Reason #4056 why I’m running away to join the circus.
“What’s your name dear?”
“Verity, Sir.”
“Lovely. And can we have another volunteer from the audience to come into the ring and fuck the lovely Verity?”
Month: April 2011
Just take a few steps forward. Good.
Now turn and look at me. Stop there. Very good.
No, no, I don’t need you to do anything else. Just stay like that, dear.
(PS: Brownie points for whoever can tell me who this total fox is.)
Sometimes, he saves himself the trouble and has her call herself a whore for him. And, sometimes, she has a little trouble with it.
The First Time Ivy Tried Knifeplay, Part 3
(part 2 can be found here) (part 1 can be found here)
I was a never a huge fan of having my, or anyone else’s, panties in my mouth. Mostly because cotton gets all waterlogged and nasty, lace becomes scratchy, so on and so forth. And, on top of that, I really don’t like the taste of lace, cotton, etc mixed with the taste of a woman. The second one can be damn good on its own. But with some sort of textile? Blegh.
Now tasting myself and praising my choice of wearing thin, cotton panties, I was going over in my head the details of my situation – the being blindfolded whilst tied down to my girlfriend’s bed as she hovered over me with something only slightly less threatening than a sushi knife – when I heard the wooden handle settle onto her bedside table. At least she had put the knife down.
She started smacking over my thighs, causing me to jump and whimper and quiver with each hit. She stopped when they were stinging, practically screaming with what I’m sure was blatant redness. It was then that she straddled the left one and started to get herself off, eliciting a whimper from my lips each time her knee brushed my desperate sex.
I wanted her so badly. I wanted anything right now. She knew her effect on me when she pleasured herself on me, but she just took her sweet time in acknowledging it. Her hand moved down to my breast, squeezing and twisting my nipple painfully until I cried out around my panties.
And finally, after what had seemed too long, her fingers sank between my legs. “Does slutty want to cum?” she cooed. I bit down hard on the panties, trying not to scream in frustration as I nodded. She pressed on harder, not giving explicit permission until what felt like forever.
When I had finally regained composure, she removed the blindfold and smiled down at me as my focus returned. She pulled my panties from my mouth and held the sopping wet mess of fabric in front of my face. I had bitten down so hard at some points that I had literally munched holes into my panties. I laughed dryly as she leaned up to remove my cuffs and I tried my hardest not to just pass out from exhaustion right there.
“Oh? So I can just admire those in the mirror, too?"
You vain little shit. I’m already pissed at you. You’re not helping your case. I’m going to leave teeth marks. Deep. Red. Teeth marks.
I must admit I had to consult google on this Poison Ivy gal. But, hey, any publicity is good publicity. <3
PS: She’s a fox.
PPS: Currently rattling around my head? Nananananana Nanananana Nanananana BATMAN.
Poison Ivy
I knew I’d seen Ivy before. Good job HDLH reminded me.
Lately, she had been so busy. She was neglecting herself, her needs, just to strive toward the end of all the work she had to do. She have become so consumed in her business that she had completely forgotten that she had arranged for him to join her that night for dinner.
He understood the situation immediately when she opened the door, looking half-surprised and half-ashamed. She assumed she was being punished when he closed the door behind himself and ordered her to strip. She braced herself for the worst when he bent her over her bed. And, yet, nothing.
First, it was just his fingers trailing over her body. Then both hands. Just exploring, navigating the tension and easing it out in firm dips and slides. She could feel herself giving over to him, to his touch, and she soon relaxed, even as he threaded his fingers in her hair.
As her head was yanked back, she felt that final pang of release as she gave herself and her troubles over to him. And, at last, she was at ease.
Seriously.
So, I got into a really amazing conversation with that friend from elementary school and we were making jokes about having to “come out”. And she goes, “so, are you out to everyone?"
And I really thought about it. In truth, I’m not. There are some people I have withheld my sexuality from and I never really understood why. Then, it sort of came to me. I wouldn’t walk up to someone and be like, "oh, hi, my name is Ivy and I’m straight.” Nobody does that.
So, why does sexuality have to come to the table so quickly? Or at all? Why does it even warrant explanation? If I’m in a relationship, I’m in a relationship. Not a gay relationship, not a straight relationship. Thus, I’m thinking here that maybe this whole notion of having to “reveal” gayness/bisexuality/whatever the hell you want to call it is a really silly, unnecessary process that really only further etches this line that we’ve been trying to erase.
Man, this tumblr has gotten preachy. I promise to tone it down!
My best friend from elementary school, who I haven’t seen or spoken to in 7 years, found me on facebook. After talking for about ten minutes, we figured out that we basically grew up to be the same person. It turns out she goes to school not too far from me. The possibilities are endless.
