Oh hey.
I’ll actually be able to reach stuff tomorrow.
Because somebody’s coming!!!
cute
I’m over the whole concept of the infallible dom. The whole strong man stereotype who is always right and never messes up and is suave every moment of every day. Men who demand that sort of esteem are a little absurd, and a culture that perpetuates that role is harmful to both these people and the people that love them.
Bottom line: I love that he trips. I love that she smirks. And I love that he is sometimes that domineering presence and sometimes, yeah, he’s a guy who hasn’t quite gotten the hang of a punching bag just yet.
In a perfect world, I’d just run around the house in stuff like this all the time.
Sweetheart got brave and invited a little friend over for some fun,
but the second the door swung open, she got a little bashful.
But look how eager he is.
Oh my gosh I want one or I just wanna work with one on a little subby team.
I’m a big girl, Sweetheart thinks to herself, as she tries on the unfamiliar lingerie and makeup. I’m gonna work in a big girl club. I’m gonna take extra shifts and earn lotsa money and make Daddy proud and and…
“Sweetheart,” his voice interrupted. “How many times do I have to tell you not to go through your big sis’ drawers?”
Some pictures tell such a lovely story. Me and Zara, years ago, playing until we fell asleep as the sun came up.
Um. Can I have a slumber party like this sometime with somebody?
Squirmies are always relevant to this blog.