Sunday, May 1, 2016

The Lawnmower Now Has My Assprint.

To celebrate May Day, the tradition is, of course, the outdoor fucking.  Master and I went on a long walk and I thought for sure he was going to pull me into the woods somewhere, but, though he gave me some sidelong very considering glances, he did not.

  Instead he waited until we got all the way home and made me kneel in the dirt of an open shed to suck him.  He got me mostly naked and bent me over the (very dusty) lawnmower, then on my knees again.  Then he picked me up and plunked me down on the hood of the lawnmower.   My pants were still on, around my ankles, and also my shoes.  But he simply raised my legs to one of his shoulders and took me like that.  Lawnmowers work something like sex swings, evidently.  

I know I posted this before, but it is the song of the day:

  First of May.

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