Boobs and stuff.
Real life has been keeping me too busy.
But I am scheduling some writing time soon, and I promise to update you properly on all the madness.
You also might be interested to know I bought some cute legwarmers and bodysuits to shoot some pictures in…. and I have some fun photoshoots coming up.
I always do.
I never submit pictures to other blogs.
“I love it when you guys post pictures that show scratch marks… I really like being scratched and since I’m super pale the red lines stand out. Post-play pictures to show you. <3”
post-play pictures rule <3
Whenever I get to spend quality time with someone’s boobs I always feel a greater appreciation of my own boobs. It’s like having the opportunity to love and caress breasts and curves and nipples makes me just love boobs so much that it transfers. I see my boobs in a whole new light.
My boobs are very small. I’m somewhere between an A and a B cup and they fluctuate with my cycle and my weight. Sometimes they look luscious and other times it’s like where are they? They’re little.
So are Belle’s. She’s actually the first small breasted girl I’ve slept with. (I don’t have boobs so I like boobs k, I know you understand.) And they are beautiful. Like, I love them. Her nipples, ugh, they are so small and perfect and perky it’s just like gahhhh I need to have my lips on you. (And full disclosure, sometimes you guys reply to pictures or send me messages saying “your nipples… I just…. gah…I want them in my mouth” and I’ve always appreciated the…uh… sentiment, but in my head I was like “whaaaa shut up omg they’re just regular nipples shush why would you say that shush not listening blush factory the end”. But now I get it. I TOTALLY FUCKING GET IT! Because her nipples. Mmmm. Fuck.)
Either way boobs are awesome and I love them.
Thank you for your time.
*and shakes boobs*