Once my nipples are healed, can I please spend every day happy and hogtied?
Month: January 2015
It’s only going through these photos that I notice the degree of attention Sir pays to certain parts of me. And it’s beautiful and strange to kind of see myself the way he sees me.
I’m always drawn to the feet in Ivy’s recent daily photos. Craftsmate certainly has an eye for composition.
Hehe yeah that was 80% of what I was implying. My man loves him some feet.
Me, dealing with society.
It’s only going through these photos that I notice the degree of attention Sir pays to certain parts of me. And it’s beautiful and strange to kind of see myself the way he sees me.
I think I need a day where I’m just chained to somebody’s bed like this. I don’t need all that much attention, just to be used and feel useful every so often.
“He’s so damned nice and he’s so awful. He’s my sort of thing.” – Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises.
Bound Forest Nymph
…yes.
Someone do this to me.
Pretty please?
I’ll wear pretty nymph clothes for you.
Seconding all the sentiments above.
Also, here the photo credit for this gorgeous image:
“BAD ROMANCE”
Rope work & picture: Fred Barbee
Model: Gorgone
Ropes by De Giotto
(Florida, Fall 2014)
Can we discuss that I haven’t felt the genuine feeling of peril in quite a while?
Let’s change that.
“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.” – Frank O’Hara, Meditations in an Emergency.