I’m making a public post to declare that the only two people who own me are my Miss Marceline @l0s3rg1rlie and my mommy willow @WillowTheWisps_ ❤️ I love them both so much and they are two of the sweetest and loveliest women I have ever talked to ❤️. Thank you for accepting me 🙇♂️
puppy can't help but touch, hm? you crave my touch so immensely that you just can't avoid pleasing yourself and imagining it's me? aww.. poor baby. it's okay, i'm here.. i'll do a much better job pleasing you. you don't have to settle for your own hands anymore, pup.
premature ejaculation is actually the biggest compliment a girl can receive :3 like awwwww you’re so fucking gooned out rn you can’t even hold it??? that’s soooo cute omg 😵💫 i didn’t even take my top off n ur already spurting??? poor little virgin 😆😆🫵🏻
Sorry puppy... You cant sleep in bed with me! You've got a lovely cage with all your toys in it. Just let mommy put you in there until tomorrow, okay sweetie?
USA. A restaurant. I could not finish my meal, and I bowed my head in shame.
Then they handed me a box, and I nearly wept.
The plate had been enormous. I am a samurai; I do not surrender to food. But this was a siege, and halfway through I knew I could not win. I set down my fork. In my country, to leave food on the plate is to insult the rice, the farmer, the cook, and your own ancestors, roughly in that order. So I sat there, quietly making peace with my dishonor.
Then the waitress smiled and said the most beautiful sentence I have heard here.
"You want a box for that?"
A box. To take it. Home.
I went still.
"You would save it?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course. It's still good."
It's still good. Three words my grandmother said to me a thousand times, across an ocean, in another language, over a bowl I was not allowed to leave.
I had crossed the world expecting to find everything different here. And a stranger in an apron had just handed me my grandmother's exact heart, in a small paper container, without knowing she had done anything at all.
I took the box. I held it like a newborn. I bowed to her, to the cook, and to the half a sandwich within, which would now live to see another day.
That night I ate it by a window, slowly, the way you eat something that was nearly lost. It was, if anything, better the second time. Everything saved is.
So now I order too much on purpose. Not from greed. From faith. Because I have learned that here, the same as home, a meal does not end when you are full.
It ends when the box is empty.
And the box is never empty the same day.
Which means a good meal can last forever,
as long as someone, anyone, still believes it is too good to waste.
Thought of today:
A dom can blush
A dom can feel joy
A dom can feel excited
A dom can feel the urge to break you
Some of them will reward in compensation, with words, time, company, attention.
Maybe this is a weird dynamic: a toy maker who loves to play, break their plaything
Vampire couple who were turned together! It's very romantic to be together forever, but it's a shame they can't feed on each other! ...It can be fun to bring a mortal back to share though, kissing around a vein, or around something else warm and full of life~