I’m not asking.

Happy Valentine’s Day I got you a present (It’s a band tee. In my size.)

#sveros You’re always calling me cute. Reaching the things I can’t, opening jars, carrying heavy stuff. But you know what’s *really* adorable? The way you beg and almost cry when I edge you, again, rather than let you cum. You look good tied up. Cute.

Massacre tomorrow All tied up today

#sveros I took more photos today. Well, I meant to. And I did snap a few but I don’t think they turned out. I got distracted thinking about your reaction, seeing them and liking them and maybe touching yourself to them, and before I knew it the cam was forgotten and it was I touching myself instead.

Couple days away only I’m on my knees for you

#sveros #W1PP I hold your heart. And you hold every disgusting, feral urge I can come up with. Keep being loving to me. Bring me coffee. Kiss me goodnight. Rub my feet. And then suck my toes when I stick them in your mouth, spank my ass until I’m bruised, let me draw blood down your chest. I love us

A day closer Feeling romantic yet?

#sveros It’s been about a month, and the healing is going well. So well, in fact, that I find my fingers drifting to play with the bars, slightly pulling and twisting, gasping at the remembered sensation. I’m so, so glad I had my nipples pierced again after all this time. I feel like me again.

Still Valentine’s Week I wore red for you

#sveros Wait. Let me do that again. You tried to stifle a whimper but I heard it. I’ll just squeeze a little tighter. Dig my nails a tad deeper. Bite a little harder. Slap a bit rougher. The way your body reacts and the near inhuman sounds coming from you are just delicious.

Happy Valentine’s Week I got you flowers

Drop some BATS 🏏🦇

Maybe we’re not always doomed to repeat history. Maybe sometimes it’s a privilege. www.laphamsquarterly.org/deja-vu/one-...

Just gonna have a seat a minute

#sveros The algo’s been visiting the Way Back Machine for this shower. We’ve danced to forgotten faves, our bodies slipping together as the water streams and we wash. When Volbeat’s Fallen came on I was transported to that one weekend, alone together with our music to guide our movements. Remember?

Fuck it Friday

#sveros When your need for me is consuming. When you can think of nothing else. When your body reacts to the mere thought of me, the hint of my perfume on the wind, the imagined lingering taste of me on your lips. When your craving reaches frantic levels... Then I might smile at you.

Ugh I need to find some time to do my nails #thighthursday

#W1PP #sveros Take a deep breath. Relax. You know I’m going to make you feel good, baby. Lay back and let me work my magic. I got you. We have all day; I’ll go slow. It’s nice and slippery with warm lube and I’ll stroke you as I push it in. I promise you’ll love it. Just breathe.

Biiiiiiiiiiiig stretch

#sveros You’re a different breed. I don’t understand you. You are so giving, so loving, so thoughtful and sweet and and and, and when I dig my nails into your skin and leave raised red lines, my teeth into your shoulder so that you grunt in pain, your only response is “please; more.”

Can’t I stay in bed today? No? I need to kick ass? But I don’t wanna.

“These violent delights have violent ends.” Ok. But god are they delightful. Your lips over my skin, my moans drifting through the window. Our bodies convulsing and writhing, shaking without control. This is my kind of violence: that which leaves me panting and sweaty. This end justifies the means.

When you wanna be smutty but it’s cold

I couldn’t possibly be sinful. I’m wearing white. That’s protection right? Wait is it keeping the sin out or in though??

Saturday vibes. Except not because it’s stupid late/early and I took this pic a hot minute ago. Just mentally here, sudsing and soaking

#sveros Don’t call me soft. Not when my nails are dug into your skin, nor my teeth in your flesh. Not when my face is buried into your chest so I can hear your heartbeat. Not when I’m trusting you enough to sleep in your arms. Only use that word to describe my lips, my skin, my soul against yours.

Blackout today 🤘🏻

#sveros You think you're getting away with something. First my knee. Up an inch. An adjustment of your hand. Your fingers creeping, crawling, climbing higher. Didn't you notice when I parted my thighs slightly, inviting you further?

Three sides. Three angles. #milf #thong #sbc

#W1PP #sveros Don’t mess this up. I’m trusting you, tied up like this, my ass in the air. You promised you’d make this worthwhile and you damn well better. You said I’d cum harder than I have in weeks, and I’m trusting you to make that happen. Bruise me. Redden me. Make me cum.

Omfg do I have to do everything myself around here?

#sveros My tits are heavy in my palms. My thumbs trace over my nipples, a moan escaping my lips. You wet yours with the tip of your tongue, and I can see your want as I close my eyes to enjoy my caresses. If you hadn’t been naughty, you’d be free to feel me instead of the ropes around your wrists.

Couple notes- not all colors look good on everyone. Wear them anyway. Also consider wearing a bra while doing Pilates.

Auditory Weighted Blanket- youtu.be/hwLa4VYL0BI The algorithm fed me this one earlier and it really perked my ears. Wonder why.

Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna pull up our big kid pants and face this week. We’re gonna kick ass and take f’n names. We got this. #thong #sbc #milf

This is a top that I wear in the summer. I put it on to remind myself that it will get sunny (in multiple ways) again someday.

Shit; been a little distracted. Here. Boobs.

Oh god.

Stick out your tongue. No don’t say Ahhh you fool we’re not playing doctor. Stick it out and let me hold your face as I rub my dripping pussy onto it, giving myself the stimulation you wish your flicking and sucking could provide. Hold still. I got this. #sveros

Cold af. Base layers help.

Occasionally my guy will wander in while I’m taking pics, and sometimes he’ll grab the smutphone and snap a couple for me. Very helpful! But I always notice pics at this angle when he’s involved. Huh.

#W1PP Per your instruction, I kneel before you. I'm dressed as you demand, pulling the towel from your damp body with my teeth. Today is yours. I am yours. (I always am, but that's irrelevant) My task is simple: make you cum before we go out. I gaze up at you and open my mouth for your use, wide.

I’m very studious. Elbow pads, mofo. #wagonwednesday

I’m here shivering buried under honest tf layers of blankets like some snowy 1800s farmwife when it occurs to me that I have an app on my phone where all I have to do is touch the screen in a certain area and it’ll increase the heat. What a f’n world. Anyway happy #TittyTuesday

How do you take your eggs? Good- make them that way and mine over easy, thanks. I guess you can wear the apron if you want.

Jammies jammies jammies jammies jammies #SnugglySunday

Jammies jammies jammies jammies jammies #SnugglySaturday

I love sitting on this artist’s couch. Thank you for sketching me!