Poor little hungry kitty.
Month: September 2013
He says he likes the idea of a glass buttplug.
And a little flashlight.
I tell him nuh uh and nonono and you caaaaan’t.
Because people weren’t meant to be looked at so deeply.
Goodbye, summer.
I know a kitty who will lap this right up.
Pretty please? Pretty please?
I want it nowww.
Channeling this today.
I love you in these moments. The way you concentrate, the careful little knots you tie, the fact that I know this does much more for me than for you. I know you’d rather just slap a pair of cuffs on and fuck me until I cry. But, I appreciate this. And I miss it so much right now.
This is an outtake from some of the photos I took in Sir’s boxers and coat.
But I like how my hair looks, even if my boobs look a bit lopsided.
And I absolutely love how the slit in the boxers kind of popped open.
Y’know, for my junk.
I had some really cool plans set up for the beginning of October, but I recently decided to back out of them because of some of the demands of my schedule.
Which sucks, because I really wanted to spend time with a certain special person and I’ve got some severe fomo about the whole thing.
And while I know it’s probably a good decision in the long-run and (hopefully) a rain-check is possible, I hate when I’ve gotten all excited about something (I was counting down the days) only to have it not pan out.
Blah.
I’d like to look up and see something like this.
Very, very much.
And hopefully very, very soon.
I love that tiny, almost imperceptible clench as he draws the ice across her skin.