coffeycrumbles:

no. 376

Ah found a curling iron! 

malorie-stiln:

rowanmyrna:

Ah meant ta put this up yesterday for St.Patrick’s day. Luck of the Irish an’ all!

My, my, I do think being as pretty as you is as rare as one of your four-leaf clovers.

Y-You flatter me, Mistress… [blushes] Ah’ve found one before though.

Ah meant ta put this up yesterday for St.Patrick’s day. Luck of the Irish an’ all!

ooc

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Some of these pictures make me think I should excuse myself

malorie-stiln:

Letting out a load groan, Mal couldn’t control the jerking motions of her hips as Rowan’s attention made her body heat up mercilessly. She couldn’t stop shaking as Rowan kept her on edge by switching around her method of attack. It felt so good to have her fingers press inside her, but they pressed against her clit so nicely, too. Her thighs were trembling when Rowan returned to push her tongue into her pussy and that sent her right to the edge while Rowan’s enthusiasm pushed her  over it. She grabbed at Rowan’s hair as her back arched and a loud noise erupted from her throat, holding the girl’s face close as she trembled her way through her orgasm. The release felt wonderful and Mal was breathing heavily by the time it was over, using her grip on Rowan’s hair to tug her up, encouraging her to move upwards for a proper kiss. “I think you certainly get an A for this lesson,” Mal said weakly.

Ro licked the juices that had spilled from Malorie up eagerly, taking every last bit. She let the woman ride out her orgasm like she had hers. She crawled her way back up to Malorie, licking the juices off of her face as she did. Using her finger she wiped off the rest, and licked it off of them. “So Ah did right, Mistress?” She asked softly, kissing the her deeply. She felt so wonderful that she’d pleased the Mistress. It was what she was supposed to do, and she’d done it. she couldn’t stop the smile that stayed on her lips. 

malorie-stiln:

Laughing lightly in amusement, Mal brought her face to Rowan’s and kissed her deeply, taking her time to steal the girl’s breath away before breaking the kiss and releasing her hold. “Nothing wrong with being an affectionate kitty,” Mal reassured her, running her fingers through Rowan’s soft, bright hair. “It would make me very happy to play with such a sweet kitty. I’m not sure if I have a cat tail in my toy box, but would kitty like to see?”

She beamed at the kiss, pressing her head closer to the fingers that soothed her by running through her hair. “Yes, kitty would l-love to see, M-Mistress.” She murmured,trying to keep her voice steady. She pressed herself close to Malorie, wrapping her her arms around the woman’s center, nuzzling herself close to her favorite person in the manor. “C-Can your kitty see your toy box, M-Mistress?

(Source: rowanmyrna)

backwardsmaverick:

rowanmyrna:

N-no sir… I-It’s just… you’re quite a bit bigger than Ah… a-and… you’re a master.. are slaves n-not supposed to fear masters? My apologies, sir…

Ruling through fear is a coward’s method.

That’s a good motto, sir… M-More people should l-learn it…

backwardsmaverick:

rowanmyrna:

[takes a deep breath] Ah’m not trying t-to be endearing, sir. You are intimidating.

How so? I’m sitting around harmlessly minding my own business. Have I ever given you need to fear me?

N-no sir… I-It’s just… you’re quite a bit bigger than Ah… a-and… you’re a master.. are slaves n-not supposed to fear masters? My apologies, sir…