Blush on the cheeks.
Nose in the corner,
finger in the bum.
Yaffa Levan
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This is literally what we talk about.
ChatCraftsmate: Your little asshole is SO CUTE.
Craftsmate: I wanna show you in a mirror or something.
Craftsmate: Because you never get that perspective.
Craftsmate: It’s this cute little pink-tan puckered little thing with the little pink wrinkles all shiny and soft looking.
Me: I KNOW WHAT MY BUTTHOLE LOOKS LIKE.
Me: SHEESH.
“Hush, baby, I know you love the attention.”
So, I got a little brave and sent this picture from the other day to a pretty girl.
And I’m coping with my exhibitionist rush by posting it here too before I come down from it and blush and hide for days.
So, due to some unforeseen circumstances, Craftsmate and I will not be making it out to the woods this weekend (boo.)
However, he’s already come up with something blushy we can do for part of that day and put it on his tumblr.
And, no, of course I won’t like or reblog it. I’m a brat like that.
(But all of you that do are meanies!)
Practice.
“Good kitty, work that tongue” may just be one of the blushiest combination of tags I’ve seen in a while.
Dear Daddy,
Please please please pleeeeeeeease let me have a kitty?
I promise I’ll take good care of her, she’s going to be so far from home and she’ll need a gentle hand like mine to make her feel safe and loved. Her owner says she won’t be much trouble…
Licks and kisses,
(pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes)
-Heart <3
Blush.
Buttons needed her shots and a checkup
before I could take her home from the pound.
They assured me the fleas were gone and that
with regular baths the smell would go away…
Plug that before you spill it, whore. You’re mopping up any waste with your face.
Want.
Her Daddy didn’t let her wear panties for a week.
Her Sir didn’t let her wear pants.