Oh my goodness what’s going on, what day is it?
Month: October 2012
Penthouse lives with eight other guys.
This is totally fine, Penthouse has his own room.
Except, uh, until one of them starts blasting opera music while we’re trying to mess around.
True story: La Traviata and flogging don’t mix.
Word to your mother.
One of the mornings I was there, Penthouse had to go somewhere a few hours before one of my meetings. We had messed around in bed a bit and he took some rope and tied one of my ankles loosely to the bed-frame.
“Now, edge yourself and text Daddy all about it and you can let yourself out,” he said, kissing my forehead before grabbing his backpack.
I pouted as I heard the door click shut and reached down between my legs.
I have an absurd amount of kink in the woods themed photographs in my drafts. Can somebody make something along these lines happen soon for me, please? It’s a chicken and egg situation of having the fetish and having the pictures.
Truth: The more I fight you on it, the more I actually want that ballgag in my mouth.
TAG. YOU’RE IT. The rules are to state 5 random facts about yourself. Then, go to ten favorite blogs and tell them that they are it. =)
StandardI mean, whenever one of these turns up in my askbox it seems like a fun enough thing to do. Except I’m not sending it around because ugh that’s a lot of work. So, here goes:
1. I’m in the middle of filling out a grad school application right now which is just…what.
2. I know my posts about going to visit Penthouse have been going on forever, but, hey, listen, I had a lot of experiences, OKAY? Which has set me behind on writing other hot stuff that’s happened, but you’ll all have to deal.
3. I am obscenely ticklish.
4. I just can’t get behind the whole absurd capitalization distinction in kink where people are like “W/we agree that My will as Dominant trumps her will as submissive.” It makes my inner grammarian cry.
5. My hair is almost double the length of what it was a year and a half ago when I started this blog.
I saw this episode a little over a week ago with some friends.
Sexy dominatrix Irene Adler aside, I spent a good portion of this whole reveal yelling things like “OH MY GOD” and “WHAT IS HAPPENING”, gesticulating frantically at the screen and spilling gin and tonic all over my lap.
Because I’m apparently six years old and cannot handle things.
But, seriously, this scene was beautifully done.
If only a man could read me like this – *swoon*
♛ sherlock meme | nine scenes [3/9]
Your queue did it again.
StandardBAH HUMBUG.
But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely — or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
Oscar Wilde (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“I’m nervous,” I said to Penthouse as I pulled on my clothes and went to head out to a meeting.
He turned to face me, “how come?”
“Uh, because I’m about to go into an important meeting with the word ‘whore’ carved into my stomach.” I stared down at the shirt that covered it, willing it to stay opaque.
“Oh,” he smirked, “yeah. I guess that’d do it.”