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s-exploits:

Girlfriend & I have been doing so well lately, honestly the strongest we’ve been since we began lusting for each other a few springs ago. There’s been some challenging moments since she’s recently decided to explore our openness (previously, I have been, with a minor exception, the only one to date outside our relationship) but overall, we’re better than ever. 

Last night, after she’d had a kinda shitty date with her new fling, she invited me over. I was hesitant at first, knowing that she’d just been doting over someone else, but I really wanted to see my girl regardless. So at midnight in 40 degree weather, I biked across town to her apartment as fast as I could; for some reason it just felt urgent. As she cuddled me under the covers, warming me up, she asked why I had rushed so. That’s when it came out: “Because I love you.” Somewhat unplanned, completely genuine.

While she’s said those heavy words to me before, I’d repeatedly skirted reciprocation. I’ve always loved her in some capacity, but I was dealing with some residual bullshit from previous loves & simply wasn’t ready to verbally match her sentiment. So as you’d imagine she was quite elated to finally hear me say those three little words. 

We basked for a bit in the warmth of shared love for awhile, kissing sweetly & holding each other, but eventually I could feel her wetness on my bare leg. She wanted to celebrate. I positioned myself on her already nude body as if we were going to 69, but I told her to relax & not to touch me. I teased her clit with my tongue until she squirmed under me, needing to be filled. She came a few times this way, but I was determined to make her orgasm. For a few minutes I sucked her little button & pushed two fingers in & out of her pussy slowly until her moans plateaued. Then I abruptly sat up on her belly & fucked her with one finger as fast, deep, & hard as I could. Almost immediately, she orgasmed so intensely she squirted the way I thought only pornstars could. She’d squirted a few times before, but only a little bit in comparison. Honestly, I’m still in awe. I haven’t been so happy in who knows how long.

Long story short: Love is so powerful it can induce squirting. 

This. All of this.

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pandorassboxofpotionss:

He moved his King parallel to my Queen, and with a soft thud sealed my fate for the night. 

“Check mate.”

Our eyes met and he smirked at me, “I guess it’s time for you to lose those panties, baby girl.”

Uhhh, sue me for growing up nerdy and awkward, but:

If you’ve just moved your King parallel to the Queen, you have just put yourself in checkmate, which I’m fairly sure isn’t even allowed in chess.

Nonetheless, my Queen takes your King and you lose.

So, get those panties off, bitch. Baby’s in charge tonight.

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Chained, Part One

Penthouse likes to make collars. He braids leather and they look cute, pretty, unintimidating. I like that. The last collar I wore had the word “bitch” on it and I sort of hated it.

He made mine red and purple, two of my favorite colors. It fit comfy and had a little d-ring to attach a leash, which made me blush like no other. By having me help him put the final clasp on, Penthouse really made me feel like it was mine. Which I liked. A lot.

After buckling the collar on me, he had me put on this little nightgown that I brought which is actually a size large shirt from Forever 21 that was five bucks. Call me ridiculous, but I thought the pattern was cute and I tried it on and figured I could pass it off as a nightgown. It covers my ass and, while it’s too loose to be a dress, it’s cute and precious and so little as a nightgown.

In the nightgown and with the collar on, I was already blushing so hard my cheeks burned. But, when he took out a length of chain and clipped one end to his bed-frame, I just about lost it.

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Every night during my visit to Penthouse’s, he set me a bedtime.

Somehow, I always managed to maneuver my way out of it.

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Sigh.

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Penthouse asked me, before I came, if I would want to be leashed in front of a friend of his. He knew I liked it, he knew she liked the idea of it, and he conspired to make it happen. Blushing, but not thinking anyone would actually want to, I agreed.

On Friday night, we went to hang out with a few of his friends and he mentioned that she would be there. The whole time, I nervously looked around trying to figure out who this girl was. 

At one point, this very pretty, petite girl in a little denim skirt mentioned that she liked popcorn because it was something she actually wasn’t allergic to.

Earlier that day, he had discouraged me from eating Nutella, because he mentioned the girl had a pretty bad nut allergy. Putting two and two together, I blushed about six shades of pink.

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littlemxswitch:

five4three2one:

shessomethingsarcastic:

crunksalad:

My Daughter insisted on being “Princess Darth Vader” this year. 

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

fuck yeeeah

That is THE BEST fucking costume

Mark my words, tumblr. Next year.

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myanonymouslair:

Ivy

There’s a tag on her post that says “Ivy has been pretty knifey lately”.

Yeah, I’m transparent.

If anybody needs me, I’ll be in my bunk.