I don’t think I tease Daddy quite as much as I should.
Maybe I should remedy that.
butt
I’ve got a thing for
people who know
how to channel
their aggression.
Sigh.
I haven’t kickboxed much since I moved.
I miss punching stuff.
I wish I had time to do every single thing I love to do all the time.
Copycatting my favorite bunny.
Sir said by this time next week, my nipples will be sore, my cunt will be sore, my asshole will be stretched and my ass will be marked.
I made him promise.
My Daddy tells the best, sweetest, blushiest bedtime stories.
You can’t really see it (sorry ‘bout it) but my legs are flailing.
I love how, despite the poor lighting and crappy webcam, you can still see how red he made my ass.
Craftsmate taught me how much better non-tumblr gifs are.
You know, through example.
Hehehe.
Reason #1 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
Because blame shared is blame halved.
Or blame completely deflected,
if I feel like getting her in trouble.
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
(Here we are meow, entertain us.)