I can’t sleep and Sir’s already asleep and I miss sleeping beside him. I promised that the first Christmas we have together, I’d let him put me under the tree like this. But, upon consideration, I think I might be way too fussy for that.
tree
The weather’s getting warmer.
When you’re out of your element, danger lurks around every corner.
Could this be your lucky day?
Tumblr going on queue for the next few days.
Stay warm, followers.
And stay naughty.
Ana Beatriz Barros by Ellen von Unwerth
“They were happy and radiantly innocent. They were both incapable of the conception that love is sin.” – Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged.