Pup and I do this thing where we have bath conferences, wherein we reserve important conversations for when we have time to take a bath together and talk them out there. It’s kind of key.
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You’re my ~ Beautiful Bookworm ~
A sweet/scary thing is that Pup and I have been talking about moving in together.
We realized in the time we’ve been dating, we’ve only taken showers together. And so one of those silly little things we’ve got in the back of our heads when we get around to looking for a place is that a tub would be really, really nice.
My flight home to see Sir during the Thanksgiving holiday ended up delayed by a snowstorm. I wound up arriving at his place several hours late, hungry and exhausted. He had dinner ready, and afterwards we took a bath together.
I’ve talked about the fact that I’ve never taken a bath with a partner on this blog a couple of times. It’s something I’ve always intended on doing, but between dorm showers and my own apartment only having a small standing shower, it never happened.
I was kind of looking forward to coming back and jumping his bones, but I enjoyed the fact that we were able to have a little bit of sweet d/s instead. I washed him, and then he washed me. I cannot begin to describe the thrill of having his hands on me again, of sleeping beside him that night.
“It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.” ― P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves in the Morning.
I told him I was a mermaid. He just never believed me.
Screw ‘em if nobody else believes. If you’re a mermaid, you’re a damn mermaid.
“Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Oh let me sail away
Hey Blue, here is a song for you…”-Joni Mitchell
Holy lighting, Batman.
I know Ms. Ellie/belliehops isn’t always too enthused when the porn/sex blogs of tumblr reblog her but I hope she’ll forgive me because oh my gracious.
Gasp – Ellie
shot by Allan Fredrick
Guys, no, seriously. Look at this.
He’s wearing sunglasses in the bathtub.
Fuck him and everything he stands for.
I think I’d like to take a bath in front of someone one day. I’ve taken showers with people before, but never baths.
But the thing is here that I don’t want to take it so much with you as I do in front of you. I want to be watched, scrutinized. I don’t want to be helped, just sort of monitored.
It’s a barely sexual thing, really. If you touch yourself or shove your cock down my throat, you’ll honestly ruin it. Same with grabbing my hair and riding my face, if you’re of that gender. It’s an appeal to the vague little girly leanings I have sometimes. Maybe.
But I just want you to watch and exercise some restraint. I just want to feel like I’m under glass sometimes. And there’s always time for that other stuff later.