i wish i could art.
I have the most considerate boyfriend ever who is willing to wake up up outrageously early hours because I want to get breakfast. I always felt so selfish for asking for things from a significant other. But we both just genuinely want to do good things for each other and be there for each other. It’s lovely to feel stable and functioning and happy.
"Want to talk politics while you spank me?"
"Yeah, I guess we can do that".
This morning I was feeling especially little and got Daddy his coffee and after shower towel. Its early, but its a good morning.
I study you like an old textbook;
Analyze until my brain begins to spin like an awful carnival ride.
I make myself sick on this tumultuous excursion repeatedly.
I tell myself:
It’s love, it’s dedication, infatuation, some kind of prize I could never give up.
Random life dream #12:
I want to be a hot alternative model.
jackie and i are perf and made a pact.
We are fucking determined in our fucking strange kinky fetish dreams. Must. Be. Someone’s. Pet. This is officially a life goal. Next we will buy new collars and search out the perfect masters (or mistress’s) for us.
I’m sure we’ll find them somewhere. And we’ll be oh so obedient because we like to be rewarded.