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This reminds me of somebunny.

jordanbunniie:

My friends are hotter than yours. <3

Bunniie & brookeva

By Chris Fitzgerald

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I cannot bake in front of him because the domesticity just makes him horny and only half of the ingredients actually end up in the oven.

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perfectlyscrumptious:

ourspacebetween:

ifoundmytrueself:

sage-and-senseless:

I love when my husband is in the kitchen in an apron!!

It has been too long. Having the girls here is putting a serious damper on me being a nudist.

He can cook for me ANY time!

Shoulders, sass and ass!  Nice combo!

But, actually. When Sir cooks my clothes just kind of fall off.

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I miss seeing this in the morning.

The butt and the breakfast made for me.

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pretty-follies:

deenme:

Happy 4th from James Deen!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does posting this make me patriotic? 

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What do I have to do to wake up to this? Because she’s the smiliest and prettiest.

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Real things said to yours truly:

“I know you feel like a rapper right now, but they’re just cookies.”

The amount of pride I take in my baking abilities would make Betty Friedan cry.

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Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Three

While I was washing the dishes, Craftsmate came over and picked up a knife I had just cleaned. It was long, wide, fairly sharp looking. Without introduction, he reached up and started to tease it over my collarbone. 

“Did you use a knife like this the first time you tried knifeplay?” He asked, his voice almost teasing.

I nodded anxiously and set down the glass I was washing. My hands were trembling.

He raised the knife to my throat, “hey. Keep going.” I picked the glass up and started to wash it again as he continued to run the knife over my neck and chest. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “look at you. You’ve got goosebumps.”

I went to put the glass down to dry, but my hand shook and I broke it against the counter. Craftsmate set the knife down and I looked up at him nervously. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad,” he replied and started to sweep the glass into the garbage carefully with his hand. “But you’re getting punished for that later, kitty.”

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Don’t wish me happiness. I don’t expect to be happy all the time… It’s gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all.” – Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea.

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Since it’s my birthday and I get whatever I want because I’m the birthday bitch, I want this.

Kay?