In case anyone’s wondering, this is totally my kind of subbie girl.
I think about this a lot. Like, A LOT.
It’s not a fantasy. It’s just kind of like this aching need, but the interesting thing is that this need isn’t sexual. The feeling comes on when I’m in bed, um, not masturbating. It’s when I’m really sleepy and I roll over onto my side, and I have this…
if you are deeply and irrationally insecure all of the sudden for no good reason whatsoever.
Yes yes it saves me time loading the truck, but it also means that I have to run around frantically collecting all my hitty things, handcuffs, erotic literature, butt plugs, provocative underwear….
I just pray they don’t attempt to shove anything else into this red duffel bag.
That’s right baby…fuck yourself on my girlcock~
Aghhh. Jesus Christ.
Can I can I can I can I???
It’s cute how she wiggles her ass. She knows she’s in good hands, so to speak.
Don’t mind me. I’m just going to sit here and be all utterly mesmerized for a half hour or so.
And that’s slightly shocking, because when I had a profile up a year ago, I HATED collarme. But online dating-style websites (e.g. OkCupid) have generally worked out well for me and Fetlife just isn’t that useful unless you’re one of those “in the scene” types—which I am decidedly not.
Anyone have any other suggestions to offer as far as meeting other kinky types when I ship off to grad school?