Sometimes, when he pulls her hair, he isn’t violent about it.
It’s a reminder.
It says, “I’m here.”
Month: March 2012
Oh man.
StandardTumblr, you’ve come through.
Thank you, montecervesa, for linking me to this etsy shop and basically stopping my heart.
And, get this, it’s also got another top I posted on here about looking for.
I just. Amazing.
So, this swimsuit is now a mission.
And you’re all on it, followers.
I was jaded. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. But, I don’t need take this thing out to dinner to realize that I need to spend the rest of my life with it.
And, so, you’re all on a mission now tumblr: Unite me with my love. Seriously, figure out where I can find this swimsuit.
I might even post a picture of myself in the darn thing if you do.
Please don’t hold me to that, but yeah. Find this suit.
I’ve discussed before on here how much I enjoy the notion of being “put away”. It ties a lot into the idea of being kept, of feeling like property. And it stems from a feeling of being used on someone else’s terms completely and relying fully on someone’s whim to have me around for amusement. There’s also something very neat about it all, tidy and ordered.
Obviously, it wouldn’t be a sort of permanent arrangement in the slightest. It’s one of those fantasies that’s a little hard to execute and probably more fun to imagine than to actually carry out.
“You have awakened a sleeping giant.”
Good morning.
I can only hope that we keep the momentum going. It’s easy to get fired up and let it fizzle out.
This is the part where one half of you betrays the other. The part where the top’s reticence smells the bottom’s vehement and eager disagreement. The part where you realize that though your brain can will your arms to pull back ad your body to squirm, it can’t seem to will away the wet enthusiasm your cunt is expressing. This is, undoubtedly, their favorite part.
Well, shit.
I’ve reached my one year milestone on this thing with you perverts.
I’d like to stress how happy and flattered I am that you’ve all joined me for the ride thus far. It has been such a year, I have changed so much, and you’ve all been lovely to me for it.
<3, Ivy
dear ivy, this is pretty much irrelevant, but i just wanted you to know: you have a twin. the more i read your blog (i found it yesterday), the weirder it gets. i am a 20 year old college girl living in a dorm at a large university. also, i’m submissive, bisexual, and dating a southern gentleman who takes his politics obsession out on my ass. i also had an eating disorder in high school; i also never spoke about it. anyway. thank you for writing. i think you are great. carry on.
StandardHi there!
Your message is not irrelevant at all! I’m glad that you’re enjoying my tumblr and it’s super cool that we’ve got some stuff in common. It does upset me that you had an eating disorder in high school as well and I do hope that you’re doing better and being healthy.
But, yeah, here’s to the political southern gentlemen of the world. And submissiveness. And bisexuality. And being college girls, one of the most marginalized and essentialized populations in pornography.
<3, Ivy
PS: I think you’re great, too.
A public service announcement from the management of this tumblr:
In high school, I was told by my guy friends that I intimidated the crap out of them and their friends. Apparently, the fact that I wasn’t afraid to be smarter than them and to claim this intelligence scared them pantsless. Only, pantsfull. Because they weren’t getting pantsless for me.
When I was a preteen, I remember awkwardly trying to relate to girls my age and just not being able to at all. I was once told that I could only sit down and eat lunch with a group of girls my age if I “didn’t talk about politics or the environment or the news or school or anything smart” and for a week I proceeded to sit in silence with this group of girls with literally nothing to contribute to their conversation.
It’s easy to just want to dumb yourself down because, well, it makes things simple. But, in looking back on being a kid, I regret more the times I dumbed myself down and waded through miles of other peoples’ drivel and brain putty than the times I was excluded for standing my ground.
And let me tell you, followers who are all hopefully over 18 so I shouldn’t have to be preaching really at all, mature adults find intelligence incredibly sexy.
He doesn’t even need to do much.
She’ll just grind his hand and then thank him like a sweet girl should.
Because he’s taught her to be grateful.