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I’ll admit that a lot of my fantasies revolve around me receiving a lot of attention.

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Confession: I am totally the biggest pillow princess ever.

I’ve heard multiple definitions of this phrase, so I’ll clarify. My working definition here is someone who vehemently doesn’t like being on top in bed. (I enjoy reciprocating oral sex – and honestly give it (and prefer to give it) more than I get it – so we’re not operating under that other definition.)

But like my pillow princess-ness is not even just to the degree that I only want to be on the bottom. Whenever Pup tries to fuck me against a wall or bent over my kitchen counters or over my bathroom sink I pout and fuss and try to wriggle away until he finally moves us over to the bed. I’m really just the absolute brattiest about it.

I guess it’s just that I really like being cozy and there’s minimal risks when it comes to fucking in a bed. I messed around on a floor once and got a rug burn on my face. That kind of shit just doesn’t happen in a bed.

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Confession: Sometimes, I look at pretty latex clothes and catch myself thinking about how they might feel.

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Confession: Sometimes, I’m only wearing my sexy undergarments because I’m too lazy to do laundry and wash my everyday ones.

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Confession: Switch was the first person to ever full-on toss my salad.

I feel like I’m nine explaining it that way, but it still makes me blush. So bear with me here.

Before him, there was one other person who expressed a sincere interest in it and I was totally bashful about it. He basically would go everywhere around it and once he got too close I would urge him to come up for air. So, besides a few licks, there was really nothing too interesting going on down there.

I sort of had a feeling I’d like it because I like other kinds of anal play. But I was still sort of shy about having someone’s tongue down there and a face all up in my business. And so when he asked to do it, I got super bashful, but part of me wanted to be brave and actually give it a try. And so, almost through gritted teeth and eyes squeezed shut, saying it fast enough that I couldn’t take it back, I agreed.

Let’s just say I’m really, really glad that I agreed.

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Confession: Sometimes, when I misbehave the night before, I overcompensate the next day by dressing cute and sweet.

(Pardon the chickenscratch name scribble.)

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Confession: My nipples aren’t horribly sensitive to light touch, but when pressure comes into play it’s an entirely different story. I’m usually entirely too sensitive for most clamps/clothespins/etc. I have a pair that work the way the ones in this picture do, so they can be adjusted, but I’m still a huge wuss about the whole thing.

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Confession: I sent a certain tumblr girlfriend of mine a photograph of myself of a certain variety. And I’m still kind of giggly over it. This may be the start of some sort of exhibitionism kick. Maybe.

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Confession: After I get really comfortable with someone and we’ve gotten “sexual” a few times, I get a little too comfortable. I’ve been known to be a bit silly. 

darksideoffate:

blowing up a condom, haha. from here: http://fleshbot.com/#!5803642/stoya-would-like-a-word-with-you