This Saturday’s selfie comes with a little story. Simply:
While the flashing was not caught on film, here’s the bruise. And my nipple.
I was so super responsible and remembered to take a photo for Topless Tuesday yesterday. As in, ahead of time.
In other news, I am obsessed with this dress.
I’ve decided that in addition to Topless Tuesday, I’m gonna roll out a new tradition called Slutty Selfie Saturday, which will be a celebration of me being brave in semi-public places.
This one’s about a week old, as you can see by the fact that I still have the string around my wrist. But, I think the proposed title will speak for itself:
“This is Definitely Not My Bathroom.”
Kitten says I don’t post enough selfies. Here’s one of me just shamelessly rocking a 90s turtleneck.
Hell yeah get that selfie game strong.
Let it be known that I told him to post it yesterday and he was like, “I’m not that vain.”
And then less than 24 hours later…
Also can we discuss how perfect the panties my Daddy got me are?
More photos to come, but I’ll stop spamming you all for the time being.
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.)
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.)
One of my resolutions was more self care and nice things for myself.
So yay a nice cup of tea.
No, I’m not naked in my apartment in this weather. But I figured I’d better take my shirt off to stay true to the theme of this blog.
Spent a pretty solid amount of time today sans pants.
Whatever.
The way you play with me like a child.