Things that were awesome about the fetish event last night:
Without planning ahead Kitten and I both arrived wearing a black-and-pink colour scheme
Kitten looked so fucking cute in her kitty-little gear and collar that complete strangers routinely stopped us to squee about her extreme level of adorableness
Strangers fawning made Kitten blush, which made me want to pounce her because Blushy-Kitten is my third favourite State of Kitten
When we wanted to use one of the play areas we stood there awkwardly debating the hygienic state of the surface and planning our best course of action when a very kind couple came over with disinfectant wipes and a towel. They cleaned the play area for us, further proving Kitten’s assertion that Standing There Looking Cute is indeed an effective life strategy
My second favourite State of Kitten is Pouting, and the best of course is Close-To-Cumming… edging her FOREVER is an excellent way to get plenty of both of those things
Femme-as-fuck girls with amazing hair are not commonly seen playing together at kink events and sex clubs, we attracted quite the audience, but my favourite onlookers were the girls in tight corsets who sighed heavily watching her nuzzle my neck while I reached back to restrain her wrists
We made out so much my lips were raw
When we checked out the dungeon area Kitten was aghast that the cage was in the corner being used as a shelf, she was completely insulted by the gym bag and pile of discarded towels that rested on top. I kinda love that in this over-whelming room where people were getting beaten and electrocuted and whipped THIS was what offended her <3 <3 <3 <3 
The way she kissed me on the dance floor made me crazy, I couldn’t help it, I pulled her close, one arm around her waist, and lifted her skirt with the other hand….
My favourite moment had to be standing at the bar with her panties pulled down around her knees while she kissed me hungrily and bit my lips as I fucked her with my fingers
Things that were not awesome about the fetish event last night:
The stupid loud drunk straight boy who felt the need to somehow interject himself where he clearly was not wanted… after Kitten gave him the finger in response to his invasive behaviour he felt the need to loudly assure everyone else in the room that he was a “Really Good Guy Who Didn’t Understand Where He Went Wrong”. This went on until we were so annoyed we left. His whiny boy tears were a huge buzz kill. 
Moral of the story: 
Boys ruin everything.
OR
If people you find wildly attractive are kind enough to let you watch them engage in sexual activity PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST KEEP YOUR DAMNED MOUTH SHUT AND DON’T RUIN IT!

Things that were awesome about the fetish event last night:

  • Without planning ahead Kitten and I both arrived wearing a black-and-pink colour scheme
  • Kitten looked so fucking cute in her kitty-little gear and collar that complete strangers routinely stopped us to squee about her extreme level of adorableness
  • Strangers fawning made Kitten blush, which made me want to pounce her because Blushy-Kitten is my third favourite State of Kitten
  • When we wanted to use one of the play areas we stood there awkwardly debating the hygienic state of the surface and planning our best course of action when a very kind couple came over with disinfectant wipes and a towel. They cleaned the play area for us, further proving Kitten’s assertion that Standing There Looking Cute is indeed an effective life strategy
  • My second favourite State of Kitten is Pouting, and the best of course is Close-To-Cumming… edging her FOREVER is an excellent way to get plenty of both of those things
  • Femme-as-fuck girls with amazing hair are not commonly seen playing together at kink events and sex clubs, we attracted quite the audience, but my favourite onlookers were the girls in tight corsets who sighed heavily watching her nuzzle my neck while I reached back to restrain her wrists
  • We made out so much my lips were raw
  • When we checked out the dungeon area Kitten was aghast that the cage was in the corner being used as a shelf, she was completely insulted by the gym bag and pile of discarded towels that rested on top. I kinda love that in this over-whelming room where people were getting beaten and electrocuted and whipped THIS was what offended her <3 <3 <3 <3 
  • The way she kissed me on the dance floor made me crazy, I couldn’t help it, I pulled her close, one arm around her waist, and lifted her skirt with the other hand….
  • My favourite moment had to be standing at the bar with her panties pulled down around her knees while she kissed me hungrily and bit my lips as I fucked her with my fingers

Things that were not awesome about the fetish event last night:

  • The stupid loud drunk straight boy who felt the need to somehow interject himself where he clearly was not wanted… after Kitten gave him the finger in response to his invasive behaviour he felt the need to loudly assure everyone else in the room that he was a “Really Good Guy Who Didn’t Understand Where He Went Wrong”. This went on until we were so annoyed we left. His whiny boy tears were a huge buzz kill. 

Moral of the story: 

Boys ruin everything.

OR

If people you find wildly attractive are kind enough to let you watch them engage in sexual activity PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST KEEP YOUR DAMNED MOUTH SHUT AND DON’T RUIN IT!

The wedding was lovely but also kinda snooty, lots of conservative uptight wealthy people, or as my husband says &#8220;not really our crowd&#8221;. 
Sitting in the chapel I whispered to him that I wanted to sneak back in during the reception to snap a quick saucy picture. He immediately saw my vision. Throughout the night we scoped out our plan, checking if the coast was clear, sussing out the best possible approach. (It gave us something to do for entertainment, really, I still wasn&#8217;t sure we would go through with it.)
Right as everyone was sitting down for speeches we quietly slipped out. We quickly snapped a picture, as planned, in the chapel. It&#8217;s perfect, and I&#8217;ll share it with you tomorrow, it&#8217;s more of a Sunday kinda thing.
And then he kissed me in the shadows in the quiet sacred room and when he pulled me close I felt his hardness through his suit, fucking hell he looks good in a suit. I pretended to be shocked but he was raised religious and this kind of thing pushes all of his buttons. We fucked, my dress pulled up and my panties pulled to the side and him dressed his best and unzipped. 
Afterwards we straightened up and steadied our breath and our giggles. We left the chapel, rejoined the festivities, proud of our accomplishments. 
Champagne is yummy. 
I love weddings.
Goodnight. 

The wedding was lovely but also kinda snooty, lots of conservative uptight wealthy people, or as my husband says “not really our crowd”. 

Sitting in the chapel I whispered to him that I wanted to sneak back in during the reception to snap a quick saucy picture. He immediately saw my vision. Throughout the night we scoped out our plan, checking if the coast was clear, sussing out the best possible approach. (It gave us something to do for entertainment, really, I still wasn’t sure we would go through with it.)

Right as everyone was sitting down for speeches we quietly slipped out. We quickly snapped a picture, as planned, in the chapel. It’s perfect, and I’ll share it with you tomorrow, it’s more of a Sunday kinda thing.

And then he kissed me in the shadows in the quiet sacred room and when he pulled me close I felt his hardness through his suit, fucking hell he looks good in a suit. I pretended to be shocked but he was raised religious and this kind of thing pushes all of his buttons. We fucked, my dress pulled up and my panties pulled to the side and him dressed his best and unzipped. 

Afterwards we straightened up and steadied our breath and our giggles. We left the chapel, rejoined the festivities, proud of our accomplishments. 

Champagne is yummy. 

I love weddings.

Goodnight. 

I have to confess that having a squirmy, wet, half-naked Kitten in your lap while you remain fully clothed is a very powerful feeling. Deliciously powerful. 

In all of my previous sexual adventures that dynamic has been reversed, I’m the one half dressed and grinding myself against someones jeans, or they’re stripping me slowly, or we’re taking clothes off at a fairly even pace; one for you, one for me.

But I like having her on my lap like this, focusing on her, listening to her breath as she gasps just a little and nuzzles against me. I like teasing her and spoiling her. And she deserves it, because she is such a good kitty. And good pets deserve all of the spoils. That’s just science.

(Source: shekneelsbeforeme)

Yep. Definitely a feline phase. <3

lionsbloodprincesshad a mini photoshoot with myself haha new collar and leash :) meeoww

So I was thinking of starting a little game&#8230;. will you play with me Tumbl Buddies?
I want to welcome &#8220;Heart Submissions&#8221;&#8230; original images you want to share with me that include a heart&#8230;. hand hearts, found heart art, heart patterns, heart anything. 
Click here to submit. Pretty please? I promise to reward you with something cheeky. 


Beautiful image by quietlittlenympho 

So I was thinking of starting a little game…. will you play with me Tumbl Buddies?

I want to welcome “Heart Submissions”… original images you want to share with me that include a heart…. hand hearts, found heart art, heart patterns, heart anything. 

Click here to submit. Pretty please? I promise to reward you with something cheeky. 

Beautiful image by quietlittlenympho 

He wishes he could see how pretty she looked fucking his ass. 
She says if he&#8217;s good he&#8217;ll get to watch in the mirror next time;
For now he can use his imagination.

He wishes he could see how pretty she looked fucking his ass. 

She says if he’s good he’ll get to watch in the mirror next time;

For now he can use his imagination.

2. 
I realised, as I walked into Rumi&#8217;s kitchen and took off my dress, that I spent too much time in my early twenties looking at my sexuality as something I needed to define and pin down. Like the key was to figure out the exact combination of words and labels to describe my sexual preference and proclivities, then I could own it and celebrate it and answer everyone&#8217;s questions neatly and I would be complete.
What I&#8217;ve learned is that it&#8217;s a journey, and it&#8217;s not about defining it, it&#8217;s about experiencing it&#8230; my sexuality, it&#8217;s nuanced and versatile and so is yours. As I change and grow as a person I crave different things, I have new curiosities, new desires. Different things push my buttons, my fantasies change as I experience more of the world and learn more about myself.
All this to say that as I stood between them in my lingerie while their cocks throbbed in their jeans I wasn&#8217;t hung up on any of it. I savoured every minute, I owned every second of pleasure. I felt powerful on my knees in between them, teasing them so slowly with my tongue, making them patiently wait their turn while I gave the other what he wanted. 
There was no shame in the way I worshipped their cocks, or the way I let them use me afterwards. Just pure unadulterated joy. 

visualgraphic: Do epic shit - Paper Crafts

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I realised, as I walked into Rumi’s kitchen and took off my dress, that I spent too much time in my early twenties looking at my sexuality as something I needed to define and pin down. Like the key was to figure out the exact combination of words and labels to describe my sexual preference and proclivities, then I could own it and celebrate it and answer everyone’s questions neatly and I would be complete.

What I’ve learned is that it’s a journey, and it’s not about defining it, it’s about experiencing it… my sexuality, it’s nuanced and versatile and so is yours. As I change and grow as a person I crave different things, I have new curiosities, new desires. Different things push my buttons, my fantasies change as I experience more of the world and learn more about myself.

All this to say that as I stood between them in my lingerie while their cocks throbbed in their jeans I wasn’t hung up on any of it. I savoured every minute, I owned every second of pleasure. I felt powerful on my knees in between them, teasing them so slowly with my tongue, making them patiently wait their turn while I gave the other what he wanted. 

There was no shame in the way I worshipped their cocks, or the way I let them use me afterwards. Just pure unadulterated joy. 

visualgraphicDo epic shit - Paper Crafts

Hair porn, femme-as-fuck lipstick tattoo, flowers in hair, prowly lingerie, her beach bum is exquisite and she gives good face&#8230;. how is this the first I&#8217;ve heard of the lovely (and Canadian) alexandraxojenna?

Hair porn, femme-as-fuck lipstick tattoo, flowers in hair, prowly lingerie, her beach bum is exquisite and she gives good face…. how is this the first I’ve heard of the lovely (and Canadian) alexandraxojenna?

9.

My husband went to wash up and grab another beer, Rumi and I were laying head-to-toe in his bed. 

I was still in my stockings and garter belt, which were thoroughly soaked from my orgasms and theirs. 

Rumi ran his hands over my legs and sighed. I asked him if he’d like to take them off, he smiled. He reached up to the garter and I showed him how to unhook the first one. He undid the other three and slowly slid my stockings, one at a time, down each leg, peeling them off to reveal my silky smooth legs. He kissed them, gliding his fingertips over the curve of my calves and the backs of my knees, he pressed his lips against my toes and said “You know… I don’t have a thing for feet… but yours are really sexy.” 

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