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And a few more.
Hey, not that a damn one of you is probably looking at my hair, but any thoughts on whether the blow-dried straight or the earlier wavy business is a better look? I'm curious to see if anyone has
an opinion. My hair and I, we don't always get along.
Hey, apropos to nothing (well - sort of nothing, other than my desire to get laid), maybe tonight I will tell you all a story about my tattoo sessions and the fact that I have, like, an epic girlie hard-on for my tattoo artist. I have this fantasy in my head that will never come to fruition on account of he's engaged, but dammit, I have it. Any interest in hearing my sexy, dirty thoughts about that? Raise your hand.
And a few more.
Hey, not that a damn one of you is probably looking at my hair, but any thoughts on whether the blow-dried straight or the earlier wavy business is a better look? I'm curious to see if anyone has an opinion. My hair and I, we don't always get along.

.Aw, hey again, everyone. Didn't mean to run off and leave you hanging. Bit of a rough two weeks. Huge blizzard necessitated much shoveling, work necessitated working, school necessitated I feign interest in reading and regurgitating pretentious things, and then I had to put my dog to sleep on Saturday. Also, I have a friend staying with me for the month, and since I haven't made it habit to tell everyone I know what a deviant I am, finding time to discreetly be a perv has been tough.
I took a few pics tonight, though I had to hide in my bedroom under the guise of doing homework. No flash because it shows under the crack in the door, so the quality of these pics is for shit, but oh well. At least I got to burn off a little steam.
If you've PMed me lately and I ignored you, I apologize. Really have just been skipping in and out and haven't had the time to answer, but as always I really do appreciate the nice things everyone keeps saying to me. You guys are awesome.
On my tattoo story . . . been thinking about what there is to tell and I guess much of it is already there in what I've already said, so I don't know how much of a story there is. The tattooee/tattooer relationship is always going to be intimate, I think, because of the pain and the trust involved. It is moreso for me because this was my first tat, and probably because I am inherently a hesitant and distrustful person (says the girl now posting nudie pics and babbling randomly to strangers on the internet; okay, so I'm inherently contradictory too . . .)
So my tat guy. He's a cute kid. Awesome smile, funny as shit and happy to tease and make fun of me (make of it what you will--it's the way to my heart.) The thing is, once his reassurances proved entirely founded--once I figured out that I could not only tolerate the pain, but that I actually liked it--well, fuck. There's probably not a thing in the world I wouldn't let this kid do to me now.
I run my mouth incessantly when I'm in his chair because he just makes me feel safe and free to do so, but I have never said anything to him about this--I would never; he is engaged and I'm only a slut on the internet. But when it's Friday night and we're the only two in the place, and I'm topless and he is pretty much straddling me, so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, with the hum of the tat gun and that delicious sting all up my spine, well . . .
I think bad thoughts. I do.
. . .
And then I go home and vent my sexual frustration by taking dirty pictures and showing them to the rest of the world, right? Right. So about those dirty pictures. Like I said--the lighting sucks on account of the lack of flash--didn't even try to fix the color or anything like that--but whatever. Hopefully you still enjoy.
Nice tits too!
Aw, hey again, everyone. Didn't mean to run off and leave you hanging. Bit of a rough two weeks. Huge blizzard necessitated much shoveling, work necessitated working, school necessitated I feign interest in reading and regurgitating pretentious things, and then I had to put my dog to sleep on Saturday. Also, I have a friend staying with me for the month, and since I haven't made it habit to tell everyone I know what a deviant I am, finding time to discreetly be a perv has been tough.
I took a few pics tonight, though I had to hide in my bedroom under the guise of doing homework. No flash because it shows under the crack in the door, so the quality of these pics is for shit, but oh well. At least I got to burn off a little steam.
If you've PMed me lately and I ignored you, I apologize. Really have just been skipping in and out and haven't had the time to answer, but as always I really do appreciate the nice things everyone keeps saying to me. You guys are awesome.
On my tattoo story . . . been thinking about what there is to tell and I guess much of it is already there in what I've already said, so I don't know how much of a story there is. The tattooee/tattooer relationship is always going to be intimate, I think, because of the pain and the trust involved. It is moreso for me because this was my first tat, and probably because I am inherently a hesitant and distrustful person (says the girl now posting nudie pics and babbling randomly to strangers on the internet; okay, so I'm inherently contradictory too . . .)
So my tat guy. He's a cute kid. Awesome smile, funny as shit and happy to tease and make fun of me (make of it what you will--it's the way to my heart.) The thing is, once his reassurances proved entirely founded--once I figured out that I could not only tolerate the pain, but that I actually liked it--well, fuck. There's probably not a thing in the world I wouldn't let this kid do to me now.
I run my mouth incessantly when I'm in his chair because he just makes me feel safe and free to do so, but I have never said anything to him about this--I would never; he is engaged and I'm only a slut on the internet. But when it's Friday night and we're the only two in the place, and I'm topless and he is pretty much straddling me, so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, with the hum of the tat gun and that delicious sting all up my spine, well . . .
I think bad thoughts. I do.
. . .
And then I go home and vent my sexual frustration by taking dirty pictures and showing them to the rest of the world, right? Right. So about those dirty pictures. Like I said--the lighting sucks on account of the lack of flash--didn't even try to fix the color or anything like that--but whatever. Hopefully you still enjoy.
And the rest. Sorry, I got a little silly at the end there. And yeah, I guess I'm like "what the fuck is the point?" on the face blurring anymore, since anyone who knows me is going to recognize my bedroom about as easily as my face anyway. Look at me living dangerously. Woo-hoo, eh?
Oh, hey, and anyone who knows me--before y'all call me out for posting naked pics on the internet, remember that you're looking at naked pics on the internet. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, that's what I thought.
And the rest. Sorry, I got a little silly at the end there. And yeah, I guess I'm like "what the fuck is the point?" on the face blurring anymore, since anyone who knows me is going to recognize my bedroom about as easily as my face anyway. Look at me living dangerously. Woo-hoo, eh?
Oh, hey, and anyone who knows me--before y'all call me out for posting naked pics on the internet, remember that you're looking at naked pics on the internet. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, that's what I thought.
Sabella,
God it was well worth the wait, you are beautiful, and your butt looks good enough to eatNice tits too!
As we used to say when I was younger: "I'd like to bite you in the butt, develop lock-jaw and be dragged to death"
Thank you for coming back and gracing us with more images of your beautiful form.![]()
wow, what a beautiful face you have
*shrug*
I think you're cool.
. . .

In.fucking.credible.