Stellar eyefucks to start the week.
wet
So I just really love the streaks of water on my butt in this one.
(This is an extra one, I’ve made up my debt to this commitment. :P)
“He sees right through me, it’s so easy with lies
Cracks in the road that I would try to disguise
He runs his scissor up the seam in the wall
He cannot break it down or else it would fall.”
“The summer memory that just never dies
We worked too long and hard to give it no time.”
“But no one gives us any time anymore.”
“I didn’t want to be the one to forget
I thought of everything I’d never regret
A little time with you is all that I get
That’s all we need because it’s all we can take.”
So somebody (me) is super behind on 365 photos, and I apologize. It’s been the craziest week ever. I tried to do something special to make up for the absence, and here’s a teaser.
But some things:
1. I am still mastering camera phone selfies.
2. I am cold, guys.
3. A slightly oversized t-shirt BALLOONS when wet, so it’s not quite having the clingy, barely there effect I was going for.
But, they’re all right.
Now with just a hint of sea salt.
never before and now all the time. that scares me.
I know.
I want you to be a little bit afraid because,
When your body acts before your mind is ready,
That’s when you’re real.
So stop hiding and
Come meet the real you.
You might like her.
Trapped, Part 5
It felt like an hour had passed by the time I heard the door opening. I strained to look over my shoulder through the darkness as Switch crossed the room. I heard him suck something through a straw, set a cup down on the table, followed by a bag. I groaned and pulled back on the belts once more. There was no give.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured when I realized he wasn’t about to acknowledge me. “I’m very sorry.”
Switch walked back over to the bed, “I bet you are.” He reached down between my legs. I shivered at his touch. “You’re wet, you shameless little whore. Here you are asking me to let you go, you’re enjoying this.”
I blushed and turned my head away from him. He moved his fingers up to my mouth. “Let’s try this again. Lick it off.” My face was flushed as I licked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste that?” he asked as I did, “that’s the taste of a kidnapped slut who’s enjoying herself.”
Switch reached over to the bedside table and looped a blindfold over my eyes. He knotted it tightly and adjusted it, ensuring that I could not see despite the darkness. A few moments later, I felt the fabric of my panties being forced into my mouth. I resisted a bit, but he managed to push them in.
“Now, I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a bite to eat before I get back to you,” he grabbed my face, shaking my head slightly, “be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you go soon."