shibcris:

i’ve been thinking, all day, about playing with my darling in front of a mirror. the hows don’t matter, not really. i could fuck you, if you liked, or suspend you from the ceiling. i could drip wax over your thighs, or have you rut against my own like a dog in heat. it’s not important. what i really want—is for you to watch. look at yourself, baby. aren’t you gorgeous, when you’re mine?