It’s going to take a lot more to get me to hold still for much longer, Daddy.
dress
She never, ever gives you that look when she actually wants to win.
I’m not sure how I would handle being made to go to a party, looking totally normal, save for the bare feet and the cuffs on my ankles. I’m not entirely certain that I would be capable of maintaining eye contact or coherent speech.
The spotlight just makes it all the more blushy.
“Find that earring yet, princess?”
“No, Daddy. I just can’t find it anywhere.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll turn up soon. Maybe just bend a little deeper and get a closer look?”
“Daddy, I think you’re lying. I don’t see your friend’s earring anywhere.”
“Keep looking, sweetheart. We’ll just be waiting right over here.”
So, I got flogged for the first time yesterday.
Right on my thighs.
Here’s a fuzzy webcam pic as evidence.
(Mind the photoshopping in the bottom left corner. Can’t have all of you seeing my bedroom furniture.)
Last night was so wonderful and such a nice way to relax before finals. We drank, we laughed, we had a ball. I do not yet have the chutzpah to post a picture of myself in my dress to my sex blog so I can possibly be identified, but I was told I looked lovely.
Especially by this friend of mine. The one who wants to paint me. In an encounter that could’ve turned into something naughty had her date not walked in. (Pshhh boys stink).
There’s another event tonight. That guy from my frat will probably be going and despite the fact that a friend said the real reason he dipped out was finances, I loudly and drunkenly announced at the table that I wouldn’t touch him unless he promised me three hours of cunnilingus. So I guess I have to make good on that now…whoops.
Dear Ms. Lemon,
Getting your email this morning was super sad. And then seeing everyone discuss how much they missed you already on my dash was even sadder. But, sort of happy, I suppose, in the sense that you made so many people smile.
Wow this just started sounding like a eulogy.
You’ll be missed on here, lovely lady.
Ivy
So, I bought the dress that Sasha’s wearing from modcloth at the end of last year, not knowing this picture existed. I’m saving it for a special occasion, but oh my gosh. Sasha Grey and I have the same taste in dresses. I’ve got to do this biddy justice when I wear it.