The thinkivykink story.
The uncertainty of self.
Not the preggers aspect.
I’m not preggers, I promise.
Month: December 2011
So, this exists.
StandardI’ve been recently informed that this video is a thing.
Pros: Her name is Ivy, she gets her clothing cut off, she is bent over a table and fucked, and she gets pizza at the end. I dig.
Cons: This guy doesn’t understand how to operate a pair of scissors and his own penis. That pizza was left out to get cold. Also, he just can’t aim to save his life.
I mean, whatever. A commendable effort.
So, I saw the preview for this porn the other day. James Deen carrying out a really cute girl’s (his girlfriend in the video) fantasy to be abducted and tortured. It’s a fantasy I have, enacted by a man I adore.
Me gusta.
So, I ran into the guy from my freshman year at the gym. I was sweaty from an intense session with the elliptical, he was doing pull-ups. Cue the porno music.
I’ve decided to start calling him Flex. I know, I know, it’s a lame name. But, I think I have some good reasons.
First, he’s actually super flexible. Both physically and, well, hm. He has a boyfriend, but he has apparently been publicly stating that he’s poly. I dig.
And, apparently, by the way he was watching me do squats, he digs, too.
I’m not opposed to this at all.
Priorities?
StandardI had some downtime.
Could have organized my desk.
Found an old piece of lingerie and took some dirty pictures for someone instead.
Whatever.