I know that asking for a t-shirt with a quote you’ve said is like getting a face tattoo of yourself on your own back, but I have no shame right now.
Also, Happy 1000th post to me.
I know that asking for a t-shirt with a quote you’ve said is like getting a face tattoo of yourself on your own back, but I have no shame right now.
Also, Happy 1000th post to me.
So, I’ve got a pet peeve against men who say they get nothing out of cunnilingus.
If that’s your opinion, then I suppose you don’t mind if I don’t give you blowjobs since I, according to your logical progression, get nothing out of that. What? That’s not right? You want your beejs?
Well.
First of all, men who don’t get anything out of cunnilingus aren’t doing it right. Because you’re totally in control of the pleasure she’s receiving. All those little moans and squeaks and gasps she’s making are because of you. And when, or if, she orgasms is entirely up to you. Her experience is yours to dole out.
Second, it’s just something nice to do for someone you care about. It shows they matter. It shows that them having a lovely experience matters to you. And that causes a lovely little feedback loop in which you benefit from her realization that you care about her enjoying herself.
So, yeah, you can get stuff out of cunnilingus. So either quit your yapping or stop asking for head.
Best,
Ivy
Sufficiently Deviant: The abduction of Ivy
So, one of my followers took my little list of fantasies and decided to write one out for me. I’m flattered and really intrigued. Also, custom erotica means I get to be lazy about actually trying to find stuff to read on my own.
Thank you so much, sufficientlydeviant, for making my dreams come true (or at least giving them voice).
Give it a read.
Ivy never liked being the last one to leave, but it always seemed to happen anyway.
She locked up, heading down the stairs, it was eerie walking along the poorly lit corridor. She relaxes as she reaches the main doors and the welcome glare of the streetlight outside.
Ivy heads for her car, her…
There are so much unusual specifics in this question. An older guy during sex. I’d really sincerely hope that sex with me would inspire something besides a frank discussion about my career choices.
That being said, quesadillas and guava juice. Or sincere, unassuming cunnilingus. Or both. Because I was taught to dream big.
“We have power, you and I
But what good is that now
We could build a new world
If we only knew how
And we find we’re alone
We are old, you and I
We beg warmth from the sun
In the dreams that we dream
We ask what have done
And we find we’re alone.” – Jacques Brel, Alone (“Seul”).
So, I bought the dress that Sasha’s wearing from modcloth at the end of last year, not knowing this picture existed. I’m saving it for a special occasion, but oh my gosh. Sasha Grey and I have the same taste in dresses. I’ve got to do this biddy justice when I wear it.
Being undressed by someone else can be an incredibly sobering experience. Especially when they go excruciatingly slow, in which case you’re forced to adjust to their pace and accept the fact that you cannot simply raise your hands and throw your shirt off. The ball’s in their court, so to speak, the game’s in their hands.
Hm. It’s time for a bulleted list.
A social science that will be minimally applicable to the MFA I eventually would like to get. Because eating and indoor plumbing are clearly overrated.
And because SG’s got an “I am the 1%/occupy Ivy’s mouth” fantasy that I don’t mind entertaining.
Gags. Covering things with blankets. Buying a t-shirt that says “get some headphones, prude”.
I honestly have a lot of problems with my neighbor being a little bit judgmental about me making noises through the walls. I used to just sort of blush and avoid her, but whatever. She’s never confronted me about it directly so she can handle it. I’m not changing my lifestyle for her biphobic bullcrap agenda.
If the guy hasn’t filed a compliant, odds are 1) he’s going to freaking deal with it or 2) he likes it. Assume it’s the second and proceed proudly.
<3, Ivy