Month: January 2014

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One of my resolutions was more self care and nice things for myself.

So yay a nice cup of tea.

No, I’m not naked in my apartment in this weather. But I figured I’d better take my shirt off to stay true to the theme of this blog.

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Blah I just found this in my drafts and tried to buy it for Sir for Valentine’s Day (I’m a romantic) but it’s still not on the market yet blargggg.

If anyone’s curious. It’s called Durex Fundawear.

As a mixed Asian/white girl, I really relate to your recent post on race! Just as you are white but still affected in your relationship by racism, I’m not always affected by racism — it depends what the person sees me as. It’s a weird place to be.

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Well, thank you, I’m glad you liked it. And, yeah, a girl I wound up in a lot of classes with my last year in college, but didn’t end up getting to know as well as I would have liked to, was the same. She could “pass” for white and people would be super obnoxious and make benevolently racist comments like “but you’re totally not Asian so it’s fine” and “you just look like an exotic white girl, it’s so pretty and cool.” Eyeroll.

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So one of my awesome followers directed me over to the longer version of the video of this. It’s labelled as “Ally Kay interracial with asian guy” but I guess it’s something. (WOULD IT BE SO HARD TO CALL HIM BY HIS NAME?)

Nonetheless, some things I’ve learned:

  1. This man is named Keni Styles and he is literally the first and only Asian male pornstar working in America. WHAT.
  2. He has a really sexy voice that does stuff to me.
  3. He kind of sounds like Gordon Ramsey when he’s being strict which is hot to me so whatever.
  4. He’s super mean like almost as mean as Sir like super mean.

daddysfucktoys:

“Punishment Incorporated: Ashley” featuring Keni Styles and Ashley (pics, video)

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doctortease:

No matter how you dress yourself up or what airs you put on; no matter how you control your body or hide your past; no matter how icy and aloof and self-possessed you may seem, I know the truth. Where you started. What you were. What you are.

Pillowfucker.

Needy, greedy, desperate little grinder, ever since you were young, maybe since before you can remember. Squirming around trying to figure out what your body wanted: curl up and clench, sweaty forehead and sore knees in the darkness of your room. Never let your hand creep down there, or couldn’t figure out what to do with it if you did. And then you tried shoving the big soft lump down between your legs, and squeezing. And oh.

Did you ever get caught? Not more than once, I bet. Some things you learn to hide quickly. But you’ve always had a hungry body, and you never could quite rein it in. Sneaking off whenever you could manage it, calculating how long it would be until you’d get to try again. Your mind wandered in school and church and family outings. Couldn’t help that. Your pussy kept leading it astray.

This is what I mean when I call you “little girl,” little girl. You haven’t really changed at all. You’re the same wet flushed sullen frantic humping pillowfucker you’ve been your whole life, and all the roles and rules and pretty words you use are just attempts to conceal it.

They don’t work. You’ve been caught a second time, and there’s no playing it off or hasty excuses, not with me. I can see what’s inside of you, little bouncer, little secret keeper, little burning ember. No point in hiding anymore.

Now show me what you can do.

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Sir and I play a little game sometimes that’s just a drop too taboo and way too blushy to write about.

in-morpheus-arms:

yourclassyslut

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kitty-en-classe:

Carey Mulligan in An Education

They say Sweetheart’s precocious.

But she knows what that really means.

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The Party Sub, Part Ten

Sir brought me upstairs and had me lie down with my head resting on a pillow and my ass up. He teased his fingers over my butt and down the back of my leg, leaning in to kiss my thighs. I thought he was going to eat my pussy from behind, but instead he leaned in and started to lick my asshole.

I blushed and buried my face in the pillow. Sir’s never done that before, mostly because I’m way too squirmy about the whole thing. It had been a while since I’d been rimmed, but I found myself squirming back against him.

After a while, Sir pulled back and started spanking me. I took it and felt myself start to get overwhelmed by endorphins once more. By the time he stopped and told me to hold the position, my head was fuzzy and I was getting sleepy. With that, Sir walked downstairs and left me to wait with my ass in the air.

Some people were messing around fairly close to us and when he got back, Sir asked them if I had been a good girl. 

“Yeah, she was,” one replied, “she’s a very a good girl.”

I grinned into the pillow.

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The Party Sub, Part Nine

After I had my bearings back from having been hogtied on the floor, I asked Sir if I could get into the hot tub. He gave me his permission, so I stripped my stockings and lingerie off and walked over to the tub. There were a bunch of people huddled in there, but they made some room and I slipped in.

My head still felt kind of fuzzy from all the endorphins and the subspace, and so I wound up sitting there and not really talking. I curled up, pulling my knees into my chest, but I couldn’t really get comfortable. I felt small and I just wanted to be held, but I was having a lot of trouble articulating it.

Besides a guy saying he was impressed with me for being a newbie to this stuff, I couldn’t really make myself interact with anyone. I was just a little overwhelmed and I think I might have been starting to sub drop. 

So, I got out of the hot tub and a guy gave me a towel. I dried off and went to find Sir, feeling tired and a little low. Sir gave me a kiss and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs because he “wanted to do something for me.”

Naturally, I found the energy to get back up the stairs for that offer.