When you wake up and just like have really good sex. That’s definitely a thing.
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Total Princess Moves:
- Sir brought me to a munch last night and I legit ended up taking a nap on him while he was having a conversation with someone that I guess I was bored by or whatever.
- I made him tell me what I was doing for the demo bottom thing because I was impatient and oh my gosh guys it’s gonna be nuts. Also, it was probably going to get accidentally mentioned to me at the munch anyway. (True facts: Being clothed and hanging out with people who will eventually see you super naked still makes you feel naked.)
- I spent this morning doing work and lounging around in my pajamas.
He used this, his hands and a cane.
When it came to the cane, he sat up at the head of the bed, placing the thumb of his free hand in my mouth to let me suck it while he caned me. I got into a certain kind of headspace pretty quickly from that.
Convenient Girl
ChatSir: You’re just a little easy. That’s all, sweetheart.
Me: I’m not easy! I’m a convenient girl.
Sir and I just watched that episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race with Ariana Grande together, and then right after he beat me and fucked me.
In other news, I guess the daily photo is back? I’ll work on making up for the ones I missed, I promise.
Current status.
Gearing up for the last, longest leg of my trip to see Sir.
This has always been one of my poly feelings songs – “How do I know I can come and give to you/love with no warning and find you alone?” – and it feels all the more appropriate and applicable for what’s ahead of me.
Facts are that I haven’t seen Sir in four months now. We’ve been contending with time zones, with both being extremely busy, with other relationships and obligations. And for as sure as I am that this is just the anxiety that comes with hopping on a plane to fly around the world and see someone, with all the expectation and stakes involved, it’s hard not to worry of all that could go wrong.
That lyric’s always stuck with me because it’s impossible: there’s absolutely no way to know. There’s absolutely no guarantee, and it’s as unreasonable as most of the great love proclamations people say so readily they’ve lost their absurdity under idiom – never let me go, don’t ever leave my side, etc. And so I know arriving will probably be a little awkward, things may not go as seamlessly at first as you want to expect.
But I know I love the crap out of this person. Despite being exhausted and having a massive flight still ahead of me, I’m excited to see him.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
I’ve got a very long trip ahead of me, but I get to see Sir at the end of it. Wish me luck, tumblr.
Sir’s having me demo bottom for a workshop he’s doing in a month, but he won’t tell me what the class is on or what I’ll be doing. The anticipation is killing me, and it’s still a month away.
Daddy is going to sleep with a hard cock, thinking of you.
Stuff Sir texts me that makes me blush forever.