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It’s Tuesday, which means I have to write on myself for Sir.
(That’s what you’re seeing on my breasts.)
And it was a great, productive, encouraging day, which means I get to have some alone time with some of my favorite corners of the Internet.
I wish I had a drawer filled with all kinds of pretty things like these.
Honestly, whiskey tastes like him now.
I’m being denied right now by Sir.
More info soon. In the meanwhile, I’m spending my time squirming and whining.
I find strands of my girl’s hair when I unpack my blankets from storage, little golden threads against the navy fleece, hidden from the sunlight for months. It makes me miss the way our bodies fit together so perfectly when we spoon.
Ugh, it is too early for feels.
I’d pay any price to just have him come through the door right now and tuck me in.
Sir says I’m totally transparent.
Which makes me feel teensy tiny in the best way.
Be brave.