Miss Happy Lolly

FemDom; retro; pin-up; erotica
yourbadgrrl: Life is nothing without making/listening/dancing to music! rolledtrousers: I don’t want someone who likes every little thing that I like. It’s through diversity of opinion that interest emerges, and if we share the same opinion on everything, what’s there to talk about? Besides, I like a challenge, I like needing to argue my case, why I like something, and slowly bringing you around, showing you the merits of what before you thought was stupid or pointless before.  But the thing I demand, no, require, is that you love music. Not the music that I love (lord knows that would be difficult as all hell), but just music as it is. The genre, the medium, the form. That you find melodies and chord progressions to be as emotionally powerful as the best film, or the most eloquent novel. That you care about music, and have invested yourself in it. That you don’t just listen to it when you go to the clubs, but instead find yourself packing your headphones the very first thing when you’re taking a trip.  That when someone asks that old ‘blind or deaf?’ chestnut, you actually have to think about it, more than almost anyone else, because the thought of being denied those beautiful sounds is almost worth being deprived of all those beautiful sights. That’s the level of music love I need, because that’s how much I care, and I don’t think I can understand someone who doesn’t have a treble clef etched onto their heart.  Is that so much to ask?

yourbadgrrl:

Life is nothing without making/listening/dancing to music!

rolledtrousers:

I don’t want someone who likes every little thing that I like. It’s through diversity of opinion that interest emerges, and if we share the same opinion on everything, what’s there to talk about? Besides, I like a challenge, I like needing to argue my case, why I like something, and slowly bringing you around, showing you the merits of what before you thought was stupid or pointless before. 

But the thing I demand, no, require, is that you love music. Not the music that I love (lord knows that would be difficult as all hell), but just music as it is. The genre, the medium, the form. That you find melodies and chord progressions to be as emotionally powerful as the best film, or the most eloquent novel. That you care about music, and have invested yourself in it. That you don’t just listen to it when you go to the clubs, but instead find yourself packing your headphones the very first thing when you’re taking a trip. 

That when someone asks that old ‘blind or deaf?’ chestnut, you actually have to think about it, more than almost anyone else, because the thought of being denied those beautiful sounds is almost worth being deprived of all those beautiful sights. That’s the level of music love I need, because that’s how much I care, and I don’t think I can understand someone who doesn’t have a treble clef etched onto their heart. 

Is that so much to ask?

(Source: couchpotatoeuros)

subcristi: Knowing you look at me, you stare at the most private, most vulnerable, softest part of me, feeling your eyes bore into me, it sends shockwaves through my cunt. You leave me panting, struggling for breath, for focus, for composure, I can’t control myself with you, I can’t see through the fog that is you, instead I let you cover me, fill me, take me, tame me, own me. I’m yours Daddy, every part, good, bad, imperfect, all yours.

subcristi:

Knowing you look at me, you stare at the most private, most vulnerable, softest part of me, feeling your eyes bore into me, it sends shockwaves through my cunt. You leave me panting, struggling for breath, for focus, for composure, I can’t control myself with you, I can’t see through the fog that is you, instead I let you cover me, fill me, take me, tame me, own me. I’m yours Daddy, every part, good, bad, imperfect, all yours.

(via yourbadgrrl)

yourbadgrrl: God, I love these boots! They make my legs look so loonngg… But—you’re not looking at my new boots, are you, playtoy? Naughty boy! Get down on your knees and kiss these pretty boots you bought for me. Good boy! Now I want you to lick up slowly Kiss my ankle, my calf, my knee Lick every inch of that black leather Only then can you kiss my thigh And the soft, soft skin between them Now trail your tongue higher still So slowly Follow the wetness The scent that you crave Bury your face there in my glistening hot cunt My hands in your hair pulling you closer to Your reward…

yourbadgrrl:

God, I love these boots! They make my legs look so loonngg…

But—you’re not looking at my new boots, are you, playtoy?

Naughty boy!

Get down on your knees and kiss these pretty boots you bought for me.

Good boy!

Now

I want you to lick up

slowly

Kiss my ankle, my calf, my knee

Lick every inch

of that black leather

Only then can you kiss

my thigh

And the soft, soft skin between them

Now trail your tongue higher still

So slowly

Follow the wetness

The scent that you crave

Bury your face there

in my glistening hot cunt

My hands in your hair

pulling you closer to

Your reward…

(Source: hellohighheels)