I don’t own any goofy Christmas lingerie.
Maybe I should remedy that.
gloves
“I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands.” – Louisa May Alcott, Little Women.
dangerous games ( collaboration with milk-sockets )
Some things:
- So, I got told by an anonymous asker that I was a “lying cunt spewing bullshit” in reference to my opinion of the verdict last night. I will not share the ask, I’m doing too much to dignify it already by acknowledging it, but it’s full of self-assuring paranoid descriptions of basically why no young black man should be trusted and (as you can see) a completely unoriginal way to discredit me: essentially calling me a dishonest vagina. So let’s establish this now: If you have a problem with my politics, unfollow me. No one is forcing you to read this blog.
- I also woke up to find a lot of cute, nice things in my inbox that completely outnumbered the ridiculous message so hurray.
- I’m seeing Craftsmate today and even though we probably won’t be able to get enough privacy to have some sexy times, we have a fun day planned.
- This made me laugh.
- I have been squirming and fantasizing about this since I saw it. So consider that a strong hint to whoever wants to take it.
Wanderer by Audrey Kawasaki
Don’t let them tease you Ivy, I hear your housebreaking is going very well. <3
Standard
Sorry, folks, this week was kind of hectic.
But, I promise, updates coming soon.
In the meantime, here’s a girl I’d like to go for a walk in the woods with.
Rigel.
To write about the inspection Penthouse performed on me the morning before I left is entirely too blushy. I’ve tried. I can’t.
But the blushiest part was probably when he was about to put his finger in my asshole and went to put a rubber glove on.
“Daddy?” I asked, “what’s the glove for?”
He let some lube coolly drip over my ass. “The other boys don’t use it when they play with your little asshole?” I shook my head no and he chuckled. “Well, that’s just silly, sweetheart.”
Holy condescension, Batman.
Perfect commentary, absolutely true.
I’m strong. I will put up a fight, but not to be a brat, or to manipulate. It’s not because I’m not a ‘true’ submissive. I fight because I need to know you’re stronger than me.
Tumblr threatens to wring my wallet dry sometimes, especially when it shows me corsets this pretty.
Whether this corset will hold up under tension remains to be seen.
Poor baby. It must be so hard to pretend you’re not liking every second of it.
He’s not going to even think about her until after he’s had his second cup, at the very least.