There’s absolutely a discrepancy between why I tell people i do yoga and why I actually do yoga.
bondage
But actually.
Thanksgiving with Sir.
Now, please.
Can it be Thanksgiving already?
He used to tie me up like this and make me go to bed.
Inevitably, I’d wake up humping the crotch rope.
Somebody’s bought some new toys recently,
and he says they’re just perfect for playing doctor.
Um.
Woah.
Sir has one of those jobs where he isn’t allowed to talk about the specific stuff he does, even with me. Which, you know, might be the sexiest thing ever.
I have an appointment with the gynecologist today.
I’m not saying this is how I’d want it to go.
But I certainly wouldn’t complain.
I’m heading to bed with a serious case of porno brain.
And a desire to have all sorts of horrible things happen to me.
I’m hanging out with the lovely worthlessrapemeat tonight and getting dinner at a place we both love.
She kind of looks like the pretty meanie in this gif.
Except she’s prettier.
And meaner.