It’s really so easy to confuse indignation for repentance in a brat.
Such a surly expression. Maybe I should leave you blindfolded, gagged, and on the hardwood floor next time.
heels
Once upon a time there was a pretty girl who used to send me to work and drive me wild.
I hope you’re well, lovely.
(And check your email already, busy bee!)
Tumblr going on queue for the next few days.
Stay warm, followers.
And stay naughty.
Ana Beatriz Barros by Ellen von Unwerth
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.“ – Roberto Bolaño.
It happens when I’m in a store and I see a certain kind of dress or a pair of socks with bows on it. It’s this pause, this momentary catch in my throat.
Tonight’s one of those nights when I cannot believe a year has past.
It’s the Winter Formal.
In case you forgot, here’s last year’s craziness.
I’m heading out with Craftsmate tonight as a break from grad school applications/finals/insanity. Excuse my general inactivity around here lately, but I promise I’ll be back to my usual standard soon.
<3, Ivy
She never, ever gives you that look when she actually wants to win.
I made him worship my feet.
I hadn’t had a lot of experience with it besides a little bit of blushy messing around with Switch, but something just sort of persuaded me to do it and so I went on a hunch and did.
There was something really, really appealing about the look on Penthouse’s face while he did it. There was this sincere desire to please that literally got me soaked.
Too bad my feet are far too ticklish.
But, looking at a picture like this makes me want to imagine a guy kneeling below those shoes. So, I’ve been corrupted.
My toppy side came out and paid a visit while I was staying with Penthouse.
He had expressed an interest in trying it out and it was interesting to explore that sort of dynamic again.
I’d have to say my favorite part was when I was reading a certain something while straddling him and essentially ignoring him while he begged.
I’m not sure how I got quite so mean, but I’m pretty pleased with that fact.
I’m busy trying to collect all my thoughts from my experiences with Switch. This photo is triggering for that. You’ll find out sometime soon.
Odds are, it’ll be organized in a bunch of little snapshots and a few longer pieces. I promise, I promise, I’ll get on with it. I just like building suspense.