Boots
‘I’m not sure I can walk in these’. ‘Well then, little cunt, I guess you’ll have to crawl’.
‘I’m not sure I can walk in these’. ‘Well then, little cunt, I guess you’ll have to crawl’.
Short skirt + thigh highs = A Look
Pink when you’re blushing inside, baby Pink is the truth you can’t hide, maybe Pink like the folds of your brain, crazy Pink as we all go insane I’ve never been a huge fan of the colour pink. Call it internalised misogyny, a fear of being lost in oppressive gender norms or reading as too…
This gag is a belated birthday present from my most esteemed friend and comrade @Katelessons. Thank you, gorgeous! As soon as I fastened it I had a very strong impulse to get nearly naked and take pictures, and after a dry spell as dusty and mean as 2020 thusfar that was enormously cheering. …
I received some rope in the post today (non- essential? A little bit of fun is very essential, I think). I adore breast bondage but haven’t had any rope or a partner for a while, so on occasions I’ve had to improvise with stockings and the like. I think the effect is quite pleasing.
New home. Fairylights, wooden floors and a high bed. Same old tits, though.
She’ll be back one day.
I’m pretty hard on my hosiery.
I don’t look into their windows and assume they don’t look into mine. What are they going to see, anyway? A medium- sized, middle- aged woman rolling off her airbed and padding into the kitchen to shake oats into a pan, eat applesauce from the jar with a spoon as the porridge plaps quietly,…