Kate opened the package. She expected her latest paperback book order, but instead she found an antique book, carefully wrapped in paper and cloth, both crumbling a little at her touch. She turned back the package, wondering where the book had come from. Her little book store specialized in genre fiction, the kind of paperbacks people took on planes and to the beach. She didn’t deal in old books. The package bore her name and address on a handwritten label. The return address label was illegible in both handwriting and being half covered with stamps and notations from the post office. This package had seen some adventures getting to her.
This story stands alone, but if you want to read more about Natalie’s adventures check out Natalie’s Date
Natalie waited for Sir to come home. She knew he’d be home soon, and she’d put on the lingerie he’d requested. She loved the way she looked in the open cup bustier that held her tits aloft, but left them bare. She’d slid into the g-string. He’d asked her to wear the French maid apron, but that was all. She knelt next to the door and waited.
Sir had ordered princess over to his place.
I picked up some new lingerie because it was on sale. I was hesitate about it, given the size of my boobs. It’s perfect.
Last night, I went to a dungeon. I reconnected with a previous partner, and I had a thoroughly good time. Before I left, I flipped up my dress and took a picture. Here’s a glimpse under the little black dress I wore.
Maggie woke up from the dream with sodden panties, and a fierce need to masturbate. She’d never had a dream that intense before.
It’s spring! For me as a pagan, that means pushing myself out of the planning stages of things – moving from thought to action. It means thinking about life renewing and starting over.
So I’m reclaiming a picture that I have a lot of mixed feelings about. I’m making it anew, and moving forward… oh and I think it’s sexy as hell.
I can’t believe I made it through the whole month.
I struggled a lot with this project. I don’t take a lot of pictures of myself because I rarely like how I look.
The last 28 days forced me to work on body positivity.
I added some lens flare “ghosts” to this one.
My nesting partner makes a guest appearance in this picture.