Submitted by underneaththedesk.
Sir is absolutely objectively the better cook out of the two of us. Still, he likes to watch me in the kitchen and so he has me make our meals far more often. Which makes no sense at all and also makes perfect sense.
@the Kitchen
dafuq. where are these shredded asian men who love to bake?
Submitted by nankingdecade.
Sir and I have a running joke for whenever he gets sick about a little somebody named Nurse Kitty. She’s not very good at her job, but she’s got a knack for making people feel good.
Oh fucking hell.
Just wanna go back to doing this ASAP because oh man.
Sometimes, yeah. Not all of our kinks overlap, and some of his interests are a little harsher than mine (though, truth be told, I do enjoy a lot of the harsh stuff, I’m just too shy to post about it.) But, he finds guns sexy sometimes and I find guns triggering. So, he’ll let me know if he’s posted a photo with a gun in it ahead of time so I can avoid it/mentally prepare for seeing it on there.
He smiled, the kind of toothy smile that she had once found alluring, but now made her feel sick. He raised his hand to her face again and she flinched, but he simply stroked the stray hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“It makes me so hard when I see how bad you want to get away from me.” He whispered softly.
Filed under: problematic stuff that gets me really wet.
Books, boobs, brown lingerie, bee tattoos, brick walls.
I always have to get up on my tip-toes to kiss him. Usually, not hanging from the ceiling. But shit happens.
Demo bottoming was pretty intense and amazing, but what happened after was even more awesome. But more details on that to come.
In the meantime, enjoy some casual warehouse sideboob.
