I’ma gonna be sharing a tumblr with Little one now, becasue honestly, that makes more sense.
It is here: Boss and Little one
I’ve already started using that one, so this one will be gone.
If you want even more porn/pictures of food and awkward bdsm/sex jokes and observational humor and occasional nervous laughter, follow me thurr
For lunch. ‘Twas as an hour of tortures.
It is Ramadan, and Little one can’t eat. So he watched me devour a delicious bowl of shrimp pad thai.
On the way back to drop me off, I scratched and pinched, and clawed at his hand while he drove, and sucked his fingers at stoplights.
His faces. Eyes half lidded, biting his bottom lip, the occasional gasp.
Perfect.
For his task, I made him mentally re-live those sensations in his mind.
over
and over
and over again, until he spoke with me tonight.
In other news, I did that thing where I zoned out in front of the copier because I was thinking about Little one eating me out again.
