Man alive, was I ready for this with him. And I thought he was, too. He certainly led me to believe he wanted it as much as I did. I packed my little carryon bag full of toys and pretty lingerie. And lube. Lots and lots of lube. But he pushed me away pretty early on, and I became sulky, petulant, tearful. I didn’t like myself one little bit when we were together - neither the way I felt inside nor the way I behaved. He did not make me a better person. A frustrated, depressed one, yes. Because he wasn’t even into toyless lovemaking. He shoved me aside when I tried to touch him, to suck him. Maybe it was because he was exhausted and stressed, maybe because he kept thinking of his former lady love, hoping she would magically run away with him if he just remained true to her memory. So now that it appears I am completely in the friend zone, I keep reminding myself of these facts. He is beautiful. but he brings me great unhappiness.
(Source: gar-so, via peggingwithasmile)
My favourite ginger has been hard at work, playing with a penis pump. And look at the results! How marvelous, don’t you think? Not merely larger and harder, but that glorious redblooded American-engorged appearance. Well done, slut. Well done, indeed.
I’d been trying to get him to come visit me while I am on a bit of a sabbatical back east, which I knew was a long shot, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? And he sent me the nicest photo.
Him: Sadly, I think I’ll have to wait until you come back home to pound my little hole, and give me a much overdue spanking.
Me: HUMPH. you are a very bad boy to disappoint Me this way, and your bottom will suffer greatly.
Him: Well, I sincerely hope so. Can’t wait to please you…
See what happens when I think of all the naughty things you’ll do to me…
I wish I could hold him just like this each of those times he needs comforting. He’s confused and anxious so often, and I’m so far away. But I do the best I can and hope he can feel my arms around him, even though we’re in different time zones.
(Source: beaugarit, via domme-chronicles)
Still waiting for someone to walk by and catch me in the act. I guess for now my secret remains safe.
I’m sure it’ll be an exciting day when someone does find you. Always impressed by your ability to get shots like this after tying yourself up. A true art.
Cute. I somehow like the pointed toes.
I love this. It reminds me so much of my favourite escape artist. When I sent him the link, he replied in his typical self deprecatory way. I wish he could see himself the way I see him.
J: well the guy is a lot hotter but i understand the connection
you are plenty hot
J: i don’t wait by windows naked normally though
he is younger
but the cam stuff
i am way into that
me: OH, I KNOW! ;-D
That barely-there wiggle to keep the tail wagging is adorable.
OH, DAYUM. How I’d love to get one of these for my pet. It’d be such a nice addition to the look when I leash and collar him.
"Look who woke up thinking of you"
I read his email and smiled, knowing full well what awaited me when I clicked on the attachment. And yet I still felt a thrill of surprise that a sexy man would think enough of me to construct such a note, take such a photograph, sport such a lovely erection. He’s met me in person, and we’ve played together. He has experienced the joy of taking my mighty shecock. And he wants to come back for more.
I must have done something right. Thank heavens.
That Master Yoda. He understands the importance of training. I tried to explain the value of a good swat to a fellow the other day. The lack of any cognition in his face told me this was a lost cause. No biggie. There are lots of boys who get it. And if I’m in the mood to receive, there are men who grok, too.
(Source: trustmoore, via tee--gg)
Food porn. Yes, it’s fun to enjoy it on your own. But it’s twice as nice with a partner in crime.
(Source: atypicalhipstaa, via mynaughtyself)