Whatever do you mean?
This has brat written all over it.
La Niña Santa by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello
bow
“I thought you said you were feeling brazen, Sweetheart. Maybe you just flew a little too close to the sun.”
The only spirit he saw in her gift was the one he sought to break.
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Two
When I got into Craftsmate’s room, I set my clothes down on the floor down by the door and he approached me, giving me a hug and smoothing my hair back. I was nervous, but I showed him the plug in my ass, pushing my panties aside so he could see the handle.
From his box of random crafts supplies, he pulled out a piece of leather and tied it to the end of my plug. He had been hinting a bit at the notion of having me be a pet and I had expressed interest. “There you go, kitty, you’ve got a tail,” he said and patted my ass. “Now, I’m going to make dinner and you can clean what I’ve left in the sink.”
I huffed. “But cats don’t do the dishes. You’re conflating fantasies.” Nonetheless, he made me put an apron over my basically naked body and leashed me to the sink.
At one point, there was a knock on the door and I managed to work the leash off and run into his bedroom. It was, of all people, his neighbor The Prodigy looking to borrow some nutmeg. Once she had left, he went into the bedroom, brought me back out into the kitchen, and tied the leash back onto the sink.
It was brought to my attention that these panties, which I had previously declared impractical, are indeed practical for one thing.
It’s the little pink bow that I really like about these panties.
It just gets me.
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I send Ms. Lair a picture of a penis with a bow on it and I wind up co-owner of an Emporium.
Go figure.
Tying red ribbons on penises is might be the best part-time job ever until Black Friday rolls around and then it’s just like I cannot keep up right now are you honestly going to wear that bow on your dick for a month what.
Happy Birthday to my first and probably favorite follower, the stunning, awesome, practically magnetic Heart.
Party on, lovely lady.
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
My name is boobs.
B-double o-b’s.
I used to move snowflakes by the o-z.