An interesting feature of the new nomenclature:
I know shit’s gotten serious
when he stops calling me “kitten”
and starts calling me “fuckdoll.”
kitten
Kitty thought she was doing so well.
But she’d completely forgotten
No pets on the furniture.
So, I saw a video on my dashboard. It was only thirty seconds long, but it kind of gave me chills.
There was this absolutely gorgeous man tied down with red rope, essentially being edged. At least, that’s what I gathered. Because I watched it with the volume off because I didn’t even think I could handle it with sound. I was blushing like crazy already with it mute.
At one point, the person edging him shoved his fingers in his mouth and I literally almost gasped. The expression on his face, the way his body twisted. I don’t know.
I’ve started to explore my dominant side a little, but I’m still consistently shocked when things actually really get to me. Usually, I figure that it’s hot for me because the act is pleasing to whoever the partner is in the situation or I imagine eventually I’ll be overtaken in a power struggle sort of arrangement. But, I was genuinely enjoying this little 30 second clip of this beautiful man suffering.
So, I may have underestimated Pretty a little bit. Just a little.
Good news: All of the kittens found loving homes.
Bad news: My place with Roommate was not one of those homes.
You see, our building doesn’t allow animals, so we would have to be pretty on top of hiding the cat. So, all right, maybe this is a blessing in disguise. But, it has ignited within me such a desire to have a cat. For now, this will exist solely as catenvy, but maybe one day…