Buttons pushed.  s-exploits: “But…I’m shy. Must I bend over to show you…everything?”

Buttons pushed. 

s-exploits: “But…I’m shy. Must I bend over to show you…everything?”

Yeahhhh… I keep trying to think of something clever to say but I’m just gawkin’ at her…. (Gif of Fox, of the-wolf-and-the-fox)

Yeahhhh… I keep trying to think of something clever to say but I’m just gawkin’ at her….

(Gif of Fox, of the-wolf-and-the-fox)

As if I didn’t already love Radeo enough… logicrovers: i love wit. 

As if I didn’t already love Radeo enough…

logicrovers: i love wit. 

Thoughts in my head: It’s getting cold. Pout. This afternoon has been like a dream. See above. I’m only halfway through telling you about our second night with Ben and Bette… I hope to find time to write the rest tonight. In the previous sentence I accidentally typed sexond instead of second. Hee hee. Dirty typo ftw. Cumming with my panties pulled down is kind of one of the best things.  I dyed my own hair for the first time in a while. It took two boxes and I missed a spot. One more box needed. Ugh. But still… way cheaper than the salon. I miss my hairdresser, she’s the best conversationalist in the world, but we need to save some money and every bit helps. And poochy is a good cause. If I am very honest what I like the most about getting my hair done is the attention… the fussing, the touching, the shampooing….mmmm….. When you see someone’s patterns, and realise those patterns are self-destructive, you can’t then engage with them in those patterns without enabling them. This is easy to say but breaking your own pattern of enabling is hard too… I have had some GREAT suggestions from all of you on my strap-on search. I will definitely post all of the results of my research so that you can ooh and ahh at all of the pretty things too.  I am actually caught up with all of my Heart-mail for once! If you sent me something and did not get a response that it because either A) it was an unsolicited cock shot. B) it was inappropriate and I don’t engage with jerks. or most likely C) TUMBLR ASK/MAIL SYSTEM SUCKS BALLS AND MAKES THINGS MISAPPEAR AND GRRRR!!!!! If C was the case please resend. xo My birthday is very soon and I would like to add cuppycakes to the list of things I want.  That moment when something that rubbed you the wrong way sexually (or didn’t register on your lady-boner-radar at all) kind of makes your tummy do a somersault and you realise it kind of turns you on and you’re wet and conflicted because that’s icky and you’re not that kind of girl and you hate to admit you liked it because you don’t really understand what changed or why but the reality is you kind of want it. (***blushhhhhhhh***) Ahem… subject change. What do you do with jewellery from ex’s? Just wondering. Yay orgasms! (See above again.)

Thoughts in my head:

  • It’s getting cold. Pout.
  • This afternoon has been like a dream. See above.
  • I’m only halfway through telling you about our second night with Ben and Bette… I hope to find time to write the rest tonight.
  • In the previous sentence I accidentally typed sexond instead of second. Hee hee. Dirty typo ftw.
  • Cumming with my panties pulled down is kind of one of the best things. 
  • I dyed my own hair for the first time in a while. It took two boxes and I missed a spot. One more box needed. Ugh. But still… way cheaper than the salon. I miss my hairdresser, she’s the best conversationalist in the world, but we need to save some money and every bit helps. And poochy is a good cause. If I am very honest what I like the most about getting my hair done is the attention… the fussing, the touching, the shampooing….mmmm…..
  • When you see someone’s patterns, and realise those patterns are self-destructive, you can’t then engage with them in those patterns without enabling them. This is easy to say but breaking your own pattern of enabling is hard too…
  • I have had some GREAT suggestions from all of you on my strap-on search. I will definitely post all of the results of my research so that you can ooh and ahh at all of the pretty things too. 
  • I am actually caught up with all of my Heart-mail for once! If you sent me something and did not get a response that it because either A) it was an unsolicited cock shot. B) it was inappropriate and I don’t engage with jerks. or most likely C) TUMBLR ASK/MAIL SYSTEM SUCKS BALLS AND MAKES THINGS MISAPPEAR AND GRRRR!!!!! If C was the case please resend. xo
  • My birthday is very soon and I would like to add cuppycakes to the list of things I want. 
  • That moment when something that rubbed you the wrong way sexually (or didn’t register on your lady-boner-radar at all) kind of makes your tummy do a somersault and you realise it kind of turns you on and you’re wet and conflicted because that’s icky and you’re not that kind of girl and you hate to admit you liked it because you don’t really understand what changed or why but the reality is you kind of want it. (***blushhhhhhhh***)
  • Ahem… subject change. What do you do with jewellery from ex’s? Just wondering.
  • Yay orgasms! (See above again.)

(Source: love--and-lust)

Oh my. I think Mr. Bear might have some competition…. (Thanks Kate! You’re the bestest!!! Totally Heart fodder!) makegoodchoiceskate: This has Heart written all over it. 

Oh my. I think Mr. Bear might have some competition….

(Thanks Kate! You’re the bestest!!! Totally Heart fodder!)

makegoodchoiceskate: This has Heart written all over it. 

(Source: lolitasheartshapedglasses)

“But Daddy….” He loved the sound of her pout, the way her face fell. He loved the way she fidgeted when she felt him looking. “No fussing.” That was all it ever took to keep her good. whyexactly: Just like that. Just lie there and practice being exposed and pretty.

“But Daddy….”

He loved the sound of her pout, the way her face fell. He loved the way she fidgeted when she felt him looking.

“No fussing.”

That was all it ever took to keep her good.

whyexactly:

Just like that.

Just lie there and practice

being exposed

and pretty.

(Source: coreha)

I keep writing things and scrapping them and deleting them and starting over. Again. And again. And again. Everything is such a jumble, it comes out all wrong. Then I thought “I’ll just post pictures of my ass!” because that always seems like a great plan, but I keep fussing over photos and crops and what to leave out and what to keep in. I’ve never struggled so much to just hit “publish”. So I’m gonna post Stoya’s hotness and let that fill in while I figure out a game plan here.

I keep writing things and scrapping them and deleting them and starting over. Again. And again. And again. Everything is such a jumble, it comes out all wrong. Then I thought “I’ll just post pictures of my ass!” because that always seems like a great plan, but I keep fussing over photos and crops and what to leave out and what to keep in. I’ve never struggled so much to just hit “publish”. So I’m gonna post Stoya’s hotness and let that fill in while I figure out a game plan here.

(Source: teensexgirls)

“Did you keep your panties around your knees the whole time baby?” “Promise.”

“Did you keep your panties around your knees the whole time baby?”

“Promise.”

“Are you touching yourself?” “Mmm hmm.” “Good girl. Pull your panties down for me a little.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Good girl. Pull your panties down for me a little.”

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