We were at our final show in Columbus. It was so fucking fun touring the USA with my fiancé. We had tons of sex, tons of dates, and tons of fun. He had to start putting handcuffs on me because I scratched him so much. But this time, I didn't have cuffs. And I made my masterpiece. (Image above)
I took a picture of it and Josh looked at me. "What are you doing?"
"Taking pictures of my masterpiece."
"You should look at the one on your neck." I got up and went to the bathroom. Sure enough, hickeys covered my neck and chest. But I live for it.
I went back to him and he took a picture. "Instagram?" I asked.
"Always." I opened the app and posted the picture of his back, captioning it 'My Masterpiece.'
We're very open about our relationship, even the DD/LB side of it. We're both consenting adults so they don't care. He calls me his princess and I call him my daddy. It's who we are. Why shouldn't we be honest with our fans?