Month: May 2012

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Meet Switch, Part Three

Switch pulled me over his lap, raising a knee so my ass was pushed up into the air. His fingers laced through my hair and pulled my head up sharply. He leaned down to kiss me roughly.

“Your mouth tastes like pussy,” I grinned and he shoved my head back down onto the bed.

He traced his fingers down to my slit and rubbed up and down a few times. I was still a little tender from having just cum twice from him going down on me and I sucked in a deep breath when he shoved a finger inside of me.

“Well, your pussy tastes so good, baby, I think you should have some more,” he pulled his finger out of my cunt and moved it in front of my face. “Go on. Taste yourself.”

I leaned my head forward and took his finger into my mouth. Masquerading a smirk behind pursed lips, I started to bring my head up and down on his finger as if I were sucking it off. 

“Goddamn,” he murmured as I sucked. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” I winked over his finger. He pulled his finger from my mouth and smacked my ass hard. “You little fucking tease, I think it’s time to put you in your place.”

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Meet Switch, Part Two

Switch’s natural submissiveness seemed to complement his dominating me very well. He knew what worked. He knew how to tease and how to make me beg and how far to take it. And it really seemed to shine through when one of the first things he really wanted to do was eat my pussy.

And yet there was still a sense of control even in the generosity of the act. He yanked my skirt off and then my panties with an eager roughness. He teased around it for a while, licking and biting my thighs, kissing over the lips. I shook against his face, I whimpered softly when he breathed across my lips, I whined whenever he would get close to my cunt, only to move back away again. The blindfold only heightened the sensations as I begged for him to lick my pussy.

It had started pouring when we left for the night and now the only sounds in the room were my moaning and the rain. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally leaned in and let one long, slow lick trail over my slit. My body lurched against him a bit and I let out a sigh of relief. He could barely stifle a chuckle and I started to laugh a bit as well, knocking the side of his head playfully with my leg to tell him to keep going.

He ate me zealously and refused to stop until I came not once, but twice and was reduced to a gasping, trembling mess underneath him. I barely registered it when he untied my wrists, pulled the blindfold off, and yanked me across his lap.

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Meet Switch, Part One

Tumblr, meet Switch. 

We’ve been friends for about a year now. In January, it seemed like something was going to develop between him and I. But, he’s teammates with that guy from my frat and he sort of backed off once he and I got involved. Man code or whatever. But, that guy from my frat and I are quite done for reasons I’ll detail when I have time. So, the playing field was wide open for Switch and I was receptive. 

Just around twelve hours ago, I was at Switch’s place. Prior, we’d been out with friends to see a band and sort of broke off and hung around together. We danced. We started kissing. We made it through the whole night being relatively civilized adults. But, after a swing by my place for a toothbrush and some other essentials, I wound up at his.

And at around this time in the evening, he had removed his belt and tied my wrists to the headboard. Normally, he admitted, he liked to be submissive. But something about the way the night was panning out had driven him to ask if he could take charge instead. My top, jacket, bra, and shoes were scattered across his floor. My panties were still on, my skirt was bunched up around my waist. He was still fully dressed when he tied a scarf over my eyes.

“You know why I think I wanted to tie you up?” He asked as he ran a hand down my thigh. He was standing beside the bed. He gripped my thigh and pulled my legs open wide. “I think I liked the idea of having this body all to myself, to do whatever I wanted with.”

He ran his hand over my stomach and stopped at one of my breasts, tweaking the nipple. In normal interactions, he’s fairly reserved. Suddenly, now, the tone of his voice had changed and he spoke with a blunt confidence that seemed to suit him better. “And now that I have it, I think we’re going to have a little fun.”

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Aaaand I definitely cast my worries aside last night. Basically just got home.

Details to come, perverts.

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I am a huge worrier. And since I am trying to get myself out of that, I’m celebrating a really rough day finals-wise to go out and celebrate.

Tomorrow, I’ll get back to the grind. My only remaining exam is on Friday. 

But, tonight, I’m rewarding myself a little instead of sticking myself in my room every night. 

So, I’m going to go catch up on Game of Thrones with a friend and then we will go off into the night.

<3, Ivy

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Solid advice from Stoya.

Quickies in New York: Mean, Nasty, and Filthy

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Quickies in New York: Mean, Nasty, and Filthy

See, I have a major infidelity fantasy, if you will. And in my head it goes a lot like this. Except, executing it seems nearly impossible, potentially dangerous, etc. I’m sure there’s ways to do it, but I don’t have a consistent partner right now that it would make sense with or anything.

I don’t know. I’ve got a few fantasies I have trouble articulating or reenacting outside of my head. Mostly because they’re, uh, kind of really risky.

But, damn, doesn’t QNY make it so fucking hot?

quickienewyork:

She called me to tell me she had fucked the waiter.

This was before poly, before honesty, and before understanding. It was before graduation when self-awareness was still something we’d do when we got older.

I asked if he had left and she said just barely, so I was out the door before I knew…

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So, me and Pegs over here are going to run away and smoke some pot and hate the patriarchy and make amazing stankfaces. 

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Okay, maybe I’m stretching it here, but bear with me.

Sometimes, my friends drag me to Zumba with them. Sure, whatever, it’s fun. But, gosh, guys, have you ever listened to the music? There was a song that they played that basically was talking about how this performer’s girlfriend has a big ass and someone’s else’s girlfriend has a small ass.

I’d say about 99% of the people I see at these classes are women. Why, in a class teaching women to exercise and empower themselves through fitness, is a song being played that breeds competitiveness among women based on looks and worth based upon the opinion of men of their bodies?

Not to mention another fitness thing I go to plays a ton of music about scorned women, about breakups, about being loved and appreciated. It seems that fitness seems to go hand-in-hand not with being happy with being healthy but becomingdesirable to the opposite sex and being more attractive than other members of your sex.

So, I don’t know, guys, is being a little miffed okay? Or am I just going overboard?