Blargh.

Went and looked at an apartment in a house today and really liked it.

Just googled it and found out someone died there a few years ago and the body had to be removed from the attic by people in Hazmat suits.

This is how American Horror Story starts. Fuck no.

Or should I?

Need this soon.

“My hands have wandered

And my legs

My little legs are getting weak.”

Thursday Thoughts.

I woke up when I was supposed to, did some work, rolled back over, went to sleep and had a really violent nightmare. Lesson learned.
Sir says that if I spank him, I’ll just start to complain my hands hurt and then I’ll flip me over his knee and give me the exact number back. And then he called me “little one” for like the second time ever so I was pretty in favor of that conversation.
We also had a really frank conversation about him finding a masochist secondary and I was very open and so we’ll see how that pans out. He wants to take the whole thing slow, both for my benefit and so the hypothetical lady in question isn’t just pigeonholed into his fantasy of something. So, yeah. We’ll see.
I was jogging yesterday and I tripped over absolutely nothing and skinned my knee, proving I am absolutely 7 years old.
Here are pornhub comments over stock photos. You are very, very welcome.
Everyone should be helping to devise a plan to take me to cat island.

Casey said I should give you a spanking.

She’s probably right.

I’m reading your palm and it says it belongs on my butt

Sweetheart’s got an active little imagination and a taste for the darker side of fairy tales.

But she simply isn’t ready to start dressing herself yet.

Lately, Sir’s been posting a lot of images with two girls.

“You’re really into this idea, aren’t you?” I teased.

“Well yeah,” he replied, “just think of all the games I can play with you two.”

It ain’t gonna suck itself

Confessedly, I look at this text when I miss him.

Ivy