I have no guarantees that I will be active (am I active here anyway really?) but Ive grabbed a twitter and blogr account in case I want to keep posting dumb thoughts and smutty pictures.
Im trying the tumblr import thing to blogr, so lets see how that goes. Apparently it takes a few days though?
Anyway, theres nothing to see currently, but if youre interested at all…
@bryekop on twitter
Oh cool. well after years of off and on posting, and periods of neglect, i guess tumblr is probably going to make this blog a mess of broken ‘this image has violated terms and conditions’ posts, and essentially kill it.
Well, it sure has been a ride I guess.
This is a post I guess. I wasnt planning on making it until i made my last post. I didnt think I needed to.
Idk if is a surprise but i get bouts of depression. Not too often but it happens. Exercise really helps and thats why I started running. I never think while I run. I just do mental maths about my pace, how far I have to go, the pace I need to do to finish in a certain time… Sometime i just dont think at all and its wonderful. Running really helps.
But I also have motivation issues and thats where having a goal really helps too. “I cant be fucked going for a run today but I have to run up a mountain next month so I guess I should do some hill repeats”
When I started I couldnt do 200 meters or even imagine doing 5k. Now a fast 5k is my monday run. I couldnt see myself doing 10k ever. Now thursday is easy 10k day. I couldnt see myself doing a half marathon, and now I knock them out on a saturday for fun.
Targets are hard to find, And so are half marathons up a mountain. But i found one and I did one. And i felt pretty happy with myself yesterday.
Now Im running out of targets and the thought of nothing in the future bothers me in a way I never thought it would.
Its weird as fuck that im posting this here because its hardly regular content but… idk I feel worried about a lack of achievable goals to give a fuck about and what that means for life in general.
All my dumb life goals are ticked off. My cat died last month. My bloke would move on. Whats the point?
Yesterday I ran 21.1KM up a mountain and beat 66% of people who attempted the same thing.
Literally no one cares.
I feel like there is not much point in doing anything really.
She looks pretty smug about the predicament shes found herself in but I suspect that expression wont last. Give it a few hours and shell be bruised, sweaty, matted hair and covered in drying crusty cum.
Having said that Id be pretty smug about that outcome too.
(via bondagerepublic)
Just imagining how much random cock would get flung up me over the course of a night tied to a roadside fence makes me a little bit wet.
Drunk idiots on their way home, sweaty old truck drivers who think all their christmases have come at once, fumbly teenage boys who would otherwise never get a shot at putting their dick inside a woman….
(via ownmeuseme)
One day
(Source: strict-hermit, via ourgivennightmare)
When the colour of your arse matches your lingerie AND flogger, you know youve been worked by an artist.
(via sgiwil)
Two sides of the same coin.
(via obedientbitch333)
Its the 4 stages of play. The anticipation, with maybe some apprehension. The moment itself, the sting, the burn, the pleasure, the pain. The aftermath when it becomes clear that the pain wasnt as bad and the pleasure wasnt as much as you needed. The reminder, the colour, the scar, the wound, the dull throb that remains for hours or days.
(Source: sgiwil)
Great image. I love the light and the contrast. Love the shine of her skin and the texture of the rope. Theres even some rope ghosts on her thighs you can just make out.
And I really love her expression.
(Source: eruditeerotica, via digitalvoyeur)
This is kind of cool because theres about 1000 things that could be happening out of frame to cause that expression and its fun to let your mind run with it.
Theres probably a good psychology thesis into what different types of people think is happening. Kind of like Rorschach tests.
(Source: sgiwil)
Its like someone found one of our old family photo albums. Right down to the decor/style of the room, this brings back…..feelings.
(via sgiwil)
Things have changed a bit here. If you go back through this blog you will notice a definite change between early stuff and later stuff. Thats because I have changed. A lot.
Just about everything I put here, I put here for a reason though. I wont purge my archives. Im not ashamed of what I said or what has happened. The bulk of it is still true, or still opinions I hold, or fantasies I have. Im just coming from a different angle in life.
That said, I shall leave my original 'introduction' text below, and my original 'about me' page found above, if for no other reason than completeness.
Ready for work
Dom/Sub Stoners 💨
feat. @littleemybaby
