He used this, his hands and a cane.
When it came to the cane, he sat up at the head of the bed, placing the thumb of his free hand in my mouth to let me suck it while he caned me. I got into a certain kind of headspace pretty quickly from that.
taken by 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.
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.
This picture always makes me feel a little dizzy.
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 remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.
One thing I’m learning from having to go through photos of myself every day is that my little, calloused feet are rather expressive.
Another one taken of the absolutely bizarre poses my sleeping body takes when left to its own devices in a very large, comfy bed.
He woke up a little bit before me and took this photo. Every time I look at it, my heart swells a little. I’m a sucker for intimacy.
(FYI: I have given him prior consent to photograph me while I’m asleep. Don’t photograph people without their knowledge or consent!!)