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Photo reblogged from can you keep a secret? with 70 notes
Gentlemen and slaves, this picture is so far the best that I could manage to find to sum up my feelings about Valentine’s Day. And as erotic as I may find rough blowjobs or slapping a consensual context, in this case I’m attempting to showcase contempt.
To me, the over-hyped commercialization of this day doesn’t enrich or enhance love. It cheapens it. It makes women into whores and men into johns, trading overpriced flowers, cheaply-made candy, jewelry (don’t get me started about jewelry) and frequently disappointing meals out for sex all in the name of “love”.
Love isn’t flowers, candy, jewels, dinner or sex. It can contain those things, of course, but I daresay that on a day where people go through the ritualized commercial expenditures to ceremonially prove themselves that they’re experiencing something far less genuine or moving than love.
I for one would rather express my love by slapping the drool-coated face of my kneeling, naked and collared slave as I yanked my cock out of her mouth. As violent as that may be, it’d be a far more genuine expression of my devotion and adoration of her and our relationship than any conveniently-packaged product a corporation could dream up.
Slapping is so jarring and visceral- it’s a guaranteed way to get a strong emotional response.
Source: nametobedetermined
PERFECT PICTURE, PERFECT TEXT, FLAWLESS POST.
heart happy. The ones Sir gave me for...are beautiful. They’re sitting on the dinner table...
prepared for this.
If we ever have sex again, I’m doing this to my ex