It’s the gentleness of it that really gets me.
gag
I’m still attached to how simple and cute a tape gag can be, even if it’s extremely ineffective.
“Just put her down there for now. We’ll put her away later.”
“This centerpiece kind of overwhelms the table, honestly. Let’s try another.”
What is it they say about snakes in the grass?
Um. Can we go back to Home Depot soon?
I’ve got a little idea for a project.
The tender little thumb stroke on the cheek is everything to me.
I need this whole outfit.
Gag included.
I think my next silly purchase when I have some extra money will be an armbinder. Because, come on. The possibilities are endless.
I haven’t been totally, genuinely scared in quite a while. When it comes to play, I’m really into fear. I’m into that rush of emotion, that checking of trust, the way the elevated heart rate and squirminess of panic feels a whole lot like arousal. It’s why I love knives. It’s why I love the deep and casual invasiveness of medical play. I just really, really like the space of being terrified.