Rosie Again

Starting a fresh blog for a fresh start. Stuff I like. Dirty but sweet, proud Candian.

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2021-01-14 06:25:10

    I greeted him at the door on 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.

    He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.

    I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle jingling as it fell to the floor.

    He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to revisit my treasure.

    His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.

    He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.

    He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.

    The man who whispered in my ear of how i was “marriage material” moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.

    To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.

    1. Get consent. 2. Give warning. 3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots 4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force) 5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe. 6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.

    All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.


    Too important not to reblog


    I am so sorry for what you experienced @ifitpleasuresme. Thank you for sharing this wake-up call.


    Signal boost. If you go charging into a scene thinking you can act like they act in those gonzo BDSM porn loops, you’re a fool. Always keep the Safe in Safe, Sane, and Consensual. If you are not absolutely sure of what you’re doing in a scene, don’t fucking do it.


    Even a wake call for 24/7 dynamics, because it’s too easy to become complacent with your play, and forget to check in with your partner about if anything has changed.


    So… yeah, read this. Shit like this is exactly why people will call you out for not understanding that fantasy/reality line.


    Get yourself a girl that’s desperate for your approval so that you can manipulate her into doing anything you want💕


    Yeah. The funny thing is, I remember a time when I would have thought this was hot. Now it just makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit. Because I think a lot of times, there’s a grain of truth in stuff like this. And that’s where abuse happens. Trust me. I’ve been that girl. And when I stopped being that girl, he lost interest.

    Have your kinky, fucked up fantasies. But don’t let them make you less than. Don’t let them make you smaller. The thrill is 100% not worth it.

    Submission should not be built on dependence.


    Abuse is real…..


    The comments though……………….


    There’s a world of difference between “eager for approval and will do lots for you within her self-determined limits of consent” and “desperate for approval and use that to your advantage to manipulate her” 

    Adults and healthy stable kinksters understand the first 

    Douchebags and abusers understand the second 

    I get that this speaks to fantasy concepts for some, which falls into self-determined limits of consent, but let’s be honest, most of the jerks who read something like this actually just think that’s how Ds works?