Forcefully intoxicated

 

 

My best friend is forcing me to take a break from final studies to get some intoxicating beverages at a friend of ours..

And I who hate being forced into things… *poorly trying to cover up my submissive nature*

Well, here's me for the evening

BEST. FRIEND. EVER.

The day I got neutered

I hate hairdressers.




I was going to end my post there, but I thought you'd like an explanation, so here goes.
(Oh no, not again, those stupid drawings!)

I had very beautiful hair. Well, to me it was beautiful.

But I wasn't 100% pleased with it and decided to go to the hairdresser.

A few days before the session, I stopped by the hairdresser and gave her some pictures of how I wanted my hair to be:

I wanted scene-inspired hair, with colours! Short and messy on the top, long and straight under. I figured this might need some planning, and therefore handed her the pictures so she had some time to think about this and how she would pull it off.

The days went, and suddenly I was sitting in her chair. I already had a bit of hairdresser-phobia, so I assured her THREE times NOT to cut the length, even if the hair was broken! Three times.

 

"No problem at all" she said. And then she destroyed me.

She could see the horror in my eyes when I looked in the mirror, and then she assured me that she had not, in fact, cut the length at all. She had just cut it a bit shorter in the front, but it was much longer in the back, and what she had cut was needed to be cut.

Like I don't have a mirror at home. Or feelings in my fingertips. Like I'd never figured it out that she had neutered me. Well, FUCK YOU!

You see the difference, right? It went from covering my nipples to not even touch my shoulders. I cried when I got home. No kidding. I cried alot.

It's gone two and a half years now, and my hair is almost at the same length as before the.. incident.

I hate hairdressers....

Bitten

Before I could even grasp his presence he was right behind me.

I could feel his breath against my neck.

Giving me chills down my spine.

I felt his hand caressing my hair.

How his fingers tightened around it.

How he pulled it.

Making me face the stars above us.

I could only imagine what would happen next.

I was frightened, yet exited.

I knew it was going to hurt.

But the pain is nothing to the pleasure.

I closed my eyes as his lips touched my skin.

Shivering by the thought of how perfect this moment was.

His teeth sunk in my skin.

In my flesh.

I knew he'd stop if I told him to.

(true story by Luna Ciara)

You know the saying "Oh you're so cute I could just eat you up!"? Well, my boyfriend takes sayings like that literally. Sometimes it feels like he really is going to rip the flesh of my bones and swallow it. He once said he would too. So if I wake up one morning and a chunk of my thigh is missing I know what's happened and who's to blame. I do wonder how I taste. Or human meat in general. Maybe I should bite him back some day and find out. Or maybe I once again have watched too much Walking dead - getting all zombie in my head.

Worship the Sun

The sun has been worshipped since beginning of humanity (more or less). Worshipped for the powerful god-like light, the life it provides anything the light touches. It is the source of all life, and is to many ancient cultures seen as THE mightiest god.

My Sun has too been worshipped for as long as she has lived. Not always by all, but always by many. She has been admired for her distinct and unique beauty, for her wonderful being and for her amazing personality. People has gone mad by her beauty, has crossed lines that shouldn't be crossed just to be near her. People have commented her with admiration in their voice and stars in their eyes for every move she's made, both directly and not within her reach. She is like the ultimate goddess in men's eyes, and a powerful light in women's. She is the light of life to those lucky enough to get near, and unreachable, untouchable to the misfortune others. She is Chimera. The one and only. My best friend. The better half of me. It is like I've said for years; The Moon needs the Sun to glow. Without the sunlight the Moon is grey. Cold. With no light. I shine merely as an reflection of her light, so today, on her 22nd birthday, I'm glowing as never before. I'm proud. And full of love for this incredible woman. May she shine forever.

But most of all she is worshipped by me.

Love you always <3