India, no. Come on. I told you I have work to do. Stop it. Don’t give me that look. I thought we discussed why looking at me like that when I’m trying to be productive wasn’t okay.
And, come on now, put some pants on. Have you been running around like that all day?
Hm, come to think of it, scratch that thought. Get over here.
Girlpets can be so demanding.
“Obi-Wan! We’re supposed to be protecting her from assasins! Oh..and by the way…I came in there an hour ago.”
“You are such a jerk sometimes, Annakin. Go polish your lightsaber and leave us alone.”
Girl in my frat: …I just think that a relationship involving more than one person is wrong.
Me: You mean adultery? Or polyamory?
Girl in my frat: Is there really a difference?
Me: Well, one implies the betrayal of the confines of a relationship by involving some other party. One implies the understanding that the confines of a relationship can involve some other party.
Girl in my frat: I just think it’s wrong.
Me: So don’t do it.
Girl in my frat: I don’t think anyone else should do it, either.
Me: Why? It’s not affecting you.
Girl in my frat: Neither do murders or robberies in other countries. But I don’t think they should happen.
Me: You can’t equate polyamory to murder!
Girl in my frat: Why not? Both are wrong at the root of the matter.
Me: How is polyamory wrong?
Girl in my frat: Because it’s cheating.
Me: It’s not cheating if both parties are consenting and enjoying it.
Girl in my frat: That’s impossible.
Me: Why?
Girl in my frat: You can’t love more than one person.
Me: Says who?
Girl in my frat: It’s just impossible. That’s a lot to do. It’s enough to love one person. I can’t imagine myself loving more than one person.
Me: Some people can. And do.
Girl in my frat: I couldn’t do it.
Me: So therefore other people can’t do it either?
Girl in my frat: I just don’t think it’s possible if I can’t do it.
Me: I can’t whistle. Does that mean everyone else in the world can’t whistle?
Girl in my frat: It’s just wrong!
Me: Why?
Girl in my frat: Until I see someone I know intimately whose personality I understand do it, I just don’t think it’s possible. Or right.
Me: (smacks forehead, gets back to eating food after seeing argument is fruitless)
“The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.” – Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters.
Maybe I shouldn’t be doing all my work after all…
What you get for failing the midterm exam.
I’m going to be spending a lot of time in the library this coming week. Hopefully I find her somewhere in the stacks.
That cold, devious hand.
I need a cruel woman to tie me down like this and tease her hands over me. I’d beg her to bring her hands a little lower and she would just put the ballgag on. We’d spend a good portion of the night like that. And the time we didn’t, I’d be watching her please herself.
Forniphilia: Form and function.
He introduced me to the idea of “little girl” play without even realizing he was into it.
It started with him calling me a sweet girl before I fell asleep. Then a sweet little girl. Then just a little girl. And I didn’t really process it at first because I was tired. I also assumed that we were not going to be the sort of people who would be into “that stuff”.
I was very, very wrong. It really picked up from there. We started putting ribbons in my hair. We even put my hair in pigtails. At first, I did it because I knew he liked it and I didn’t mind it. It was sexy seeing how excited he got. But, soon it got incredibly arousing for me.
Then came the idea to start calling him “Daddy”. Not all the time. Just during those scenarios. Of course, this brings up the issue of if I have Daddy issues or something. I don’t. Seriously. I don’t want to have sex with my father. I don’t equate calling him Daddy to having him be my father. It’s just a name with some connotations of power, rather than incestuous undertones.
Now, I love it. I can’t get enough of it.
Heart,
You leave me the best things in my askbox. Besides this “thank you”, I’m speechless.
<3, Ivy
Sasha Grey, in elegant form.