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Some midnight kisses for you. <3

Femme deer centaurs basically encapsulates my entire aesthetic.

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D is for Deer illustrated by W.F. White

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Sir likes to say that my fantasies revolve a lot around being the ingénue. They involve innocence, reluctance, corruption. Within the context of a “scene” or “play,” I never initiate in my ideal scenario.

Call it a way of sublimating shame, maybe. Playing the reluctant victim implies I don’t actually have to own up to enjoying the disgusting things I like. Or it might just be that the idea of not being in control of my experience is kind of hot. But part of it, certainly, is the freedom to be unaccountable and immature.

Saltine showed up almost twenty minutes late for coffee. I considered it a power play until I saw the way they came in: sweatpants, glasses on, no makeup. Saltine’s the kind of person who can carry it off, which is a quality I’ve always envied in that type of person. If I do that, I just look like I’m sick.

But I realized what was really happening here. They ordered hot chocolate while I sat there with black coffee. They spun out on tangents about other people they’d dated, about foolish choices they’d made prior with people whose age and experience they equated with credibility and safety. And I understood why Saltine had annoyed me so much: they were the ingénue.

What’s more, from the things they told me, they were me. Not me at this point. But Saltine was nineteen years old now, just the way I was right around the time I started this blog, when I was at a point where I wanted to take control of myself and my sexuality, when in the past I had kind of been just stumbling around with it, throwing myself into things.

The conversation went well. They understood that I had different standards about boundaries and said they would respect them. And though I acknowledged it was unhealthy to project it on Saltine and I shouldn’t try to protect them, I told Pup that he and Saltine could sleep at my place after the play party.

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I got an earlyish night last night because I came home from being out with some people in my program and the whole thing exhausted me. Like, I am getting kind of tired of some of these people and I’m finding more and more that a lot of them aren’t particularly genuine.

Not to sound like a reality tv character, but I’m very tired of fake people. I’m going to make an effort to surround myself only with the people that I feel aren’t quite so ridiculous. While this makes me desperately miss my friends, I know there are definitely people like that out here and I also know who those people are. But I’m really over some of the bullshit.

This has been a post.

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I am trying very hard to trust. Not just in terms of the D/s stuff, but in terms of the nonmonogamy stuff, too.

And you know what?

Sometimes it’s really hard. But I’m trying. And I’m proud of myself for that.

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When Sir arrived on Saturday, I picked him up and gave him a little time to shower off, have some lunch and get his bearings. Then, I told him I had a surprise and took him on a hike with me. It was a pretty afternoon, so I figured we should take advantage of the weather.

There were some people on the trails, but when I had gotten him somewhat alone, I showed him that I had a little bit of rope and some condoms in my bag.

“Brave girl,” he teased and we went a bit deeper, trying to find somewhere that would be a little less easy to get caught in. Apparently, a lot of people had the same idea to enjoy the nice weather.

While we were looking, we heard a rustle in the brush. Sir took hold of my shoulder and pointed to a deer a few yards ahead of us. We made eye-contact with the buck for a while before he continued along, as did we.

A few minutes later, we encountered this really graceful doe, followed by a little fawn who wasn’t quite used to its legs yet. I got all excited and we stopped and watched them for a while. It was the absolute best.

We couldn’t find total privacy and I was too nervous to do much, but I did give him a blowjob out there. I liked how he called me a dirty girl for sucking his cock in public, but I have to admit my favorite part was the deer.

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Literally anytime I scroll past this in my drafts I have to come up with reasons why I can’t just get a deer tattooed onto my mons.

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Image submitted by herdirtylittleheart.

Craftsmate just saw this picture and asked if I wanted a little deer friend.

Squealing.