I asked if I could write about it, he still can’t decide, but he did say I could post this picture and tell you that he spent the rest of the day squeezing me tight and ranting about how fucking amazing he felt. (And he asked if we could do it again…)

I asked if I could write about it, he still can’t decide, but he did say I could post this picture and tell you that he spent the rest of the day squeezing me tight and ranting about how fucking amazing he felt. (And he asked if we could do it again…)

Anxious bunnies need to be reminded to breathe. 
These are bunny facts. 
Especially late at night when things are a little heavy and confusing. 

Anxious bunnies need to be reminded to breathe. 

These are bunny facts. 

Especially late at night when things are a little heavy and confusing. 

This weekend was well lived.
Friday was filled to the brim with family stuff, but Saturday was for us.
We spent the day poolside, naked in the sunshine with G and his new girlfriend Sprite. She’s new to sharing so this was a get-to-know date. Everyone seemed to be clicking as we traded tales of our greatest sexual adventures and mishaps. She sipped gin-and-sodas until she was pink cheeked and giggling, and suddenly not so shy. I was reclining against my husband, staring up at the big fluffy clouds, soaking up the sensation of sunlight touching all the parts that are usually covered up. I closed my eyes and smiled as a cool breeze tickled across my bare skin. 
When I looked back at G and Sprite she was sucking his cock. I blushed, it was unexpected, I felt frozen in my seat. From where I was sitting the arm of the chair obstructed my view, but I could see her short blonde hair framing her face as she bobbed up and down and looked up at him, her blue eyes shining. I watched him, his forearms throbbing as he held her hair and slowed her down, at the way he inhaled sharply when she didn’t listen, the way his jaw set when he was close…
When we got home my husband and I fucked like we were trying to break each other. A storm raged out our windows and we matched it’s intensity. 
Later on we met Euro Girl and her husband for drinks and flirted with Cee, who was behind the bar. There were lots of familiar faces and the night ended with Cub and my husband reminiscing about old times.
We slept in until it was physically impossible to sleep any longer, we languished over tea and coffee in bed. He did the yard work because it was his turn and I snuggled in bed listening to the birds. 
I made my favourite dinner and we ate fresh homemade strawberry ice cream and now I’m texting one of the cutest girls you’ve ever seen while my husband puts Biodome on. 
I don’t want the weekend to end. 

This weekend was well lived.

Friday was filled to the brim with family stuff, but Saturday was for us.

We spent the day poolside, naked in the sunshine with G and his new girlfriend Sprite. She’s new to sharing so this was a get-to-know date. Everyone seemed to be clicking as we traded tales of our greatest sexual adventures and mishaps. She sipped gin-and-sodas until she was pink cheeked and giggling, and suddenly not so shy. I was reclining against my husband, staring up at the big fluffy clouds, soaking up the sensation of sunlight touching all the parts that are usually covered up. I closed my eyes and smiled as a cool breeze tickled across my bare skin. 

When I looked back at G and Sprite she was sucking his cock. I blushed, it was unexpected, I felt frozen in my seat. From where I was sitting the arm of the chair obstructed my view, but I could see her short blonde hair framing her face as she bobbed up and down and looked up at him, her blue eyes shining. I watched him, his forearms throbbing as he held her hair and slowed her down, at the way he inhaled sharply when she didn’t listen, the way his jaw set when he was close…

When we got home my husband and I fucked like we were trying to break each other. A storm raged out our windows and we matched it’s intensity. 

Later on we met Euro Girl and her husband for drinks and flirted with Cee, who was behind the bar. There were lots of familiar faces and the night ended with Cub and my husband reminiscing about old times.

We slept in until it was physically impossible to sleep any longer, we languished over tea and coffee in bed. He did the yard work because it was his turn and I snuggled in bed listening to the birds. 

I made my favourite dinner and we ate fresh homemade strawberry ice cream and now I’m texting one of the cutest girls you’ve ever seen while my husband puts Biodome on. 

I don’t want the weekend to end. 

"I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying."
— Sierra DeMulder 

(Source: oofpoetry)

"Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress."
Kiera Cass

(Source: maxonshreaves)

One of my favourite lingerie stores is having a big sale and I just bought fuchsia stockings and a heart shaped riding crop. I sense some pretty joyful beatings in the near future. 

keilauren: Keilauren de Vries, Nymphet, 2014. Acrylic on various fabrics.This artwork comprises of 5 paintings I did, each a meter wide. I stretched the canvases myself with different types of fabrics and painted on them while keeping the fabric raw. 

One of my favourite lingerie stores is having a big sale and I just bought fuchsia stockings and a heart shaped riding crop. I sense some pretty joyful beatings in the near future. 

keilauren: Keilauren de Vries, Nymphet, 2014. Acrylic on various fabrics.
This artwork comprises of 5 paintings I did, each a meter wide. I stretched the canvases myself with different types of fabrics and painted on them while keeping the fabric raw. 

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