I want that sweater
Month: March 2015
plot twist: she’s a very freaky girl that you can bring home to momma
when your parents try to explain a million things to you and youve just woken up
After I posted the gnome abduction photoset, the internet started sending me gnomes. Too many gnomes.
My mom came over one day and saw all the gnomes and was like ‘oh how quaint, a gnome collection!’ and now she has started buying me gnomes for birthdays/holidays/everything
and i can’t just be like, no mom, this is a result of a series of events you would not be proud of. this is from the dark places.
she just keeps buying me more like they’re doilies or something.
no mom
no mom stop
hahahahaha
Marginalized sexual/romantic orientations represented as the real and very accurate mythical creatures they are.
This is based on a tumblr text post, but… I can’t find it anymore…
You can drag them ! They are transparent !
BEAUTIFUL
I love this so much!!!
You’re fucking disgusting and everyone knows it.
Something super super brave and blushy happened last night and I need to double my efforts to catch you up on everything from September to now because holy crap.
Leftovers, Part Five
I didn’t think I would be able to do it, knowing everyone was watching like that. But, I did. I probably would not have been able to without the blindfold on, being a little shy, but I ended up cumming in front of a room that was mostly strangers. Sir kept murmuring in my ear how I was the only one like this, how I was a slut for needing this in the middle of a nice little get-together.
I slumped against him when I had finished and someone gave off another “aww.” Sir had me say thank you to the first guy, and I did so with a little bashfulness, grateful the blindfold was still on. He clicked the vibrator back on, but I pouted that I was sensitive, and he turned it off.
Sir held me for a little bit, someone commenting that it was so sweet that I was still blindfolded. Eventually, he took the blindfold off and he had me go remove the bullet. I made a quick walk to the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact with just about everyone while doing so.