It’s been seven days since I was first told to post this. Seems only fair (to Master) that I post seven pictures.
So you see! It can always be worse. Always. I should staple that note to my forehead.
But the horror is somewhat offset by being allowed to use a cut. I don’t know if everything will be behind a cut or if it’s just these particularly raunchy photos and I don’t care. Do not look a gift cut in the mouth. ;-)
So why are these any more vulgar to me than anything else we’ve posted? Well, besides the obvious up-close and personal view(s) of my most private areas, a lot of my reluctance is probably mental in nature. I was freshly fucked and Master was quite enamored with how swollen and pink and wet it all was.. and then the hair (which is getting grossly long now. I could have dreadlocks. Srsly.) so I wasn’t feeling any sort of clean or fresh or attractive… and then he was down there, all up in my “business” with the stupid camera, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’ and poking here and there and snapping pictures and telling me how they were gonna be posted and how he could see *everything* and.. and..
and if I keep yakking I can further delay the inevitable click of the ‘publish’ button.
Okay, okay. Just do it already. Bah.