1. Learned a new word this weekend. 


    The sensation of being “rope drunk.”

    Oh, how I yearn to bind you to me, to consume you as each pass of twisted twine tightens more, more around your arms, your breasts, your ankles, your hips, your heat.

    you, me, and the creaking of rope.


  2. (via girlonaleash)

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