Reminds me of something Sir and I have been discussing lately. Heh.
suit
I love the delicate little lace blindfold in this.
God damn.
Yes.
Definitely getting a suit.
Um yes totally unbiased opinion clearly but yes get a suit yes very good yes.
Overwhelmed, Part Seven
The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.
Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.
He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious.
I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back.
“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”
We talk about this kind of a road-trip far too often.
I know someone who doesn’t mind being the pass around party slut.
Me me me it’s meeeeee.
I like the idea of being expected to comport myself a certain way for company.
The Party Sub, Part Eight
While I was being hogtied on the floor, a few people approached Sir and asked him while he still had his clothes on. He wasn’t the only person there still fully clothed, but I guess people were curious because I’d basically been in a complete state of undress since midnight.
This girl that Sir and I kind of know cut him off before he could explain, declaring that it was “cmnf” and insisting that he not remove his clothes. She was pretty vehement about it, too.
So, ah, I guess somebody else was enjoying it, too?
I finally found a solid sweater vest to match my purple argyle socks. Did I ever mention it’s my favorite color? Because that’s what I’m rocking to the very sexy, very decadent New Year’s party I’m attending with kitten.
Congratulations to a certain special somebody on his first tumblr selfie.
And holy crap I am so nervous/excited/emotions for New Year’s!!!
OK. That’s so fucking hot that I can’t put it into words. Holy shit.
When I come home, I expect you to be waiting like this for me. Usually I just expect you to lick my shoe for a while and then go fetch me a drink, but sometimes, after a long day, I just need to use your holes.
Am I the only one who finds the way he awkwardly squats kind of hilarious and awkward?