I miss when he makes me suck my thumb while he’s doing something filthy to me. Or making me do something filthy.
sir
Here it is, tumblr. The last photo from our special overnight get-away together. It’s a mutual favorite and I’ve been holding onto it for that reason.
It’s hard to post this because I feel a little like I’m letting go of something. It’s hard to explain.
But instead of mourning it, I’m going to remember how I felt when this photo was taken, having sex with him while facing out a window overlooking the city where we fell in love.
Sir once said it is glaringly obvious that I’m an only child based on how many fantasies I have where I’m the absolute center of attention.
Thank you everyone for your supportive words. Sir has arrived safely and is settling in. The time difference is already palpable and obnoxious, and I’m starting to learn to adjust.
I haven’t been sleeping brilliantly, but I am hoping this changes as well. I’ve sort of chugged through the past few days in a haze of relative exhaustion. So here’s the other photo of us on the most comfortable bed ever for some inspiration.
So, Sir’s plane took off.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be wallowing.
Two” shots of vodka
(Source: https://vine.co/)
He leaves very early tomorrow morning.
I am so, so proud of him.
But that doesn’t mean this doesn’t still sting.
A good way to not address the fact that I am posting a really blushy and humiliating photo to be the bravest girl ever is to tell a funny story:
I showed Sir this picture yesterday and he was like, “mmm is that Pup’s hand?”
And I’m like, “no sillyhead it’s yours.”
So let’s establish that when I send my boyfriend a random picture of HIS OWN HAND and my butthole, he recognizes my butthole.
Mirrors + full length windows = blushy selfie success.
I just noticed the tags on this (#thinkivykink in particular) and you are very, very mean.
This made me snort out loud. I consider that a rebloggable offense.
No lie, Sir and I cutely call my favorite position kitty-style sometimes because yeah.