And here I was thinking I’d never find an extracurricular to suit my particular strengths.
This year The Grey Academy for Wayward Girls will produce a stage musical version of Cleopatra in tribute to Dame Elizabeth Taylor.
Casting has begun for the role of Cleopatra.
The girl on the right wants to be next, look at her unbuttoned blouse.
I really haven’t gotten into the art of knot-tying and rope-arrangement with any of my partners. I’ve just happened to encounter a bunch of function over form people who prefer to leap into action rather than take time in painstakingly spacing and tying each knot. It’s never really a problem for me, either. I love just getting down to business.
But, there’s really something so sexy about having to lie there and wait while your partner goes through the motions of neatly arranging the patterns in the rope work. I doubt I could hold still so long without just breaking down and begging him/her to get the show on the road. But, hm, maybe knot-tying itself is a form of sadism.
Well, for starters, you’re going to need a bigger knife.
Yes, I’m back. I couldn’t stay away for too long. I have to thank you all for the huge influx of comments and askbox messages. I had no idea so many people actually read and pay attention to my tumblr (and, hell, I even got a bunch of followers while I was MIA). Your sensitivity, wishes, and prayers were really wonderful.
I’ve lost someone very close to me very suddenly and very unexpectedly. The nature of the incident is something I’d really rather not go into, but I’m going to take a little time off of tumblr to regroup. It’s hit me pretty hard and I’m really not up for tumblr right now.
I’m sure I’ll be back fairly soon. Make me proud and be on your worst behavior.
<3, Ivy
What was it about silence speaking louder than words? Can we apply that to muffled cries underneath a hand? Either way, the commentary here speaks volumes.
“Mmm hmmm mmnf mumf gumf.”
As loud as you want sweetheart.
Aw, shucks. I’m just a hypersexual girl with a big ol’ mouth and a head full of ideas. And a taste for the cuties with a little edge.
(Insert terrible joke about me wanting to pet Penelope’s pussy here.)
Confession: When I get stressed out, I like to dance around to music in my room. However, as the description of this tumblr states, I have thin walls and I feel bad for playing the same five (terrible) songs over and over. So, I usually wind up being a human iPod commercial with my headphones in.
Today, I’m wearing a knee-high heeled boots (no, this is not to begin your masturbatory fantasy, or…) that kind of make noise when I walk. My roommate from last year now lives directly below me and I just got this text from her, “dancing? 😛 If you’re stressed out, I’ve got cookies.”
Oh, good, now that I know my floors are thin, too…
Aw, sweetie, I know you’re uncomfortable. But it’s making Master and I so happy. And that’s really all that counts when you think about it, hm?
(In other news, I am so hunting down that dress or sewing myself a version of it.)
