I want to lie here ‘til we’ve killed this bitter doubt.
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Pleasant Surprise: I was out for lunch yesterday with one of my best friends from high school. I kind of assumed she was vanilla because I have this terrible habit of just doing that (better safe than sorry?). I forget what we were talking about, but suddenly she looks up from her food and goes, “do you know who Sasha Grey is?”
Needless to say, we bonded like crazy at that point about how upset we are that she retired. I love when my friendships just get a teensy bit deeper like that.
For some reason, I find that little expanse of bare skin between the line of the brow and the eyelid to be kind of erotic on a woman.
This is so beautiful. Honey, do you take me out to something where I can wear this? I promise I wear your favorite dress with them.
eyelashes!!
Bratini: I’m thinking about you tonight
Equal parts sweet and devious.
Exactly how I love them.
And those freckles? Swoon.
That little brat.
By the look on her face, she had been told not to wear those shoes again and she had seen it as a welcome opportunity to earn some punishment. She’s one of those, the kind who misbehave for the sake of receiving the spankings and attention they crave. She had positioned herself on the floor there on purpose, knowing her Master would pass by on his way to the kitchen.
But, today, he’s sick of her behavior. He’s tired of the control that she holds, the hand that she has in when she receives his attention. She thinks she can steer from the backseat, but the brat’s earned herself a spot in the trunk, to be neglected and ignored.
Not literally. To give her the satisfaction of throwing her in the trunk would be far too good to her. Instead, he’ll just ignore her. He’ll go about his business until she, upset and confuse, cannot handle the neglect. She’ll come to him humbled, willing to show complete obedience. No more deliberate provocation, no more brattiness.
And only then would she fully be his.
These old things? Totally for everyday wear!
With all the troubles of finals behind me, this gal’s heading out to make her own trouble.
Emma Watson by Ellen von Unwerth
Aw, someone’s a pouter.
Why I don’t post pictures of myself: Because it’s waaaay more fun hearing what you folks imagine I look like.