Hi can I just dress like this every second of every day?
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At one point, while we were in his car, he was on top of me and teasing his cock over my slit. I really wanted him and my resolve on being a good accountable partner was threatening to wane if we kept at it.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, “but we can’t.”
“I know. I didn’t ask if I could. I asked if you wanted me to.” He leaned down and kissed my neck.
I nodded, resting my hands up on his shoulders. “Yeah, I really want you to fuck me.”
“I want you to touch yourself later and think about this. I want you to think about me fucking you and I want you to tell me that you did,” he said. “I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I fuck that little pussy of yours.”
So, um, I might have texted him last night about carrying that out. Maybe.
For some reason, Sir and I had the best sex we’ve had in a while this afternoon. I don’t know, just all the chemistry and the butterflies and the sunlight and everything was all perfect.
Oh, and Happy Memorial Day.
So, I went out on another date with this gent.
Once again, it went really, really well. To the point that he ended up giving me a spanking in his car and then held me afterwards.
So, yeah, tumblr. I don’t know. Maybe this is the start of something interesting.
Uh, Sir? You been making porn without me?
I’ve got a date on Tuesday with a guy who was able to engage me in a long, intelligent text conversation about books. Good books. Actual books. Books written for freaking adults. And Golden Girls. And working out without sounding like a meathead. And he sweetly asked before sending me a picture of his abs because he didn’t want to impose.
Is it Tuesday yet?
(So happy I saved this gif in my drafts. Clearly wishful thinking pays off.)
Lana is what Sweetheart wants to be when she’s a big girl.
Um. I am a big girl. Sheesh.
I know I am behind on posting about just about everything but here’s a gif that reminds me of the person I’m seeing tomorrow and I am so excited to see him that it’s literally making it impossible to sleep.
One of the first gifts Sir bought me was a pair of footie pajamas.
Sometimes, I joke about “slipping into something more comfortable” and put them on. And he’s all, “pshhhhh, come on, you can’t fuck somebody in footie pajamas.”
WELL LOOKIE HERE.
MYTH DEBUNKED.