Don’t you hate catching your pets drinking from the faucet? 😉
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For a certain bunny I know who reassures me that people are dumb and we’re awesome.
Image submitted by herdirtylittleheart.
Craftsmate just saw this picture and asked if I wanted a little deer friend.
Squealing.
So, yeah, the beat’s really hot and so are Heart’s words.
And I’m really excited that Destiny’s Child is going to be a thing again, even if it may be too good to be true.
This remix sounds like a sexy dirge.
Can you conjure, in your head, the way it sounds when your name escapes their lips? The particular inflection, the rise and fall of the syllables? The way it sounds when they’re laughing it, shouting it, exasperated and forcing it, sleepily dreaming it, or moaning it against your lips? What do they call you in those moments? How does it command your attention, ply your heart, pull you to them? Nobody else says it quite that way.
Say My Name – Cyril Hahn Remix
Fuck to this.
She always found inspections blushy. She hated being on all fours with the lights on and her bum in the air. The vulnerability, the lack of control, it made her squirm just to think about the way he used the word “present” (as in presentation). It made her want to hide. It wasn’t one of her favourite things, but it made him happy. It made him proud. And he rewarded her so sweetly.
But that would have been preferable, easy even, compared to the inspection he gave her last time. She sunk in her seat when he looked in her ears, and when he said “let me check your teeth” she felt cornered. She prayed for the chair to eat her alive, she wished she could disappear. She protested. He was firm. She scanned his face frantically, searching to assess her chances of changing his mind: Hopeless.
She considered it for one fast second, saying her safe-word. She never had before, but as she cowered under him she put the word on the tip of her tongue just to see how it felt.
“Stop being silly and open your mouth,” her fussing didn’t move his resolve.
She was angry. He knows how stubborn she is, how could this be the one thing she couldn’t bear to do for him? After the long and depraved list of occasions where she had exceeded his expectations, after the times she had shocked even herself, how could baring her teeth be the line she wouldn’t cross?
They teetered on the edge like that, a stand-off to the untrained eye. But they both knew what would happen next, the question was only how long it would take for her to concede.
“Good girl,” he took his fingers out of her mouth and cooed at her. “Was that so hard?”
Image: And Then by AomochiNAKAHARA Story by: Heart
I usually hate it when people on tumblr are like “oh my god such and such and I are the same person oh my god”. Because tumblr provides such a limited scope of who somebody is that the whole idea of taking a small fraction of somebody’s life and saying that you are therefore identical to somebody is really obnoxious to me.
But, this fraction overlaps right now in a very real way. I’ve been behind on writing about my experiences and mostly I’ve been too busy blushing over them.
So maybe I can just get away with reblogging this (oh, and this) and calling it a day without having to recount the not-so-sordid tales?
Heart says this shouts my name. I dig.
Especially since, funny enough, I’m in the middle of going through clothing and separating out what I’m keeping, what can be donated and what’s in the sort of state that I can throw it on to have a partner cut it off me.
You’re clearly on my wavelength right now, Heart.
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Lori Adorable
Heart sent me an endorsement vis-a-vis a link from her tumblr.
Not to mention a nice reminder.
Nobody bring cameras to my birthday orgy. Which is so happening okay even though it isn’t.
“Hey! I said no fucking pictures.”
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Playdates at Heart’s are equal parts fun and scary.
But that’s what you get for putting off work to have a playdate.
It was brought to my attention that these panties, which I had previously declared impractical, are indeed practical for one thing.
It’s the little pink bow that I really like about these panties.
It just gets me.