It’s always a little sad when I realize the sundresses won’t be coming back out again for a while.
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I haven’t had any knife-related fun in quite a while now. This is actually kind of tragic. So, now I just get cravings. I get eager just thinking about it. My toes curl. My nerves feel rubbed raw. I’m fairly sure this is symptomatic of addiction.
I got spanked last night.
And it was awwwwesomeee.
No matter how demure her tries to make her, she just can’t help but fall back on her old habits. And he can’t help but find it a little charming.
Annie Clark has the most magnificent and unusual sex appeal. She’s a little strange, a little sweet, even a little child-like. Her voice is hauntingly gorgeous.
Not to mention she’s crazy talented.
St. Vincent at the Met, photo Ryan Muir
So, um, I kind of want this dress.
I’m just never happy. I spent all this time wishing for the rain again, but now I just want it to be sunny.
In my defense, Irene was a bit of an overkill answer to my prayers. Be careful what you wish for.
While it’s the only thing going to be sliced away and pulled apart this evening on a physical level, that dress is not the layer being stripped away tonight.
The Southern Gentleman insists that I look like her when I wear dark clothing. I don’t see it.
Oh my stars, she’s stunning.