes!” she cried, shameless. She felt him squirt something cool on her ass.
“Then tell me what you need, slut,” he said simply, as he fingered her rim, opening her. 
“You, Sir! I need you! Please, please, fuck my ass, Daddy—”
She felt his cock at her entrance and wiggled her ass in anticipation.

“Turn your vibe to ‘high,’ slut. Don’t you dare cum!”
The vibe on her clit and her g-spot, and his thick wide head easing into her ass…she knew she’d never make it.
At first the pain distracted her, but the amazing sensation of her hungry ass opening wide, then clamping down on him pushed her over the edge, just as it always did. She always came on the first thrust.
Her reaction made him grin. She was so dirty, so predictable. So desirable.
“Naughty, naughty girl!” he whispered as he fucked her deep and fast, slapping her ass, gripping her throat, and all she could do was hold on, face against the wall, her fist in her mouth, cumming and cumming…

Shower time yet?

daddiesfavoritetoy:

yourbadgrrl:

Sunday Morning
She spent most of the sunny, bright morning trimming the roses, checking the irrigation system, pulling weeds, and mowing the tiny front lawn. By lunchtime, she was sweaty, thirsty and sticky. Thinking about the explicit email Sir had sent her earlier had made her rather…wet, too, and she was looking forward to killing two birds with one stone. She quickly stripped and stepped into her shower. The rush of water felt so good against her hot skin, and she luxuriated in the spray, soaping her luscious skin with her favorite mango shower gel. His words were still running through her mind, and very soon her slick hands were stroking her ample breasts, teasing her dark nipples, making her shaved pussy tingle. She let one hand roam down there, stroking her clit gently, thinking about his mouth there, how it drove her crazy. And that made her think about…

She re-soaped her bum and then gently teased her anus, the other hand easing her waterproof butterfly vibe into her greedy cunt. She turned it on and groaned as the butterfly teased her clit, the shaft vibrated against her g-spot. She was leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, lost in her fantasy, her finger slipping inside her ass slowly, so close, so close—when a hand grabbed her wrist away from her cunt. Stunned she looked up to see Sir smirking at her. What a lovely sight she was, her dark skin a contrast to the white tiles. And what a bad girl she was, playing in the shower without inviting Sir, playing without his permission.
“Sir! I didn’t—”

He didn’t say a word as he stripped and entered the shower next to her. He flattened her against the wall, kissing her hard, his hand around her neck, his tongue slipping between her lips, demanding. She was worried about his reaction but her body yearned for him, pushing against him, slick with soap and need. And she moaned as she felt his hardness against her waist, his teeth biting her neck.
“Turn and face the wall, slut!” he growled and she shivered as she complied. What would he do now?

He spanked her ass fast and hard, loving her startled yelp, the way she was leaning back into his hand. Then he picked up the vibe she dropped and pushed it back inside her, watching her biting her lip as he turned it first to low and then medium. Her breath was ragged. He took her hand and placed it on the vibe telling her not to drop it again.
She leaned against the tiles, breasts tingling, riding the vibe, pushing her ass out to him. “Good girl,” he said, and she felt his hands caressing her bum, felt him gliding his cock between her cheeks, teasing her.
“Is this where you need it, little girl?” he asked her as his hands stroked her ample breasts then twisted her nipples. Hard.
“Is this what a greedy, slutty bad girl needs?”

“Fuck, yes! Please, Sir! Yes!” she cried, shameless. She felt him squirt something cool on her ass.

“Then tell me what you need, slut,” he said simply, as he fingered her rim, opening her.
“You, Sir! I need you! Please, please, fuck my ass, Daddy—”

She felt his cock at her entrance and wiggled her ass in anticipation.
“Turn your vibe to ‘high,’ slut. Don’t you dare cum!”
The vibe on her clit and her g-spot, and his thick wide head easing into her ass…she knew she’d never make it.

At first the pain distracted her, but the amazing sensation of her hungry ass opening wide, then clamping down on him pushed her over the edge, just as it always did. She always came on the first thrust.
Her reaction made him grin. She was so dirty, so predictable. So desirable.

“Naughty, naughty girl!” he whispered as he fucked her deep and fast, slapping her ass, gripping her throat, and all she could do was hold on, face against the wall, her fist in her mouth, cumming and cumming…

Shower time yet?

good-girl-stuff:

sir-chase:

The last picture says it all.

This is awesome.