Next Lunar Eclipse, This Is Me Lol

This is hot as hell and beautifully written

I know I’m supposed to stay still, I promised I would, but after sitting on your lap for so long, my body betrayed me. My white skirt rides up slightly, the material pooling around my hips. I can't bring myself to meet your eyes, but I can feel your gaze on the nervous little tremble in my hands where I’m gripping your shoulders. After a couple more minutes, I slowly begin to shift my hips against your thigh, the movement causes a quiet gasp to escape. My cheeks burn, knowing you can feel the wet patch on my lace panties. I should pull away, but instead, I press down experimentally, just to hear the sharp inhale it pulls from you. The sound goes straight through me, heat pooling in my belly. My hips move on their own, seeking the friction I desperately want.

“Look at me baby,” you murmur, and when I don’t, your hand wraps around my throat, not quite putting any pressure, but the position is enough to make me pause. You then use your thumb to lift my chin up to meet your gaze.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl? Hm?”

You purr, voice deep and soothing.

“I do mommy!! I promise I do!" I whimper, tightening my grip on your cotton shirt.

"I-I didn’t mean to-" But the lie dissipates when your hand slides up into my shirt and across my spine, pressing me flush against your chest.

"You didn’t mean to?" Your other hand grips my thigh.

“Then why are you still grinding on me like you’re starved for it…. Be honest, sweetheart. You want me to ruin you.” And god, I do. My lips part, but no words come out. Just a shaky exhale as the ache between my thighs is unbearable now.

“I think you need a reminder of how to behave,” You murmur, your voice velvety. I can feel your smirk against my neck before you pull back to catch my gaze. Your touch softens for a moment, your thumb stroking gentle circles into my skin as your expression shifts, still dominant, but softer and more gentle.

“Colour?” you ask, your voice quieter now, giving me space.

"Green,” I say, my voice trembling. "So green.” You lean in to brush your lips against my forehead.

"Good girl," you murmur, the praise making me smile. Then, just like that, the gentleness sharpens back into command.

“Now, you didn’t listen to my rules sweetheart" you chide, your voice dropping with that tone that makes my stomach flip.

“And we both know you can do better than that.” In one smooth motion, you pull me across your lap so I’m laying with my stomach pressed to your thighs. My fingers scramble to grab onto the couch cushions.

"How many?” you ask, your palm resting on my back. I bite my lip before saying, "H-However many you think I deserve mommy.” You hum approvingly, as your fingers trail teasingly along the curve of my backside.

“Mmm, I think fifteen will do the trick.” The number rolls off your tongue like a promise.

“Are you ready? Remember, we can stop anytime you need my sweet.” You rub soft circles on my skin reassuringly.

“I’m ready, I promise!” Nodding at my words, you land the first spank, causing me to squeal at the painful but also pleasurable feeling that just shot through me. Your hand lingers, soothing the sting before the next one falls harder this time. I arch into your touch, my toes curling.

“Count for me," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. I whimper, but obey.

"One, thank you mommy!" By the third, my voice is shaking. By the fifth, I'm squirming in your lap, my skin a light shade of pink, my breath, ragged little pants..

My dream house lol

What's your favourite position, and how may I serve you mistress?

First point, I'm not your Mistress, I'm only that to one person and that's cos he's my partner, beloved submissive and an amazing man.

How you can serve? You can serve yourself by educating yourself to be a little more original or informative in an ask.

My favourite position right now is sat with the cat on my lap, listening to the rain and drinking a cup of tea.

Omg ... I need her so bad lol

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The sandman has clearly never been to Ipswich

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

Ok so ive posted on these before but it deserves a further post as the flowers have developed ... Stunning pink purple dragon mouths on the flowers (there probably a technical name) ... And planning to put the plant somewhere in my small border today where I sit out and have a cup of tea ... Or wine at the weekend lol. Beautiful

Aha ha. This is sooooo true.

Being irregular or having rough edges is a good thing

I am so ridiculously happy for kazuyuki Ishihara winning both gold and best in show ... His reaction just amazing... Have loved his courtyard gardens with soft dark moist moss so much, and this year's main avenue was a departure, but still so true to form. Only just watched today, I gasped so loud I swear a little wee came out. Lol. Well done sir.

Now this is the blooming flower of femininity I treasure, no drama, it cups under my hand and knows it's place. It's sweetness? I'll wait till I crush it for nutrients lol