Me, dealing with the patriarchy.
Is it summer yet?
You anons are just a buncha teases.
When I got to Sir’s stomping ground, we had to take a bus to his place.
On the bus, I was facing him and away from the driver and the other passengers. We were close to the back. Feeling a little brave and a little needy, I spread my legs and let my dress slip up.
Sir smirked and reached out to rub my knee. I sat back and kept flashing him the whole ride.
Petitioning that this be the official uniform of little sweethearts everywhere.
Victoria’s Secret 2013
DO NOT SCROLL PASS. THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER, YOUR SISTER, YOUR FRIEND. PLEASE HELP TO BRING #relisha #rudd BACK HOME SAFE AND SOUND.
This isn’t a scam, or an abuser trying to find someone hiding from them.
I live in the area, and it’s all over the news. This child is REALLY missing.
THIS IS IN DC COME ON YALL
And THIS is the sick fuck who the authorities are looking for…
I’ve never been sold on clothespins, but Sir used them a lot during this past visit and they’re strangely growing on me. I like how focused the pain is, how it’s consistent and how you have to breathe through it. I like how it’s a little bit of a challenge and a test of endurance.
Gagged kisses are kind of the cutest.
I need a little friend to exchange them with.
Happy New Year Kisses from Missy Lipstixxx xoxoxoxo
I love when he takes me by surprise and calls me “little one.”