I have far too many fantasies that revolve around the sentiment of not knowing whose hands are where.
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Today in amazing poly successes and endless sources of joy, my now long-distance boyfriend Leo (wahhh) who is still back in my old city (despite my constant pleas that he move here and live in the apartment above us) sent his valentine’s love along to both Pup and I because he is an actual angel.
Here’s to comperison and metamours who treat each other with abundant love and enduring respect in 2018.
Also to finally convincing Leo to please move here already.
So I got promoted at work recently, which requires me having to learn a bunch of new stuff. Which is super cool and going to be amazing when I start taking on these new responsibilities.
But I’ve got to say that like all the emails about “Ivy’s training” and “training Ivy for her new role” and “Ivy getting the requisite training to be comfortable in her new role” are uh…doing stuff to me.
So Pup and his coworkers had really fancy scotch tonight after a particularly amazing win.
Which means he came home with his breath smelling like expensive scotch.
Which means I’ve been all up on him like this for the last few hours because major grown-up vibes like that make my little heart sing.
That munch yesterday was a big ol’ bust. The people there weren’t super chill, kind of were a little up their own asses. Some girl tried to accuse me of being a confused bottom when I tried to express that I am not super service-oriented as a submissive. Which like, okay, girlie.
So Pup and I booked it when we could to go home, have a Sunday afternoon beer and watch some Grace & Frankie. Because it’s an endless relief to have an amazing companion in this kind of stuff. (And now that we’ve broken the seal on going to munches in our new city, the next few will be easier!)
Pup and I are headed to our first munch in our new city today. It’s been over six months and we feel about ready to branch out into the kink community here.
I’m so, so happy to be going with him. I had to do this by myself in the last new city I moved to, and it’s amazing to be able to have him by my side for this situation.
But I’m still so flipping nervous.
“I am the shape you made me.
Filth teaches filth.”
— Sophocles, Electra (tranlated by Anne Carson)
