[Hot and Dirty and Cake]

I can’t wait to have Master’s fist inside me again. This isn’t to scale, by the way; Master could never get his fist inside my Bundt (as opposed to my butt).

I miss him so much. But it’s a good ache.

Here’s a wayback. Great Wall of China, Nov 2006 (I think; maybe 05). I had hair!

I thought I’d posted this here before, but couldn’t find it in a scrollback. Good morning!

#nippleplay #tongue_out #inked #tattoos #muscleslave1

Sitting at Heathrow waiting to board my flight to the US. Yesterday traveling to London from Master’s home was hard, but knowing I’ll be back for the holidays helps.

Good morning. 😍

What a long strange trip it’s been already! I’m sitting in the Avanti West Coast lounge at Euston rail station in London. I slept through most of the flight (I don’t normally sleep on flights because apnea, but I hit bumped to Business and the seat that folds […]

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In this house we get excited over our cakes… 💦 Pistachio-limoncello pound-ish cake. Pistachio instant custard mix, limoncello, Skyr, butter, eggs, sugar etc. I’m my own worst critic, but this was pretty much a perfect bake.

It’s always Groundhog Day in DC.

Today’s garden bounty, and a purple tomatillo taste testing. With the basket, WYSIWYG— the layer of produce is generally no more than two deep with a cloth prop in the bottom. Not trying to fake anything here. 😂

I don’t make Dutch babies often enough. Brunch for two.