I bought new slutty clothes because my old ones don’t fit. Some of the new ones didn’t fit either, but I’m used to that. Even when I’m at my thinnest my tits will be too large for about two thirds of the clothes I try on- zips won’t do up, buttons strain, velcro fastenings meet…
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.
I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of a new quartercup bra. Pointless things, really, unless like me you enjoy falling out of things to the degree of it being a kink in itself. I don’t know if this kink has a name; I guess it’s just a very, very specific form of exhibitionism. If we’re mining my…
Sometimes a cliche is a cliche because it works.
This is a meme I can get behind.