Because I’m trash.
But I’m your trash.
shorts
Technically, it’s topless.
And, no, I totally didn’t buy these. Just took a bunch of photos of myself in them in the changing room for Sir.
Is it summer yet?
This is actually some of my favorite stuff right here.
I’m small in stature and I like having someone’s arm across me like that, emphasizing how holdable and moveable I can be. I feel held, possessed. I like the strength behind being pulled into someone that way, even if it is gently.
That spot on my neck is my sweet spot, especially from the back. I melt. I absolutely melt. I give over to it so quickly that I barely even put up any attempt at a fight or a last effort to maintain some sort of dignity or composure. I literally can’t help it sometimes.
And together? Well, I guess you can imagine.
The idea of her racing away to avoid a spanking is probably one of the most adorable things ever.
She thought having a fixie was cool.
Then one day she said something smart, tried to make a fast getaway and it all came undone
and before she knew it, he was guiding her back indoors for a little chat…