What is this and can I live there?
Month: September 2012
I have little addictive tendencies. I’ll get hooked onto the strangest things and just crave it endlessly afterwards. I’ll pine after it and hold out for the next time I get to try.
Ever since my recent first experience with rope and the gorgeousness that is a rope mark, I’ve been longing for that sensation again.
Hopefully, I won’t have to hold out for too painfully long.
The real reason she’s tied down that way is because otherwise she would just give in and float away.
There’s a point right when my bush starts to grow back from a wax that it feels a little bit like a buzzcut.
And during that time, I feel just a little bit tougher than usual.
Because I’m sort of the lamest person ever.
Tacos are sort of my go-to “case of the fuck-its” food.
They’re also sort of my “I am high as balls” food, too.
Same diff.
That girl down the street seriously throws some of the best slumber parties.
And if you think this is rough:
You can’t even imagine what you have to do to get invited.
Ellen Von Unwerth
(via bohemea)
I live in the South but I’m no traditional Southern Belle ;)
StandardOh man. We’ve got some winky face action up in here.
Sold.
With things being complicated and absurd with the Southern Gentleman and because I have realized that it has been a long time since I have been with a girl, I think it is within reason that I consider the possibilities of a Southern Belle.
Move over, SG.
Confession: Switch was the first person to ever full-on toss my salad.
I feel like I’m nine explaining it that way, but it still makes me blush. So bear with me here.
Before him, there was one other person who expressed a sincere interest in it and I was totally bashful about it. He basically would go everywhere around it and once he got too close I would urge him to come up for air. So, besides a few licks, there was really nothing too interesting going on down there.
I sort of had a feeling I’d like it because I like other kinds of anal play. But I was still sort of shy about having someone’s tongue down there and a face all up in my business. And so when he asked to do it, I got super bashful, but part of me wanted to be brave and actually give it a try. And so, almost through gritted teeth and eyes squeezed shut, saying it fast enough that I couldn’t take it back, I agreed.
Let’s just say I’m really, really glad that I agreed.
In reference to the Switch post, how long had you gone without eating? Could you speak a little about your feelings on the submissive eating in such a role? I’m interested because it just seems like a delicate aspect of that dynamic.
StandardIt had just been since dinner, so probably about four or five hours. He’d given me quite a workout, though, so I sort of needed to recharge. It wasn’t really a sort of controlled eating thing so much as a “you kicked my ass for five hours so now we’re making quesadillas” thing.
I have experienced a sort of dynamic that you were probably looking for there where the dominant takes control of food. But, it was pretty lax and it was more saying what I would eat that day than anything else because I like those little control things such as being told to wear a certain pair of panties or to not masturbate that day or the whole Secretary four peas kind of bag.
Except definitely more than four peas. A girl needs her veggies.