“Don’t ask *who* she is, Daddy, that’s not the question. Just tell me if you want to fuck her.”
Well now, this caption.
“Don’t ask *who* she is, Daddy, that’s not the question. Just tell me if you want to fuck her.”
Well now, this caption.
Because this chicky kept showing up on my dash and I legitimately assumed she was in some really high-quality, well-filmed pornography, I discovered American Horror Story.
So now I’m hooked.
And while tracking her tag I found this, which means that clearly the best is yet to come.
Reblogged for the way her cute little head bobs up and down. I just can’t. It’s so precious.
My friends in college had a kitty they trained to go out on walks on a leash.
So clearly I can be trained, too.
I had some really cool plans set up for the beginning of October, but I recently decided to back out of them because of some of the demands of my schedule.
Which sucks, because I really wanted to spend time with a certain special person and I’ve got some severe fomo about the whole thing.
And while I know it’s probably a good decision in the long-run and (hopefully) a rain-check is possible, I hate when I’ve gotten all excited about something (I was counting down the days) only to have it not pan out.
Blah.
I’d like to look up and see something like this.
Very, very much.
And hopefully very, very soon.
Not all of getting ready is getting dolled up.
Reason #2 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
There’s some things that Big Sister Littles are the very best at teaching,
but you have to ask real nice.
Her boyfriend had told her it would be fun. A bit of kinky fun to spice up the bedroom, and she had, after a while, agreed. This picture was taken as she met her new, lesbian “friends". Never before having any inclination to experiment with women, she sobbed, her betrayal and fear getting the better of her. Little did she know at the time though how much she would end up loving it all.
It’s a well-known fact that brave kitties get all the best stuff.