Oh! & a very happy belated birthday to the lovely Ivy.
Wish I could’ve told you so in person 😉
Shucks, lovely.
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So, apparently James Deen is making a legitimate movie.
I cannot wait to smugly look around the theater and be like: I know why ya’ll are really here.
Or, I don’t know, I could save ten bucks, stay home, and just watch porn.
“She makes me feel like a dirty old pervert and a romantic, both at the same time.”
I don’t know, just something about that grabs me tonight. It’s just sort of how it’s done. And it emphasizes all those dichotomies present in this lifestyle.
I made her wear the same knickers all day. I made her keep them on while I played with her or talked dirty, and she got more and more wet. The knickers were black. I knew by the end of the day that they would be well soiled, showing the evidence of what a little slut she is, how she can’t stop being wet all day long. She said by night-time that they were ‘disgusting’. Good, I said. That’s just what I want.
She’s sealing them tight in a plastic bag and sending them to me. I can’t wait for them to arrive. I’ll put them to my nose and inhale the scent of her. I’ll keep them wrapped up tight, hoping it will last for ever, though I know it won’t.
She makes me feel like a dirty old pervert and a romantic, both at the same time. It’s a very good feeling. I think she’s wonderful.