Month: February 2012

Ask an Ivy.

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Well.

Now that KinkyCasey’s Follow Friday has rallied an entire tribe of you over here, I suppose I should be a better host.

So, feel free to hit up the ol’ ask box. Really. Because otherwise I’m going to actually have to do work and you don’t want me to have to do that.

Ask me about sex. Ask me about the world. Ask me about anything.

What’s my favorite color? What’s my sign? What’s the square root of seventeen?

Fun/interesting/unique ones get posted up.

Maybe.

<3, Ivy

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There’s a certain way you do your makeup when you’re aware that you are simply applying it to have it disarrayed. There’s a deliberateness to the lipstick that will later crest the curve of your cheek, the mascara that will later run lines down your face. You realize that things must first be built in order for them to be destroyed.

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While I was out with some friends earlier, SG and I started texting. While I have decided to postpone any more physical stuff with him until certain things clear up, I’m not opposed to the occasional something in my texts.

He does this thing where he’s so condescendingly dominant. He’ll call me things like adorable in a mocking way when I try to playfully assert myself. It makes me blush and feel so positively turned on. He’ll just tease me and it’ll drive me right up the wall in the best way.

I was feeling kind of frisky so I kept egging him on. I have to learn, however, not to dish out more than I can take. When he threatens to follow through in that way he does, it tends to weaken my resolve.

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“We sat in the car 
& the night dropped 
down until the 
only sounds were 
the crickets & 
the dance of our voices 

& for a moment 
the world became 
small enough to 
roll back & forth 
between us.” 

– Brian Andreas, Hearing Voices.

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When he comes in and sees her bent over the dresser that way, he’ll shake his head and call her eager. He’ll ask her if she’s forgotten how to properly great someone.

But, he recognizes there’s a culture you start to develop with someone when you come to know them this way, an etiquette. Rules and standards emerge from the precedence of where clothing was flung and the soft, trembling things that were muttered when the lights go out. Customs come about through repetition, repetition comes about from initial success after some trial and error. And from it all comes an unwritten code, a mental list of manners in the spaces where typical constraints are left in the doorway with restraint, decency and your socks. 

Of course, that won’t stop him from teasing her about it.

Follow Friday <3

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Hereeee’s why I got so many random followers in a really short amount of time.

I’m so, so, so flattered. Thank you so very much.

<3, Ivy

PS: Casey’s actually been around the tumblrverse longer than I have and you should all definitely check her out.

kinkycasey:

This week my Follow Friday goes to ThinkIvyKink.

She is lovely, intelligent, clever, sexy and kinky. Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s been on Tumblr longer than I have!

Right now she could use lots of love.

So go.

Smother her in loves.

She deserves it.

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Last night, a friend made some “special” brownies. (Yeah, yeah, I know the woman in the picture is smoking, but I couldn’t find any pictures of a cutie with brownies.) Although I’ve decided to give up smoking pot this year to do my lungs a favor, I’m not opposed to the occasional brownie.

Well.

I totally forgot I had band practice, mostly because I was just not up to going. However, now full of brownie and weed (seriously, two wonderful things), I managed to actually enjoy myself because I just felt awesome and it totally took my mind off some present circumstances that have been bothering me.

And, even better, although I felt like I was being an obvious mess, apparently I held myself together enough that when I told my friend afterwards that I was high as a kite, she was shocked. So, um, here’s to handling myself in public?

And here’s to special brownies: baked therapy.