For the people who’ve asked how I like barre:
My review, a month in, is that it can be rather fun.
Just, y’know, not quite this fun.
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I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. The door was locked. No one came in here last night.
Remember the last time you imagined you were being raped in your sleep? It must be your needy little cunt and your silly head acting up again.
You’re not even trying to get better, are you? You’ll have to spend another night in the straitjacket. You can have your masturbation privileges back when you show us you really want to improve.
So maybe we’ve totally actually played this out before.
(Note: The scenario was played in a totally consensual context involving safewords and aftercare.)
This gif is making a pretty strong campaign for hottest thing I’ve seen in a while.
It’s the gentleness of it that really gets me.
I love when my husband is in the kitchen in an apron!!
It has been too long. Having the girls here is putting a serious damper on me being a nudist.
He can cook for me ANY time!
Shoulders, sass and ass! Nice combo!
But, actually. When Sir cooks my clothes just kind of fall off.
Um. Can we go back to Home Depot soon?
I’ve got a little idea for a project.
I always beg Sir to do this. I’ve done it once with another partner and it was lots of fun, and I know Sir would do a really good job at it. Let’s call it a hunch.
But, the last time I seriously asked him to, he said “no.” Not because he didn’t want to, but because “I’m not going to do it until I can do it exactly how it should be done. When I do it, I want to do it right.”
Swoon.
This reminds me of the notion that you’ve got to lick something to let everybody know it’s yours.
Now, today is just the kind of horribly hot day for some really good ice play.
Happy Summer Solstice!