She’ll claim she just fell asleep that way. But you could hear that telltale contrived breathing of feigned sleep the second you walked into the room. You could see the stiffness in her limbs. You could see the twitch of a smile repressed as she heard you cross to the side of the bed. And, of course, if you were still in doubt, there’s always the pouring that will ensue when you apologize, tell her to go back to sleep, and turn to leave the room.
Month: June 2012
Well, tumblr.
StandardI got bored enough to try to take a picture of my butt for you.
But the imprint from the freaking couch is on it.
For serious. Get me out of this house.
Strugg life.
That’s the face of getting much more than you’ve bargained for.
There’s a way someone can back you into a corner without either of you moving. And, for as useful as rope can be, some entrapments aren’t very physical at all. Because the best kind of hunt doesn’t take place in the wild.
Me: Am I still pretty?
Him: You’re always the prettiest. Even if your face is janked up to fucktown right now.
Tell us about the last time you slept with a lady? Pretty please!
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But, actually, I started writing about it here and then got too many feelings and never finished.
Yes, it’s seriously been that long. I go to a difficult university and my sex life has all been just some serious pen fifteen lately between SG, that guy from my frat and Switch. Sue me for my lack of lady love.
Or, better yet, somebody fix it.
Any kinks/fetishes you expected to enjoy but didn’t?
StandardGood question. I have mentioned on here that I’m intrigued by forniphilia. I tried being a footrest for someone once but it wound up being really boring. Also, the tv remote kept falling out of my mouth or I would wind up changing channels with my teeth. Oops.
My freckle is officially gone.
StandardMy face looks absurd, but it was a success.
Now pity me and hit up my askbox. I’m not allowed to exercise or go out in the sun or do other fun things.
It’s been almost a year now since the last time I tried waxplay.
The last time, I had to perform it on myself while the thief watched. There’s something a lot more daunting about doing it that way. You would think that being in relative control of the candle would make the experience a little less intimidating, but you tend to actually have a lot less control over the candle when your hand is shaking than you’d like.
We started with it over my breasts, on my nipples. I shivered when started to drip onto my thighs. I protested when he suggested I put it on my clit. I had never done that before or had anyone put the wax there. When I finally agreed, I swear I saw white the moment the wax made contact with my clit. I cried out, my body shook, and I wound up spilling more wax on my thigh and over my slit.
“I’m proud,” the thief said, “and, damn, that looks awesome.” He gestured to the wax that covered my body. I blushed and chuckled.
I think I am way overdue for another experience like that.
During yoga tonight, before we released our hips, the instructor mentioned that people store a lot of pressure and emotions in there.
And so, of course, I release and out comes one of the loudest cracks I’ve ever heard my body make.
Nice job being stressed in the summer, self.