I think my aesthetic sometimes hovers between trashy and sweet.
stockings
Hi, tumblr. Happy New Year.
I have resolved to make serious progress on my negative, harmful relationship with my body in 2015.
Part of this is a little project of posting a “new” (never before posted) picture of myself to this tumblr every day. This one’s from earlier this month, but I’ll try to keep them fairly current.
Yeah, it’s a little navel-gazey. But I think the act of photographing myself and sharing myself will give me the clarity of a healthier self-perception and the accountability to face my body every day and be like hey I don’t want to be enemies anymore.
So, here’s to 365 photos and getting closer to wellness.
That Time Pup was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Seven
I made my way back into the other room after a little while to find that Pup had gotten up to get a drink. I sat down next to Sir on the couch and asked if talking to him went okay. “Yeah, totally fine,” Sir replied.
Pup came back and sat down in an armchair a little to my left, but still angled so he could look at and talk to Sir and me. I was about to talk to him when someone else came over and asked, “I’m sorry, aren’t you cold in that dress?”
“Oh no,” I chuckled. “I’m fine.”
“But aren’t your legs cold?” she asked.
“Nah,” Sir interjected, “she’s wearing tights.”
“They’re not tights,” I said, “they’re stockings. I don’t really buy tights anymore, just stay-ups.” And because I’d had a little bit to drink and I was feeling a little bit brazen, I hitched up the side of my dress, giving Pup a full view of my leg and the top of my stockings. For good measure, I shot him a little smirk.
I hope you all got everything you wanted.
Hehe.
“Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above, all sizzling like a snare
Honey I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore.”
I bought my first garter belt off the Internet and it’s far too big. It slips down all the time. But, it was a no-return purchase and it was on sale for something negligible.
And besides, it makes me feel kinda like a little girl trying on something too grown up for her.
Back to School, Part Two
Flint and I were hanging around on the couch while I was recovering from having my ass whacked with a wooden spoon and having half a party of mostly strangers see my ass and pussy. Lida came over and was being adorable, but totally forgot to say “please” when she asked for something even after I’d taught her. So, I asked Flint if I could give her a spanking and he said it would be fine.
Lida laid across my lap and I flipped her skirt up. Underneath, she was wearing a cute little pair of panties, and I noticed that her stockings were being held up by a garter belt. I didn’t know what kind of schoolgirl wore garters, but I wasn’t about to complain.
I set to spanking her, alternating between sharp hits and lighter swats. She squirmed and whined under my hand while I chastised her about being so impolite. A small group of people had gathered to watch, probably amused by one small lady dressed like a schoolgirl beating down on another small lady dressed like a schoolgirl.
Looping my fingers under her garters, I pulled them up and let them snap against her thighs. She leapt against my legs, squealing, and a few of the people watching chuckled. Shooting them a smirk, I slipped my fingers under the garters once more and snapped them.
I’m still so awkward about the whole domming people thing, and I honestly felt I needed aftercare after I’d done it because I felt so bad for making her hurt so much. Her ass and thighs were bright red when I finished, and I kissed her after and made sure she was okay with the whole thing.
“Are you serious?” Flint laughed, “she loves this stuff.”
At the end of our second date, Nilla asked me if he was too vanilla for me. I laughed, because the question was kind of silly.
I guess because I mess around with Flint sometimes and I’m a kinky girl, he assumed that I only gravitated to kinky people when looking for partners. Which is, I understand, how some kinky people navigate non-monogamy and partner-finding.
But let me lay out our second date for you:
- He picked me up and brought me to his place.
- We took a few bong rips and watched The Muppets, which was the best thing to do.
- When I said I didn’t want to have sex right away, he asked instead if he could go down on me. To which I was like, uhhh, yeah.
- He was really good at that. Like, I mean, full-on loving the pussy good at it. Like, way beyond spelling the alphabet with his tongue good at it. Like, enthusiastic, game-changingly good at it.
- When I sucked his cock, he actually murmured, “how do you even do that?” at one point which might be the best testimonial ever.
So, no, when a guy grabs my hips, throws me down and makes sweet face-love to my pussy, he is not too vanilla for me.
Things I should mention:
- I have an extensive collection of thigh highs that need to get more wear.
- My favorite part of these are the ribbons, followed by the seam up the back as a close second.
- I came four times this morning.
- Sir takes so many pictures of me from this angle that it’s almost his trademark.
Flint likes to treat me like an animal.
He’s had me drink water out of bowls during scenes. He’s made me sit on a towel in his car so I “won’t make a mess.” And while rubbing my pussy as he drove, he’s had me look out the window and try to make eye contact with other drivers so they’ll know what kind of animal I am.
We were at my place and he was sitting in my armchair, making me straddle his leg and essentially hump it. I kept failing at finding the right angle, so I ended up grinding on his ankle and shoe more than anything else.
“Isn’t it funny?” He said, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “For a girl who hates the word ‘bitch,’ you really spend a lot of time acting like a little bitch in heat.”