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In other news, I need this.

porn—or—art:

#FlowersAndFlorals

I love the little flash of green ribbon at the base of her garters.

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decadentandwilde:

Sequin ‘Dusk’ Plum Set – Ohhh Lulu

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Need need need.

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Sir’s got a big job interview thing tomorrow. So, naturally, I called him up and made sure he was going to bed. And bright and early tomorrow, I’m making him call me to confirm that he’s up and ready and alert. Because part of serving him isn’t just all the sexy stuff, and I’m very glad to do it. 

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I may have mentioned on here that Sir and I like to do this thing most nights lately when we are together where he tucks me in. I’ll get into bed and he’ll pull the covers up to my chin. Then, I’ll usually demand a story but he’ll insist he doesn’t know any and he’ll kiss me on the forehead and go back into the other room. By the time he comes back to bed, I’m usually asleep. We both like that. It makes me feel safe, as silly as that may sound.

But when I see him in a few weeks, I think I might just be far too giddy to fall asleep the first time he tucks me in again.

stockingssexy:

Photo by: Adam Williamson
Model: Stephanie AIpperspach

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Sir says I’m not allowed to have any secrets,

and not like I’d have anywhere to hide them.

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dirtyberd:

I really couldn’t be luckier. Found this waiting for me in the hotel. Oh my goddddd

I’ve got a fantasy that starts like this. I love the idea of going to a hotel and finding this, I like the kind of tone it sets.

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Overwhelmed, Part One

There was this moment, in the middle of eating lunch with Sir and the Southern Gentleman, that I actually acknowledged what we were going to do when we got back to Sir’s place. It was odd, we were at this point of sort of actual comfort and contrived conversation. Like, yes, let’s discuss how good American Hustle was. No, let’s not talk about how I’m getting spit-roasted in roughly an hour.

When we got back to Sir’s place, he told me to go get changed and I disappeared into his bedroom. As I slipped out of my clothing, I could hear them talking and laughing in the living room. I was wearing something that I can’t really describe as much beyond a lacey, bowed, mesh, thonged leotard (photo for reference), a pair of fishnet thigh-highs and a pair of black pumps. The heels were just a little too big for me, and so when I walked out into the living room, I stumbled a bit.

Sir’s living room has these tall windows and I told him that morning that I was feeling a little brave and I wanted them open for this. I figured not too many people would be able to really tell what was going on, especially with the futon being so low to the ground.

The corners of Sir’s lips turned up in a smirk, but he tried to stay nonchalant. He gestured to the futon, which was already folded down. “Go sit.” He and SG were drinking whiskey. An effort, perhaps, to continue to carry off the whole casual thing. 

I moved over to the futon and sat down. At first, I really couldn’t look at them, I was too nervous. But when I got up the nerve, I saw that while Sir had managed to look unconcerned, SG’s eyes were darting over to me every few seconds. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Sweetheart,” Sir said, “spread your legs, would you?”

I blushed and looked away once more as I moved my knees apart, and they continued to talk.

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So orchestrating this one took entirely too much work.

Since my face had to be out of frame and I couldn’t see what I was doing while I videotaped. (Tumblr gifs were cramping my creativity.)

But I think it turned out cute.

(Fixed itttt.)

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I’m teasing Sir on Skype right now.

This was what I wore, with fishnets, during a certain threesome with him and SG that I need to work up the nerve to write about already.

(Please ignore the bruise on my inner thigh, I dropped a freaking kettlebell into my lap.)

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ginkitten:

Now taking applications for housemaid. 

I mean if by housemaid you mean stand around looking cute in apron-style lingerie and maybe sometimes dusting something, I’m game.