“No, Master, the marks are still showing. Honest!”
I’m in the land of the midnight sun. It never stops being day, or starts being night.
But if you pull the curtains they have up here, it’s night, eternal night, until you want it not to be.
Today I’m wandering about Sweden’s highest mountains, and eating reindeer burger beside some lake.
I’ve got nothing bdsm to write about today. Here’s another marble girl, whose pants would be on fire if she were wearing any. She’s from the Konstvarmuseet, back in Stockholm.