Sometimes I think of this… Just sometimes
Hi, my name is Ivy and I think about this all the time.
fantasy
Being a kept woman isn’t just about dolling up in pretty lingerie and getting used when he likes. It also means not being able to leave.
Us, basically.
Reason number whatever that I need some little friends.
She might always get so blushy for her inspection times, but she’s far too little to be left in charge of such an important part of her anatomy.
Career ambitions aside, I’d probably make a great kept girl.
“This is a bad neighborhood, little girl.” starring pretty-little-exhibitionist
expect a lot of fun, fucked up things this week.
Buttons = pushed.
Potential graduation presents/motivation to get this degree done.
Because somebody’s got an affinity for kept girls.
Pining for this kind of road trip.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you taste my cum in her mouth.”
New milestone: My phone has ceased autocorrecting “fucking” to “ducking” and now instead elects to write “cucking.”