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Wow, I reached 400 fans!! Big thank you to everyone who has ..
Wow, I reached 400 fans!! Big thank you to everyone who has joined me on this experiment. I'm blown away by your support and generosity.
The incredible response I've gotten to my portraits here was the final push I needed to buy a new laptop, as my 2016 Macbook started to fail as I edited my photographs. My new computer should arrive in early April. Hurrah!
More to come.
Hi friends! As promised, my episode of The Bed Post Podcast ..
Hi friends! As promised, my episode of The Bed Post Podcast with Erin Pim is now live. We talked about how I think about my work here on OnlyFans, the censorship of sex workers on social media, and the recent wave of brain-poisoned sex-negative discourse on Twitter. You can stream it wherever you listen to podcasts. https://thesonarnetwork.com/the-bed-post/episode/ella-dawson-2/
2023-03-21 21:51:06 +0000 UTC View Postsome snaps in bed appreciating the view of the forest from m..
some snaps in bed appreciating the view of the forest from my weekend cabin...
2023-03-23 22:04:10 +0000 UTC View PostI didn't put a preview image on my latest album from my cabi..
I didn't put a preview image on my latest album from my cabin trip this weekend, so here's a cropped teaser if you want to know what to expect!
2023-03-24 00:43:17 +0000 UTC View PostBig thank you to everyone supporting me here because you jus..
Big thank you to everyone supporting me here because you just paid for my new glasses!! Turns out I have astigmatism and that's why I've getting getting headaches while photo editing! Hot glasses shoot to come in April!!
2023-03-24 17:19:46 +0000 UTC View Post
diary entry: Halloween 2011 On Halloween you put on your c..
diary entry: Halloween 2011
On Halloween you put on your cowboy hat and guide on red lipstick and H puts your hair in french braids and draws freckles on your cheeks. You have drinks with your friends and take dozens of pictures of all of the costumes, J wearing only gym shorts and marker on his bare chest as a Scrabble tile, H as a pirate, L as a rather forlorn looking dog. It is cold outside, threatening snow, but you feel sexy, feel ready, want to dance at a loud party with flashing lights and get in trouble and maybe there is something to that point about costumes, how you get to be someone else, someone bolder, someone braver than yourself when you are not yourself.
You go to Psi U and you look at all of the guys, study their faces and their eyes and think about what you want from this evening, someone pretty, someone rugged, someone considerate, someone rude. The dance floor is empty and then it is so packed, music raging, sound cutting out every so often, and you make eyes at the DJ and smirk and he grins back, some frat bro who looks sweet, unpolished. You watch your friends dance with guys, but none good enough because you want ~something~ tonight, you just aren’t sure what.
The music stops, everyone yells. People shift, rearrange in the gaps, and you catch the eyes of a stranger a few feet away, smile, and he smiles back. He is all dimples and warmth, wearing all black with an Apple logo taped to his shirt, and his brown hair is rumpled and soft. It’s just a flicker of a moment and you assume that’ll be it. He cuts past you, keeps walking, and you let him go because it’s Psi U and it’s fleeting. But he moves past you to talk to J, and you think ‘friends’ and ‘nice’ and ‘why not?’ and you follow him closer to the stage and step slightly past him to punch J in the chest a few times, big smile, innocent happiness.
‘Is she hurting you?’ the beautiful stranger asks J, and you laugh, ‘I can’t do any damage, I’m too small!’ And then you’re talking and he did band with J and is on Kirk’s team and he lived in the Nics last year with H and he explains his punny costume to you ('iRock, get it?') and when the music kicks back in, it’s only natural that you dance together. He kisses you softly. The wire of your cowboy hat gets warped and bent as you try to hold onto it behind his back, and later outside the frat he laughs, tries to fold it back in shape.
He tells you in the bright light of his bedroom that he is the nice guy, friend-zoned as soon as he walks into a room, monogamous, and his bedroom is hopelessly boy messy and he offers you the choice of four flavors of Chapstick and he is just so wholesome and genuine and earnest that you find yourself wondering why you only get one night with guys like this. Why can’t you encounter them in line for waffles at the student center and strike up a conversation instead of collecting evenings here and there? There is a Williams NESCAC banner hanging upside-down on the wall in the living room and an X-Box stuffed under the tv and you could see yourself here in some alternate universe where you are capable of relationships and a boy like him would want to date a girl like you.
You have sex with him and it is the best you’ve had so far, not that the bar is very high. He asks you to trust him, to try a different position, and it is a relief to learn that sex doesn’t have to hurt, that nice guys can fuck you just like the jerks. He is tired and a lightweight and eventually you both stop, not finished but content. Then he tells you about the poli-sci major and you recommend that he listen to a podcast you love and he walks you to the door. You kiss him goodbye. You don’t ask for his number and later you will wish you had as you make the two thirty am walk of shame back to your dorm in your cowboy hat and boots. His name is S and he is a junior and he is your first real one night stand.
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should I start using onlyfans like twitter and post my chaot..
should I start using onlyfans like twitter and post my chaotic little gremlin jokes here?
2023-03-27 18:28:30 +0000 UTC View Postdiary entry: December 2011 - hallmate The hipster from down..
diary entry: December 2011 - hallmate
The hipster from down the hall Facebook chats you and you flirt a little because it is 1:30 am and why the hell not. You have always found him attractive, slender hips beneath tight caramel corduroy skinny jeans. He invites you over and you knock at his door and he lets you in, wearing only gray cotton pj bottoms and a sleepy expression. You crawl in bed with him, melting into the memory foam, and he pulls the covers over you both and tells you to turn off the light so you can see the stars. You laugh, you can’t help it. ‘That’s your move, isn’t it? I know because that’s mine too.’ He points out that you’re already in his bed.
You turn off the light and kiss him, not sure how this happened but running with it because it’s not like you haven’t thought about it before. The two of you are an even match, and you press back and forth and he blows wet across your earlobe as you pinch his nipple. He’s all smooth skin and brown hair and you wonder idly if your type is changing. He kisses a path slowly, torturously down your stomach, little butterfly whispers across your hips, and you think you might die right here, your fingers furled tight into the sheets. You pull him back up, bad timing, can’t now. Even so he weaves his fingers down your polar bear pajamas and under your panties, groaning a little when he finds you slick and sensitive against his fingers. It’s tempting to let him, to forget about the time of the month, especially when you suspect he would be brilliant, but you tell him no, rain check.
You stroke him with increasingly nimble fingers and it’s not long before the planes of his chest are slick with cum. It’s the most satisfied you’ve felt all semester, hearing him come apart. For a while you lie together, looking out his window at the lit up trees against a purple sky. He doesn’t give you a straight answer when you ask if this is something he’d thought of before or just some intoxicated whim. ‘I’m sober, does that answer your question?’
You kiss him goodnight and tell him wryly that he knows where you live.
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I get to hang out with one of my favorite dogs this week. Wh..
I get to hang out with one of my favorite dogs this week. What a big sweetie.
2023-03-29 16:38:41 +0000 UTC View Postin honor of the end of twitter verification, here is your re..
in honor of the end of twitter verification, here is your reminder that I am a verified hottie
2023-04-01 01:11:14 +0000 UTC View PostA new set of pictures in a crowd-favorite bra :)
A new set of pictures in a crowd-favorite bra :)
2023-04-01 17:07:53 +0000 UTC View PostMy income dropped a lot on Patreon this month, but OnlyFans ..
My income dropped a lot on Patreon this month, but OnlyFans more than made up for the gap. Thank you all so much for being rad and respectful and generous!!
2023-04-02 18:16:16 +0000 UTC View PostMy new glasses are in!! What do you think?
My new glasses are in!! What do you think?
2023-04-04 20:35:45 +0000 UTC View Postdiary entry: november 2012 — the freshman There is a moment..
diary entry: november 2012 — the freshman
There is a moment when his thigh presses against yours under the conference table during a particularly dull stretch of ‘Walden’ when you realize your patience has paid off. He took the weekend to think things over: there was some ex-girlfriend who might wind up at Yale and the sudden rejection stung because you found you actually cared. You went to class today in lacy tights and a miniskirt expecting to feel stupid, to find yourself trying too hard to seduce some freshman you barely know because you are floundering blindly for some validation. But the solid, firm heat of his thigh presses against yours under the conference table. You keep your eyes fixed on your paper before tracing your toes up his calf.
After class he walks close at your side and the tension smolders on the long trek to his dorm. His bedroom is stark and empty. He tears you to pieces and draws out the raw desire that has been in remission since your breakup. No one has pulled your hair quite like this. No one has pressed down hard on your lower abdomen to make you shudder, made you beg for his tongue between your thighs.
He coaxes the orgasm out of you after two hours of teasing and you are not sure if this is really the blond freshman aspiring politician who has so many opinions about philosophy. He has a thing for power and control, for force in its most taunting form, and you revel in it. You don’t want to be made love to. You want to be fucked.
When I was in college, I worked on the student-run art & sex..
When I was in college, I worked on the student-run art & sexuality magazine. To build hype for the new issue during my sophomore year, we planned a bunch of stunts. I recruited a friend of mine to take my photograph topless in the library, in the dark and less busy area called the Stacks.
I was so freaking nervous, worried about someone walking past us or getting caught by the librarians. I had never modeled topless before, and I decided to cover my face with the magazine to preserve my identity. The photos turned out great, a little spooky and edgy while still hot as hell. We submitted them to a campus blog that featured student nudes. As far as I know, no one knew it was me...
I've obscured the cover of the magazine out of respect for other models, but you can see my picture from the library if you unlock!
a little treat for the feet crew!
a little treat for the feet crew!
2023-04-12 17:20:25 +0000 UTC View PostWearing my micro-bikini for the first time!
Wearing my micro-bikini for the first time!
2023-04-13 19:15:46 +0000 UTC View PostSome toes and soles in the sun!
Some toes and soles in the sun!
2023-04-21 16:34:38 +0000 UTC View Postdiary entry: november 2012 - home for thanksgiving You and ..
diary entry: november 2012 - home for thanksgiving
You and Carter fuck on the floor of his living room with the grain of the carpet burning against your back and your nails digging into his hips and it feels like coming home.
Hooking up with Carter has always felt like this because he knows you on a different level, the rawest, the most selfish, the worst of you and still loves you, and vice versa. You dithered back and forth about the decision all night, worried about how you would feel the next morning, about the fucking him, about yourself.
But then you both just- his hair falls across your neck as he groans out say it, 'say it,' and you search your mind for a rational reason why not and so you gasp it out, 'yes I want to I want you to' because you have to after six years of almost and he is fucking you deep and hard and it is so many things and it isn’t so many things but yes, yes, this is what you needed. Before you could have everything you want, you needed this.
You high five after. 'We just had sex,' 'finally,' 'finally.' 'I love you,' 'right back at you.' He is ragged: stubbly and sated and sad, but he grins at you like he did in high school. And you are you again. He built you up again and you are ready now. Your hands smell like herbal cigarettes and the sweet sweat that has always been Carter.
The stars are bright and clear and he puts his arm around your shoulders and calls you kid and you burn strong.
I’m not a top but I’m feeling some mommy dom vibes today.
I’m not a top but I’m feeling some mommy dom vibes today.
2023-05-09 19:02:05 +0000 UTC View Post
I recorded a short video of soaking my feet as I fill up my ..
I recorded a short video of soaking my feet as I fill up my splash pool!
Foot crew, let me know if you enjoy content like this and I’ll make more 🥰
I've been offline dealing with a health scare — I'm okay, bu..
I've been offline dealing with a health scare — I'm okay, but I'm recovering from a sudden illness. I might be sparse for a while as I regain my energy. Thank you for your support <3
2023-05-22 04:05:20 +0000 UTC View Post