Hey, you.
Yeah, you.
You should wear those pigtails when you play with me.
Because they’re cute on you.
black and white
I want the kind of life where I can just run around in pretty things like this all day.
Sir just used the phrase “bedtime, young lady.”
Pinch me, I’m dreaming.
“Trans-Europ-Express” (1967) – Alain Robbe-Grillet
I don’t trust that easily.
But I’m getting better.
I’m pretty up front with most of my fantasies on here,
but there are a few [slightly problematic] ones I’ve just gotta keep to myself.
I want to be a pouty suspended girl
but I’m way too much of a control freak for suspension
so I’ll settle for being a pouty girl for now.
The fact that Sir and I have both met this particular gentleman on separate occasions and were both totally charmed by him,
coupled by the fact that the two of them hit it off instantly,
taking into account that we’ll all be in the same city for the holidays,
acknowledging that Sir is heteroflexible and typically the men he thinks are cute are not really up my alley,
confirming that this one is in fact totally up my alley,
remembering that I have been wanting this forever,
and considering that he and his girlfriend are poly,
well, shit, put it all together and what do you get?
I was talking dirty on the phone with Sir this afternoon and I couldn’t find my vibrator. He thought it was hilarious that I weighed the possibility that he had taken it with him or hidden it. You know, to curb certain behaviors.
(He hadn’t. Yet.)
“Don’t ask *who* she is, Daddy, that’s not the question. Just tell me if you want to fuck her.”
Well now, this caption.