“Why are you so cruel?”
It’s something that she asks from time to time, though the circumstances often vary. Sometimes, it’s in a vaguely smug sort of way. Sometimes it’s a whine. Or through tears. Or under a moan.
His answer, however, is always the same.
“Because you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The thief likes to make me do this.
Kneeling, ass up, back arched, hands spreading myself apart, mouth open. It emphasizes vulnerability, availability, openness. I’m not allowed to speak when I do it, just listen and receive.
At first, I wasn’t too into the idea. I didn’t like how, after a few minutes, having my mouth open would make me drool. I didn’t enjoy just how exposed and small it made me feel.
However, since then, it’s grown on me. Sometimes, I don’t want it to end. It’s just so very simple. And when I seem a bit overwhelmed to him or when I have too much on my mind, he’ll stop what he’s doing and have me get into this position. It centers me. I don’t even mind the drooling anymore.
Control isn’t always manifested in the most obvious ways. You can slap, sure. You can pull hair. They work just fine and they have their place.
But sometimes something a little less obvious is good. Because violence doesn’t always have to be so…violent. You can make me feel owned by shoving my face down into the bed, but you can do it by doing something kids on the playground do, too.
Kissing: The new slapping. Maybe.
Hello Random and Crazy Influx of New Followers,
Where did you come from? In the past few days I’ve gotten a huge amount of people on board here.
As a thank you, here’s a picture of a girl in a really cute bra and panty set blowing bubbles.
Please feel free to hit up my ask and introduce yourselves.
<3, Ivy
I don’t want to cop out of this question and I’ve been thinking about it. But, facts are facts: I do not have the authority to answer this question.
All of the polyamory I’ve experienced was, for the most part, with me as the secondary. Aside from in one relationship, where she was the one who brought it up, I haven’t had to articulate my needs for polyamory very much at all where I was in one of the “primary” positions.
I’d like to refer you over to some other awesome tumblrs who are much better at this than I. Kinkycasey and herdirtylittleheart are two wonderful women with a lot more experience than I. Kinkycasey, in particular, answers questions about kink and polyamory a ton on her tumblr.
I hope this helps.
<3, Ivy
read this while looking at the picture or after reading or a little of both
look at the texture of the water, it looks like a pool, now move your eyes to her shoulders, the sun is shining off of them, they’re warm, then move your eyes to her hair, it’s wet, she’s been drying in the sun, notice the sun ray over her head, it’s bright out, it must be shortly after noon, the moments are going by lazily, but time’s passing fast for her and it wont be long before evening, remember doing this, remember how your skin felt after swimming in clean water and drying in the sun on soft fabric or concrete, your skin felt sleeker than usual, imagine how her’s feels, in that exact moment in time, when the camera took that picture, imagine being there next to her, not noticing her, just feeling these things, remembering them, imagining these things, and remember, the eyes only suggest a picture, the brain paints it.
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Thank you, tastepreferences, for this photograph and your words. I love that feeling you’ve described so well. Though, confessedly, I don’t think I would be able to not notice her were I next to her.
<3, Ivy
People can just get lost with each other, in each other. Totally shipwrecked. Marooned. Until the rest of the world recedes beyond the shoreline and it’s just you – the plural kind when you’re yourselves and each other at the same time – and all the sand.
Fear is an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac.
That means you don’t have to approach every encounter with genuine excitement and assuredness. Sometimes it’s good to be reticent, afraid. So long as you’ve consented and you trust anyone involved, being frightened of what is to come can be just fine. In fact, you might even enjoy it.
With a lot of the female libido being dependent on anticipation, build-up, words, foreplay, preludes to the main event than the actual finalized actions, naturally fear is a great tool when wielded correctly. It’s just another suspension of time, another little subplot on the way to the climax.
I’d like to be some semblance of one. But, thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
As for pictures, there’s a shot of my boobs somewhere in the tumblrverse. Happy hunting.
She’s the kind of girl that is a little hard to just take out. Especially when she’s like this. It’s not because you’re ashamed to be seen with her. If that’s the case, you don’t deserve to be with her at all. It’s the fact that once she’s around people and the temptation is there, she’ll be a total brat because she can.
Surely you wouldn’t punish her. Not here. Not in front of everyone.
Maybe it isn’t so good for her in the long run. But for those few delicious hours out, when she can give you a look as she crosses her legs just so, the night is hers.