Your inner voice, that Jiminy Cricket mofo who tells you in no uncertain terms what you shouldn’t do, is screaming right now. Tell him to shut tf up. Keep your hand on my thigh. Steady your fingers as they work under the hem of my skirt. I don’t care who else is around. Neither should he. #sveros

If you bring me coffee in bed you can take a picture of my ass and comment on pillow creases on my cheeks too

Aw, poor baby. You feeling it today? Was I a little rough? You told me to slap and squeeze your balls. You said you needed my teeth. You wanted something intense. And you came so hard and so much and thanked me after. I’m not done with you though. Grab your ice pack and follow me up to bed. #sveros

Did I fucking stutter?

Grab hold of this day. Take it into your own hands. You got this.

I got the blues. I got the too-much-to-do-not-enough-time-to-do-it-in bluuuuues

We need to address this fuckup, you say as you hold me down at the small of my back I’m sorry, I say, the hint of a smile across my face For what? you ask, flexing your fingers I won’t do it again, I lie, impatient for the spanking I’m due Each strike strengthens my resolve to repeat it #sveros

Rather than squeezing into these pants I’d rather my ass be squeezing around you

It’s downright unprofessional, the things you do to me during working hours. The way you slip so readily inside my wanting cunt while emails pile up. The way your tongue rims my ass while the phone goes unanswered. The way we cum again and again while projects go unfinished. I love it. #sveros #W1PP

Happy Wagon Wednesday to all who celebrate

Do I make you anxious, baby? I’ve seen you shift in your seat when I walk by, an extra spring in my step and sway in my hips, my heels clacking on the floor. I’ve noted your eyes dart to my cleavage as if of their own volition, unable to help but look. I’ve felt your hug and handshake in- #sveros

Remember to honour the tradition of pride by throwing bricks at fascists.

Opiate of the masses #AlexAsks

Laughing with you never stops there. It’s my lips crushing to yours, our teeth clicking together through our smiles. It’s giggles with my face pressed into your neck. It’s gasping for breath and tears streaming down my cheeks. It’s clawing at your clothes. It starts as silly and ends as sex. #sveros

Firm, yet tender

I get to watch the magic happen! I wish I had artistic ability, but since I don’t I’m especially grateful that artists like voh exist 🫠 (You’re welcome to spank me anytime, voh)

I was going to turn this vest into a battle jacket full of patches and pins and studs but the leather is so soft I can’t bear to cover it all up

I might just melt clear away

Go team! Thank you voh xx

Sports - Viagara Boys youtu.be/QjL7D33xpS4

Just slide your hand up the back of my thigh and up my dress a little bit

Your work can wait. What can’t wait is the need I feel for you. I need your lips on mine, then working down my body, then pressed to my pussy. I need to cum riding you, working my clit against you. I need you fucking my ass, working in slowly and building speed and intensity until you fill- #sveros

Sometimes it’s nice to wear a pretty set of underthings just to have a sexy little secret as you go about your day. That way when you’re talking to a total asshole bitchmonger twatwaffle you can at least have the thought that your tits look fantastic and they can’t see them, boo f’n hoo

My nails slide up and down your shaft, so lightly and softly they’re barely touching you. We’ve been at this for so long that you’re panting, body held still, a stream of moans coming from deep in your chest. That’s not the only stream- a trail of precum drips from your tip. Delicious. #sveros #W1PP

Behold. Here is my ass.

Omfg what day even is it? Love me a holiday weekend but I’m all mixed up now. Somebody bring me coffee

Touch grass.

Artists make their subjects more beautiful through their work

I am (your name) God/dess of (predictive text) bringer of (predictive text). Fear me because (predictive text). I am Em, goddess of love, bringer of death. Fear me because I’m a little bit more powerful than you. The predictive text gods smiled upon me today 🤣

This is the magic of artists- Voh has turned me into a ghost and I couldn’t be happier 🥰👻

This post is late because I turned off my alarm to let myself sleep, and here is where you can kiss if you have any problem with that. Actually you should kiss it regardless.

Squishy Saturday

Of course I see you staring. You’re not subtle. It’s all well and good that your sunnies are tinted dark, but tilting your head down and craning your neck does, in fact, indicate that you’re checking out my butt. I’ll sway my hips a little as I walk by, again. Nice bulge, by the way. #sveros

Why do you keep stopping in the middle of your sentence just finish your thought already

It’s barely coming down, just spitting a little. Let’s go for a walk. Our favorite path shouldn’t be busy so we can slip off into the clearing and feel the raindrops on our skin as we fumble with our damp clothes, your fingers playing along the streams of water as it cascades down my body. #sveros

Stop! What song are you listening to right now? Or what was the last song you listened to? Mine: music.youtube.com/watch?v=wYht...

Feeling like Superman here

Your tongue traces languid paths over my smooth skin and I shiver as the cool air raises gooseflesh in its wake. You’ve been at this for so long that I wonder if you’re getting bored. But you’re in control, teasing me, and can stop when you want to, which I hope is no time soon. #sveros #W1PP

Is my ass summoning a demon or something? What is happening here?

My hair acts as a screen in front of my face, hiding my expression from your gaze in the mirror in front of us. You reach and grab a handful in your fist, tilting my head up and allowing yourself a glimpse of the bliss written across my features as you slowly enter me from behind. #sveros

Stepping out of my shower like

Song of the day- Imaginary Fire by Carpenter Brut I want to retroactively add it to The Crow soundtrack

My thong may be beige and boring but I’m not. Actually, nvm, I kind of am. Totally cool with it though.

I’m not doing Sinful Sunday today. I’m doing Sleepy Sunday. This is the most clothing I plan on wearing and if you catch me doing much more than putting my feet up with a good book on my lap yell at me until I resume relaxing.

Invert a band A Flawed Circle

Little blue pill? Nah. Little red panties. (No judgement if it works for you. I’m not here to yuck your yum. Go get it. Just for less than 4 hours, or else)

I’m only pretending to be asleep, so I hear you rustling as you don the mask, arrange the toys, grab the knife. You told me to sleep in clothes I don’t care about, so it’s no surprise when I feel the blade start to slice my shirt and feel your hand hold my wrists. Wake me. I can’t wait. #sveros

It’s Friday. How did that happen?

You are such a pervert. You’re there in the waiting area, your car up on the platform, and you look as though you’re just idly scrolling your phone. But here I am, the vibrator you’re controlling making me squirm, about to cum any second as you grin and slide the toggle up. Perv. #sveros

How. F’n. Naughty. Do. I. Have. To. Be. To. Get. A. Spanking. Goddamnit wtf