She was sad. Quiet.
He held her. She watched the cars pass out the window, a faraway look in her eyes. He wanted her back.
He brushed her hair out of her face, she looked up at him. “Baby,” he said softly. “Do you want some spanks?”
It seemed an absurd thing to ask at a time like this, but he knew just what to do. He trusted his instincts.
And just like that she was his.
She sighed when it stung, closed her eyes while the cracking sound echoed off of the walls.
Sometimes she needed it to hurt.
Dear Tumbl Buddies,
Today I had cake for breakfast and skipped in the sun and had a rowdy yoga class and the tulips my husband bought for me are bursting open and I’m not really feeling the whole concept of pants.
I found out yesterday that one of my best friends has cancer. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to cancer, and I know that makes me a very lucky girl. She’s a badass mother fucker though, her response to finding out she’s about to have a double mastectomy was “These things are in the way all the time anyways. Fuck ‘em.”
If any of you have gone through radiation/kicking cancer’s ass I would be happy to hear any tips you might have on being an awesome friend throughout that process.
It’s been easy to focus on the positives today. Perspective is a funny thing, huh?
I’ll be over here counting my blessings,
This is what I wore to the lingerie party last weekend. I felt like a kinky comic book fairy, if such a thing exists.
It’s hard to describe, different lighting brings out different hues, but it’s black, orange, red, fuchsia. The very tips are my favourite part. They’re vibrant. I might not keep this up long. Please do not reblog. <3 <3