Craftsmate and I had a quickie today after class.
He came all over my back, kissed me goodbye and went to play squash.
Blushing forever.
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A bad case of the squirmies.
A kitty, you say?
StandardAs in a genuine, lives in boxes,
spends all day grooming,
eats only the fanciest feasts,
and manages to find herself in the most curious of places, kitty?
(Above submitted by whyexactly.)
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I can neither confirm nor deny this. But there is some strong evidence.
Recently, Craftsmate took some super up-close pictures of my pussy after he had shaven it.
I don’t usually go looking down there. So, when he had me look at the pictures, I was confessedly almost surprised. I didn’t realize I looked quite like that.
I’ve mentioned on here that my labia minora are uneven and my adolescent self freaked out over this fact to such a degree that I was already considering labiaplasty in high school. Which I now realize is absurd. I also apologized for said labia the first time a guy got acquainted with my vagina. Which I now realize is also absurd.
But looking at it in his pictures, I couldn’t help but find the unevenness adorable. It kind of seemed like my vagina was sticking out its (her?) tongue.
And so I think, from now on, I’m just going to think of it that way.
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Image submitted by montecervesa.
Sweetheart learns that specificity is key when asking to be allowed to dress up “like a big girl” for the dinner.
She only hopes now that her coworkers will not be offended.
And that someone will be kind enough to hold her fork and glass.
A clever way to combine the imperative of ease of inspection with the little bratâs desire for pretty pink panties.
All we need now is a built-in moisture sensor over the cunt and a remote-controlled e-stim device for punishment over the clit and she could almost be permitted out in public.
Hiding forever.
Sure, she’s coy now.
Yes, it’s past my bedtime.
Yes, I’d probably blush and cry if this happened.
And, yeah, I sort of kind of want it.
Imagine finding this, quite by surprise, midday
after a night capped by one too many
glasses of wineâŚ
I want a butterfly butt!Â
So, Craftsmate, that guy from my frat and I decided to spend yesterday afternoon doing arts and crafts.
Except, it was the sort of arts and crafts that Craftsmate earned his nickname for in the first place.
Essentially, that guy from my frat has been asking him to teach him how to make a flogger. And, with the snow, we figured it would be a fun thing to do inside after what I still consider to be a pretty unfair snowball fight.
While they worked on floggers, I set to finishing a blindfold Craftsmate had started on but had not gotten around to finishing. It looked like the one pictured, with individual padded circles and a strap running through them and around the wearerâs head.
After we had finished, that guy from my frat went to return his floggers to his dorm and said he would text us in an hour about potentially grabbing some dinner.
One he had left, I held the blindfold out to Craftsmate and told him that I wanted to try it on. With it buckled to the tightest rung, I couldnât see a thing. Most blindfolds allowed some trickle of light to come in by the nose, but this one literally left me in darkness by virtue of its design.
Rendered blind, I suddenly felt indescribably helpless as Craftsmate reached out to stroke my cheek and push me down onto my knees in front of him.
âDo you like it?â He asked.
I nodded, âyeah. I feel kind of helpless.â
âYou do?â I could hear the smirk in his voice.
âYeah, well, I canât see a thing,â I answered before gingerly adding, âwould you cuff my hands? Just for a minute?â
The cuffs went on fairly quickly and he looped his finger into the chain, jerking me forward and launching into an inspection right there. I nearly died when he pried my mouth open and started checking my teeth, moving his thumbs over my molars methodically.
He stopped when he heard my phone buzz. âYou should text [that guy from my frat] back.â
What had felt like two minutes under the blindfold had somehow been an hour. I guess time moves a little differently in complete darkness. Go figure.