Brigitte Bardot dans Les bijoutiers du clair de lune (Roger Vadim, 1958)
Brigitte Bardot is kind of the patron saint of Sweetheart.
Brigitte Bardot dans Les bijoutiers du clair de lune (Roger Vadim, 1958)
Brigitte Bardot is kind of the patron saint of Sweetheart.
I don’t post selfies I post masterpieces
“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.” – Waitress.
Definitely a bad case of the squirmies. No doubt.
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A company that sells some very lovely looking lingerie for men.
Because if that’s what you’re comfortable, it’s good to know there’s a company out there who are happy to cater to you.
Well. Goodness. I feel quite flushed.
SO MUCH WIN.
I am 500 shades of more-than-just-okay with this.
It was the first time I had been fucked while I had something in my ass.
We were rough, almost urgent. He fucked me while standing at the side of the bed, holding my legs up against his shoulders and chest. My wrists were tied in front of me. I got subspaced rather fast, falling so deeply I could barely talk.
He kept me there with slaps, with fucking me so hard I cried out, by clamping my nipples and making me hold the chain with my teeth.
Lately, I’ve found that despite some of the roughness involved in the dynamic, there’s these glimmers of sweetness in it that makes me feel close and safe and loved.
“I need you closer,” I gasped out, the chain falling from between my lips.
He leaned down, continuing to fuck me roughly, and kissed my lips and forehead sweetly. And, all kinds of overwhelmed, I melted just a little bit.
“Sweetheart, where are your manners? Say please."
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Has anyone seen the show Manswers? Well, it ticked me off that there was no Womanswers. Girl Code comes pretty close, though.
This post has nothing to do with that otherwise.
I’m finally answering the sets of questions asked by citrustree and confidentialcupcake. So, here goes.
From citrustree (blah tumblr deleted these when I hit publish!):
1. What’s your guilty pleasure?
Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Consider me fully kept up.
2. What’s your unhealthy / unproductive self-soothing technique?
Unhealthy: candy corn. I know, I know, the world’s supply was probably all made in like 1983 and now just gets distributed every year around Halloween out of some massive warehouse but I like it a lot. Unproductive: Masturbation.
3. Why tumblr?
It’s a nice place to reflect and explore. It makes me feel a little less weird and a little more awesome.
4. Have you ever made someone breakfast in bed after the first time you’ve banged them and what did you make?
Nope. But I make a mean omelet if you play your cards right in the future.
5. Last book you read?
Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris.
6. Favorite outfit and why
I have this really cute brown/blue/green romper that I wear with these cute green flats that tie at the ankle.
7. Were you an easy child to raise? Why / why not?
Yes and no. I was very well-behaved but I got sick a lot.
8. What annoys you / turns you off in a first date / first real meeting type of a situation?
Unabashed misogyny and unbearable body odor.
9. What’s the best way to woo you.
Flowers, pizza, intelligent conversation.
10. Favorite sappy romance film?
When Harry Met Sally. Also, Somewhere in Time.
11. Three songs you want them to play at your funeral.
This is a really good question! I’ve never given it any consideration. Maybe Nico’s “The Fairest of the Seasons.” Richie Havens’ cover of “Just Like a Woman.” And maybe Sinatra’s “My Way.”
From confidentialcupcake:
1. Dogs or cats?
Mostly cats, but I want a very large, very docile dog in my life. I grew up around one and he was the best.
2. Last meal?
Shumai and sushi with a good friend. It was a specialty roll with mango and salmon and avocado and yum.
3. Book that always makes you cry?
The Velveteen Rabbit. The part of Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World with the skulls and then again when he’s in the car. The end of The God of Small Things.
4. Most embarrassing memory?
I bought a dress without trying it on and threw it on one morning and went to school when I was in a hurry. It was my senior year of high school. I discovered, upon writing something on the blackboard in math class in front of the whole class, that it was basically see-through when I stood right under the light. I’ll only wear it with a slip now.
5. Tumblr crushes?
Herdirtylittleheart, montecervesa, whyexactly, brightswitch, gallifreyansub, kinkycasey, myanonymouslair, citrustree, sansshame and some kid called nanking-decade.
6. Most hated celebrity and why?
Ugh, I guess TSwift. But I kind of pity her more than I hate her.
7. Are you Little/into Littles?
Hehe, yeah, I’m Little.
8. Boobs or butt?
Boobs on girls, butts on guys. But actually.
9. Do any people in your life know about your Tumblr?
My boyfriend, my therapist, an ex, a few close friends.
10. What bdsm role do you prefer? (pet/Dom/top etc)
Sub, pet, kitty, sweetheart.
11. Number 1 ship?
Me and my old pal pizza. I’m saying that counts as a fandom.
“Do you want to be a very good girl for me, sweetheart?”
The text came in about an hour before Craftsmate was supposed to arrive. I had just showered and I had just slipped on my clothing. I picked up my phone and texted back: “Always.“
I like when he shifts to that tone with no warning and texts me something like that. It makes me feel owned and dirty in the best way.
"Then wear your plug for me when you leave the house. You’ll be walking around the neighborhood with me with it in you.”
I hesitated for a moment before texting back: “Yes, Sir.“
I slid my shorts down to around my knees and took my plug and lube out. Carefully, I lubed up the plug and my asshole, taking my time as it had been a little while since I last wore it. I slid the plug in carefully and pulled my panties and shorts back up. After making sure I had stopped blushing and taking care to straighten my shorts, I went to do my hair, barely able to ignore the fullness in my ass.
When he arrived, he didn’t ask if the plug was in. As we walked to lunch, I stopped when we turned onto a basically empty street and guided his hand to my ass. He had to lean down a bit and applied some pressure to the plug, drawing a low moan out of me.
"What a good girl,” he grinned, waiting until we had reached another empty expanse of street to once more apply some firm pressure to the handle of the plug and make me squirm. “Do you feel all filled up for me?“
I blushed and nodded.
“Well, good,” he replied, brushing some of my hair off of my shoulder, “because you’re leaving it in for when I fuck you later.“ He smirked, relishing taunting me, “think you’ll feel just too filled up then? Is it gonna be too much? You’re so tiny, after all.”
So, I hurt my back/shoulder a little bit yesterday and told Craftsmate about it before he came to visit me today and we had a super fun, super sexy/blushy day that I’ll post more about.
But I’d just like to share right now that while I was sucking his cock, he reached down to where I had hurt myself and gave me a really nice, attentive massage.
Because reciprocity and generosity and considerateness are all awesome.