How we vacation.
A moment of adoration and appreciation for one of my favourite kink blogs, spankaway (aka snowflake roasting service). Reading about Snow and her adventures always inspired me, and the way they chronicled their journey as a couple is beautiful. I loved how they documented the reality of healthy kink, always highlighting after care and good communication. I’ve learned so much from following their story. I am so sad to hear they are closing their blog, and am wishing them both the very best. <3 <3
spankaway: A cute little scene from Snow’s “missed school” caning. While toughing it out through the second cane, she requested Sumba to squeeze in her hand. It took me five minutes to find the little guy and I had to turn the room upside down, but even though she gave me “don’t worry about it” signals, I proclaimed stuffie access an inalienable right :)
There’s only one thing on my mind today.
Bunny is blissfully checked out.
I’ll be in la-la land if you need me.
At Pride the organizers fund-raise by asking for donations for these identity stickers. There are dozens of diverse options that describe a spectrum of genders and sexual identities. I appreciate the transparency they bring to flirting.
It’s road trip time baby.
I’ve queued up a few things for while I’m away.
Soon we’ll be frolicking in the forest making friends with woodland creatures and paddling into the sunset.
Our first camping trip of the season.
It’s been too long.
Angeles Crest, California
photographed by Magdalen Wosinska
I’m house-sitting for my inlaws. I always feel uncomfortable in their home because everything is so fancy and breakable…. but now no one is here to inhale anxiously as my curious hands tinker with things… -Heart <3
Something about imagining you prancing around your inlaws place naked holding precious objects makes me smile. Your shape is so pretty perched on that table and I love your long hair. Thanks for sending one in this week and I hope you had lots of fun while you were there.
I can’t help it, that chandelier is so sparkly and beautiful I spend 15% of all family dinners suppressing my urges to touch it.