I let Kitten pick the movie, she chose Aristocats.
She snuggled up against me and it finished by the time I built up the nerve to kiss her.
There is something about having such a pretty little girl curled up in your lap, my head was spinning in the nicest way.
We played with soft kisses, gentle kisses, my fingertips dancing on her jaw-line, everything was in slow motion. There was no rush, there was no audience, just her breath as her lips parted and I wondered what kinds of pretty little sounds she makes when she’s close to cumming…
Yesterday was a roller coaster of a day. I have a lot of poly stuff to update you guys on but I keep waiting for the dust to settle a little so I can reflect and write about it, but then more twists and turns keep revealing themselves. It’s been hard to keep up.
Last night a friend took me to see a world renowned contemporary ballet company perform their latest works. I was inspired every time two dancers synced up and moved in perfect unison. How rare and glorious those moments are in real life, two bodies keeping time, mutual motion.
I have a lot to think about.
A fantastc Heart Submission from the conscientious ThePassionIsComingBack:
I know you always say no unsolicited cock shots so I covered mine with a heart. ;-)
My favourite part (other than hip bones *drool*) is that I keep picturing him cutting the paper heart out by himself, getting crafty just to take this shot! That image tickles me. Big thanks!
I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how to write
I’ve forgotten a lot of things
I hope I didn’t forget how to write
I want only to bare myself to you
to show you everything
to allow you everywhere
When he hurts me I push him away. I don’t want to be close, I don’t want to be his pretty little girl. He doesn’t deserve it. I don’t want him to have the luxury of swooning over my cheeky faces or hearing about my exciting day. I withhold.
I want to hurt him like he hurt me, but that isn’t possible. He’ll never know how it feels to be so vulnerable, so small. So easily capsized.
I build hasty walls trying to keep him at bay but I know that he’ll topple them when he puts his arms around me and tells me how sorry he is. I wish I was a better builder.
I want my coldness to move through him the way his carelessness moved through me. Destructive. Painful. Searing.
I make myself unlovable.
But the more I push him the harder he pulls me back.
Nobody has loved me forever, everyone just loves me “until…”
Until they see something they don’t like, until it’s inconvenient, until I have my own wants and needs, things they didn’t plan for.
I don’t believe in forever. Nothing gold can stay.
Daddy says he’ll show me what forever really means.
I love it when my tumbl buddies send me links to self shooters they enjoy who I haven’t featured yet. a-femmefatalist has a gorgeous blog. (Bonus points for the hair porn and heart guitar! Swoon!)
a-femmefatalist: The Religious Experience
"I never thought it was shameful. I felt normal. It’s just that it was much better than pounding a typewriter eight hours a day, which gets monotonous."
-Bettie Page commenting on her career, Playboy interview 1998.
vintagegal: Bettie Page c. 1950s
I will miss chasing the ice cream truck down the street in my bare feet. I will miss short shorts and camping (two of my passions in life). I will even miss the sound of the cicadas. But we both know Fall will always have my heart.
See you next year,