I can hear him cackling. I can see his eyes glinting out between licks of a Hellish flame as he mutters incantations of “Ingrown hair…stubble…inflammation…That will surely stop her from having too much fun.”
“It’s working…” *cackle cackle cackle*
Come to think of it, though, the Devil should really be on my side, considering all the depraved shit my itchy pussy and I get into. God’s got the more conservative bent, I hear. Continue reading
The bulb seemed like a less intimidating option. I didn’t like the looks of those full-on fucking irrigation systems: I can’t tell whether they belong in a hospital room or an industrial agriculture operation, but they certainly don’t belong up my tender, inexperienced little bum hole. Continue reading
You can read about last night’s lovely overnight date with The Engineer here. This post is the stunningly disgusting Epilogue to that. Continue reading
[First paragraph is in response to A. worrying about tension between us if he were to help an old sub to move in late May:] “If I can just be blunt: I really don’t care. …It’s certainly nothing that has to be figured out 2 months in advance. I know you are a one-sub guy, but let’s please not pretend like we’re in a monogamous relationship. You’re married. I’m dating other people. I wouldn’t have walked into this situation if I had any intention of being territorial. I understand where you’re coming from, though, and it was thoughtful to check in with me about it.
“Lastly: Frankly, [A.], I was taken aback by your suggestion of subsidizing my rent. Continue reading
You should see the look on my face right now. I can’t seem to wipe off this confused, slightly perturbed cringe. Continue reading