Ready for takeoff.
Month: August 2011
I’m sure by the time this picture surfaces on your dashes, I’ll have hopefully packed up everything to head back home.
He tells her that all the staff gets spanked like this when they haven’t met standards.
They don’t.
But she’s not too bright, so she doesn’t complain very much.
The anticipation…
Christina Abernathy:-
“Submission depends on the individual’s ability to align his will with that of the dominant and use his intelligence to fulfill her wishes gracefully and efficiently.”
I need to find myself a wearable scandal like this.
To the anon who left me that lovely note in my ask,
Since you chose to remain anon, I cannot respond to your message.
<3, Ivy
I need me some girl kisses. Women just have this entirely different way of kissing. It’s sweet and yet absolutely arresting. It’s tender. It makes you giggle, squirm, moan. It makes you want to squeeze them and hold them.
Their lips are just softer. Their manner is more nurturing. And while I have had furious, need-driven kisses with women, I’m thinking right now about that tender kind shared where, in between, you can feel her smiling gently against your mouth. It’s just sublime.
The Infamous Car Story, Part 6
StandardContinued from here.
I stared over my shoulder at my reddened ass in the mirror. I had never seen it so red, it was almost as if heat were radiating off of it. I winced for a moment, tentatively tapping the raw skin before turning back around and pulling my top down. My nipples were swollen, tender. Somehow, I derived some sort of enjoyment from this. I felt a sense of pride at what I had endured.
The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful until Elle suggested we drive back to her place so I could get my car and head back home. My boyfriend pulled me into the back with him and urged Elle to help him tie me up. She chuckled and shrugged, “hell, one more time for luck.”
My wrists wound up back behind my back and they pulled the stockings between my teeth and around my head before knotting it again in my mouth. They sat me up on his lap before Elle got into the driver’s seat and started to pull away.
As we drove, I continuously ducked my head down whenever we passed through traffic, dipping back up to mess around with my boyfriend whenever we found some relative privacy. However, I started contemplating the possibility of being seen as we drove and I could not help but wonder what some other driver would think when he or she saw me tied up in the back seat and messing around with my boyfriend.
We stopped at a stoplight and a truck pulled up beside us. Fortunately, the driver, a young guy probably in his early twenties, was not looking in our direction. I was laid back across my boyfriend’s lap, facing him, my legs resting up on his shoulders. My boyfriend rested his knuckle on the window. I blushed furiously and nodded.
I cannot describe to you the sort of thrilled smile that crossed his face when he knocked on the window and the driver looked over. My boyfriend smiled. I winked. The guy just seemed awestruck, taking in the fact that there was a girl, tied up and clearly enjoying it, with her legs spread, looking up at him from the back seat of a car that another woman was driving.
The light turned green. The guy just kept staring before smiling and honking the horn. Elle honked back before driving off.
I swear I got an adrenaline rush from the experience. There was this complete stranger getting a glimpse into something that I normally considered terribly personal.
“What do you think he thought of it?” I asked as my boyfriend released my mouth.
Elle chuckled, “you’re speaking as if he’s stopped thinking about it.”
The end.