Expressions I hate: sweater puppies.
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Raising a glass/slut mug to herdirtylittleheart for her Slutty Saturday, which has been awesome and affirming and had a great activist spin.
I’m at a fancy thing but I just remembered I still had to do this.
Here’s to keeping to my 365 photos commitment, to phone apps that let you watermark photos, and to sneaking into the bathroom to pull your dress down to get a quick shot of a nip.
And to the endurance of the one boob rule.
Three things:
1. Velvet is my power fabric.
2. I should probably put a shirt on before company comes.
3. My webcam is super limiting and Sir, my default talented photographer, is abroad. I’m going to have to find someone to take pictures of me, otherwise this is going to get super repetitive.
In case anyone was curious what this looked like from the back.
Meet Office Butt, related to Office Boobs.
1. Sir gave me a task to do today. He said I got extra credit if I made it a gif.
2. Writing backwards on yourself is challenging.
3. Wearing a sweatshirt because it is cold as hell in my kitchen.
We met each other about two and a half years ago when he found my tumblr and recognized me. He assured me my secret was safe, and when I got up the courage to meet him I tried my hardest to deny the electricity I felt between the two of us. Now, he’s my boyfriend, my owner, my dominant, my best friend. We’re about to enter into some seriously uncertain times as he’s leaving the country for an amazing opportunity. But, to celebrate that and as his present to me for our second anniversary, we packed up some naughty stuff and spent a night at a hotel. This is our favorite shot from the next morning, when we had sex facing the window and watched the joggers in the early fog and the cars in the street, overlooking the city where we fell in love.
Flattered we turned up on NN for Valentine’s.
I totally may have already posted this photo because I got impatient but whatever guys just go with it I don’t want to take another photo today it’s Lazy Sunday okay.
Also, the award for best reblog comment goes to bossassmish:
“Just appreciating a pair of cage underwear that isn’t suffocating the larger booties”
Happy Valentine’s, tumblr. About to go eat Chinese food in my pajamas with Pup and Saltine. I miss Sir like crazy, but I’m thankful for what I have.
As requested by a very polite anon, here’s my feet in some tights. And my butt.