I like the idea that he could finish up, zip up his pants, straighten out his suit and then just leave her there at the hotel, tied to the bed, while he heads back to work.
fantasy
I just want a man to appear out of nowhere and rub my feet.
My mother, after a couple of glasses of wine, explaining her greatest fantasy.
Soon. Promise?
So, due to some unforeseen circumstances, Craftsmate and I will not be making it out to the woods this weekend (boo.)
However, he’s already come up with something blushy we can do for part of that day and put it on his tumblr.
And, no, of course I won’t like or reblog it. I’m a brat like that.
(But all of you that do are meanies!)
How I wish we could pull this off.
So, Craftsmate and I celebrate six months next weekend.
And we’ve decided to go on a hike to fulfill a mutual fantasy.
I’m a very lucky girl.
The privilege of sleeping on a bed is expensive, pet. But you’re willing to pay, aren’t you?
There’s this sick, strange, scary little corner of my head where stuff like this lives.
“Are you a good girl for your Daddy when he fucks you?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, good. Because I don’t fuck bad girls.”
So, Craftsmate has kind of gotten me into taking on different roles in the bedroom, which is not something I’m too terribly experienced in. But, I’ve been mostly receptive and found that a lot of it has actually turned me on. Which is the preface you need for this conversation:
Me: Hey can we do a sexy bedroom roleplay where you’re [Professor I Have An Academic Crush On]?
Me: Please.
Me: It would mean a lot to me.
Craftsmate: …
Me: So my [Academic Crush] fantasy is that I like come to your office hours.
Craftsmate: …
Me: And you’re like oh I think I need a research assistant to like read books or whatever.
Me: And I’m like oh I can read books.
Me: And you’re like great wonderful but then I like totally fuck up reading books somehow.
Me: And you’re like come here and let me spank you I am [Academic Crush].
Me: And I’m just like oh god okay, [Academic Crush].
Craftsmate: …
In other news, I have the lamest sexual fantasies ever.
Jan4†h♥feels/like…now(Burcum Baygut)★
Mrs. Hedera was not informed that her husband had listed her as collateral to the loansharks.
So, a certain somebody in my life made a tumblr recently and decided to get a little bit clever.
I’m not saying who, but I’m sure you can figure it out.
And, no, my last name isn’t Hedera.