Oh, honeybunnypie,
Leather-clad? Not so much. But hero? I’m flattered. Sincerely. I see how people on tumblr get trash-talked a lot for sharing experience and fun, and so I’m so insanely blessed to have people like you giving so much sweet, giggle-worthy support.
<3, Ivy
There was a guy in my life my freshman year. He was very attractive, very funny, very intelligent. But, there was something a little uncomfortable and closed off about him. We stayed friendly, but our schedules and interests just couldn’t sync the right way. But, I am still proud to hear that he’s found his own and has embraced his bisexuality and is now so comfortable in his own skin.
The other night, I ran into him and a guy in their costumes dancing up a storm at one of the parties we hit up. He looked so comfortable, I was happy for him.
“Now, who is this?” I asked with a chuckle, “last time I checked, you said you didn’t dance.”
He smiled, “look at you.” He broke off from the guy and started dancing with me. He spun me around so my back was to him and kind of pushed me into the other guy. I assumed that he had made a mistake or was just trying to pass me off, but I still felt him behind me.
So, I wind up between them. Their hands were all over me. His dance partner was grinning at me. The music was sensational. Not to mention their moves were insane. I was getting practically passed back and forth at some points, at others both of them were on me. I have to admit, it made me hot. They knew what they were doing. And, the fact that they were into each other as well as into me? Goodness gracious.
I look over to the group I was with and notice that guy in my frat checking me out. He smiled when we made eye contact. I winked. Eye-fucking commenced. And then: “It’s funny.”
I smiled, “what’s funny?"
"That there’s two of them and they still can’t handle you.”
Or, you could teach her to sing.
Slightly absurd, as cages go, but pleasing for that. It might be rather nice to have a pretty girl on display in such a cage. She’d have to have learned to never speak, however. Speaking would entirely ruin the illusion of a creature on display for looks alone.
Oh my good gracious, it’s snowing and my heater is working. Who would’ve thunk it?
This afternoon is all about drinking tea, doing laundry, and reading. In my ushanka, which looks exactly like the one pictured here, down to the pattern of the fabric. Here’s to good taste.
I am shocked at how easy it was to find a picture of a cute naked girl in a cute ushanka on tumblr. No, wait. I’m not shocked at all.
Her (yes, I’m aware, I need to finish my little tell-all about a certain spanking from her) response to my costume as we walked up to my room to grab my phone and keys:
“You look hot, just avoid try going upstairs or bending over. And I’d suggest wearing something a little more substantial than that thong.”
I’d originally planned on going as something entirely different. I was getting dressed in my room with a friend who was headed off on a date of sorts and wanted my opinion. As we were dolling her up, she looked me over and said, “wait, now, what are you supposed to be?”
“I guess I’m like going on a safari or something,” I shrugged.
She laughed, “you look like a teacher. Wait a second.” She fished through my desk and handed me a ruler before saying, “and nobody goes on a safari in heels. Go change out of those shorts. Do you have a miniskirt?”
I can’t say I was ever huge on the whole “sexy teacher” fascination. But, when I wound up having crazy fun smacking my giggling friends on the ass with a ruler, I made an exception.
Beloved Tumblr,
I spent a good amount of today hungover. I am now out to get some of this stuff (Chinese food).
Fear not, last night was a grand success. But I need food. And some more water.
<3, Ivy
Tonight, tonight. Oh, tumblr, tonight.
Costume’s on, the night is young. I’m armed: I’ve got a ruler, some knee-highs, and plenty of attitude.
See you on the flip side.
Him: You’re a filthy slut.
Me: How?
Him: I’ll draw you a diagram.
The other night, I went to dinner to see a new face among our regular dining group. She looked sweet, the kind of big-eyed, cute clothing, sugary voice sweet that melts your heart.
She introduced herself as Chloe.
I’d heard the name Chloe mentioned before as my friend’s girlfriend who goes to another university. Apparently, she liked to wear a strap-on and peg the shit out of him. Lo and behold, he was sitting beside her, holding her hand.
Moral of the story? Looks can be deceiving. Sometimes in really awesome ways.
I’m baaack.
After a bunch of back-to-back deadlines that kept me a little tied up, I’ve found some time to tumblr. Somehow, I’ve managed to accumulate asks. I should get on that.