This reminds me of someone else who is sweet and little and blushy.
I’ve been trying to come up with a cuter and flirtier way to put this every time I scroll past it in my drafts.
But yeah.
socks
My Daddy tells the best, sweetest, blushiest bedtime stories.
My second-favorite bunny.
Reason #3 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
Because you need somebody’s hand to hold when Daddy finds out,
and somebody who’ll wink and say it was worth it.
Full Service, Part Four
Once I had the panties stuffed into my mouth, Craftsmate ordered me to get down on my hands and knees, lower my chest to the floor and stick my ass in the air. Wordlessly, he picked up the flogger and started to beat my ass and back with it.
I groaned around my panties, my toes clenching with each hit. He leaned down, gathering up the rope and moving me over to the bed. I laid down on my stomach and he took my wrists in his hand, starting to wind the rope around them.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered as he knotted off my wrists. “You get deeper when you do that, don’t you?”
I let my eyes close and allowed my body to relax as he tied each leg individually up to my wrists. That way, he could move the legs apart and fuck me easily when the time came.
When he finished tying my legs, my head was swimming and I could barely will my eyes open. Craftsmate sat at the edge of the bed, playing with my hair as he asked how I was feeling. I attempted to give him an answer, but I wound up mumbling into the panties instead.
“What’d you say, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling the panties out of my mouth.
“I want my vibrator,” I whined out, catching myself and repeating it, “please, Sir, I want my vibrator.”
He laughed, “not yet.” Still chuckling, he got up and went to fetch both pairs of nipple clamps, as well as the vibrator. When he returned to the side of the bed, he dropped the vibrator off to the side and rolled me over onto my back.
Later, he’ll be in to serenade you with that guitar. Because he is a romantic at heart, after all.
My body looks a lot like this girl’s body more or less. Especially in the leg region. And there is something stupidly reassuring about seeing your own body in pictures on here.
I have what my boyfriend refers to as tapered thighs. I have really muscular, slim calves and then a donk and a half as far as a butt. As a result, the back of my thighs look more triangular than rectangular, so to speak. Or, at least, they aren’t straight up and down.
And to see a girl with legs like mine all tied up and giving a wicked eyefuck is pretty damn awesome. It’s like stupidly validating that my body isn’t absurd or ridiculous.
Except a certain somebody confirms that mine are more muscular. So there.
A good baker with a great ass.
True story: I can probably get out of just about anything with a certain somebody if I bake him something. Or let him hang out with my butt.
The socks are more than a little endearing.
A little red bum and some flushed cheeks would definitely match the ensemble.
Just saying.