To borrow a term from James Deen, we’ve got that #pornoromance.
Month: October 2013
I made this bit gag for my girl this afternoon.
“But I’m not a horsey!” she whined. “I’m too little!”
“I know, sweetheart. That’s why you’ll be a pony.”
My friends in college had a kitty they trained to go out on walks on a leash.
So clearly I can be trained, too.
I love being able to shed my bratty side – which was mostly in place to provoke what I wanted out of dominants instead of asking for it like a good girl because of some unresolved shame over being able to just own up to what I liked – and instead be an obedient submissive who asks for what she wants.
Ivy has blown my mind with the incredible raw truth she’s just laid down here. (via confidentialcupcake)
Spent a pretty solid amount of time today sans pants.
Whatever.
If your thighs touch then you’re one step closer to being a mermaid so who’s the real winner here
He says he has this fantasy of whoring me out. I’ll admit that maybe, just maybe, I’ve got a little bit of a fantasy about it, too.
“How much would it cost?” I asked.
He smiled, “two hundred dollars.”
“Two hundred dollars?” I exclaimed. “That’s so inexpensive.”
The thing is that making it ridiculously cheap turns him on. He likes the degradation of it. On the other hand, I prefer to feel special and expensive and precious.
“Fine, how much do you think it’s worth?” he asked.
I huffed. “Four million.”
“Nobody pays a four million dollars for that, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “He’ll probably only take ten minutes once he gets his hands on you, anyway."
"And what if he wants an hour?” I pouted.
He smirked. “Nah. Still two hundred.”
An interesting feature of the new nomenclature:
I know shit’s gotten serious
when he stops calling me “kitten”
and starts calling me “fuckdoll.”
As per our agreement, Sir had to be my puppy. However, this lasted all of ten minutes.
I made him lick my feet and had him play a little fetch, but I just got too blushy about the whole thing. And I didn’t want to be mean because he was too adorable.
I’m kind of a snoozer when I’m a switch. Not always. But this time for sure.
“Good morning Baby Girl."
"Good morning Daddy."
"Daddy, you’re touchin’ my tummy!"
"Yes Baby Girl."
"Ah! Daddy. That was not an appropriate place to touch.”
"Daddy touched that while you were sleeping Baby Girl. Daddy touched everything while you were sleeping. Outside and inside."
“Daddy!”
“You liked it, Baby Girl.”