Morning bed hair.
hair
Wet hair.
My favorite thing ever is when he brushes my hair after spanking me or fucking me. It’s this special little quiet time we have together, where we can just be tender and intimate.
I’m kind of obsessed with bondage that involves hair right now.
Can I just get to a stage in my life where I have excuses to just wear something like this under a coat and go to a certain type of party every weekend?
“It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.” ― P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves in the Morning.
To tide me over until I can get out to Sir’s at the end of the month and we can watch the premiere of Game of Thrones together.
I’m a kitty that sheds.
StandardSir: So I found blonde hair stuck in one of my jeans zippers.
Me: Winning.
“Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Oh let me sail away
Hey Blue, here is a song for you…”-Joni Mitchell
Holy lighting, Batman.
This is an outtake from some of the photos I took in Sir’s boxers and coat.
But I like how my hair looks, even if my boobs look a bit lopsided.
And I absolutely love how the slit in the boxers kind of popped open.
Y’know, for my junk.