Month: June 2012

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drinkyourc:

Tiredness does not equal an acceptable reprieve. You should have thought about rest before you talked shit about how many times you could come in one hour. You’ll just have to be a little trooper. It’s not so bad. You’ll feel overstimulated, shell-shocked for a minute or two, but after that, you’ll stretch and writhe and unfurl. You’ll feel the life flow back into your etiolated limbs. Just a few minutes more and you’ll be clutching and grinding and laughing and counting off number six.

Oh, holy hell.

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I’m going to interrupt my sexy story about Switch to talk about my feelings. Feel free to skip this one. But, it’s my blog and I have a lot of feelings lately and they’re pretty hard to express to my friends, who don’t really get polyamory for the most part.

I told my therapist about what happened with SG. I told him that what Elle did was really hurtful, but what was even more hurtful is how he treated the whole thing. He said he understood why I was hurt, but has done nothing really substantial to try to repair that. Instead, he’s acting like it didn’t happen. He called me to discuss the Mad Men season finale, he bought my favorite book to read and told me about it, he sends me random articles. I’ve gotten so disgusted by it that I’ve stopped answering his texts.

“I think you’re stuck between wanting to seem like you don’t expect anything and actually expecting something from someone who means a lot to you,” my therapist says, “it all goes back to you not wanting to inconvenience anyone with your feelings.”

I started crying. “I just want somebody to care about me and to respect me and, god, this is going to sound so cliché but I just want to be loved.” I felt pathetic. I hated being this basic and sad. I felt like a typical romcom whiner. “I just want him to give me the apology I deserve and really feel genuine remorse about it.”

It snowballed into me cleaning out my room, finding an old letter from an ex who I’m still friends with and treats me with more respect than freaking SG does, collapsing into sob songs like this winner and this champ, and then destroying his imagined face during kickboxing. So, yeah, not my brightest moments.

I’m still stuck on just what my therapist was saying. With how assertive I am in other things, I’m shocked in how easily I let the people I care about trample all over me.

“It’s like,” she had said, “you’re not drawing the line between sexually submitting to them and appeasing them everywhere else. And you shouldn’t be doing the first for someone who is going to let you do the second.”

Sigh.

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I am trying hard to not get attached.

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Humbled, Part 3

Clearly, Switch had learned a bit from me tying him up. He secured my arms to the sides of the chair and my legs to its legs. That alone would have been challenging, but I figured I could wriggle out some way or another. However, he took a tie out of his closet and looped it around my neck, tying this to the chair. I could only shift myself forward maybe an inch this way. To make things even worse, he pulled out a roll of masking tape from a drawer and taped my fingers into my hands, rendering them useless. To top it off, he blindfolded me and shoved what felt like a handkerchief deep into my mouth.

“All right, babe,” I heard him unzip his pants. “You’ve got until I get off to get yourself out of there. And maybe I’ll consider having some fun with you if you do. Otherwise…” He yanked the lingerie I was wearing down as far as he could.

I groaned around the handkerchief and tried to wriggle my fingers out from under the tape. I squirmed, but he’d tried me up so snugly that I couldn’t ease myself out of my bonds. After a few minutes, he pulled the handkerchief out of my mouth and teased his cock over my lips. “How’s it going?”

“Fuck you,” I muttered and turned my head away from his cock.

He chuckled and pushed the handkerchief back into my mouth. “Better hurry up.”

I groaned and struggled, bucking against the chair to try to weaken the knots. I could hear his breathing get shallower and strained until I finally felt one of my legs get loose. I was in the middle of trying to slide my other leg with the use of my freed one when I heard Switch say, “oh, too bad, babe. You’re too late.”

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Humbled, Part 2

I was wearing something that I knew would get to him. Mostly lace, a little bit of ribbon, vaguely apron-inspired with nothing in the back but a pink bow to hold it to my body. When he noticed me in the doorway, he did a double-take and gave me a look that could really only be described as ravenous.

“I don’t know what you’re looking at, bitch, this isn’t for you,” I said and crossed by him. I guess you can say that maybe I was provoking him a bit. I don’t know. Part of me wanted to keep up the dominant act and part of me wanted to see if he would just overtake me.

I was still surprised when one of his arms shot around my waist and his other hand settled on my throat. I pulled against him, he pulled the arm around my waist tighter. “I don’t know what makes you think you can talk to me that way, but this is fucking overwith,” he pushed me down into the chair he was sitting in, the same I had tied him to earlier. “I think it’s time you remember where your place is.

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Humbled, Part 1

I had been messing around with something I enjoyed from the submission end: denial. Switch said he liked the idea of it. I guess he didn’t realize how mean I could be.

One morning, I tied him to the chair in front of his desk. One benefit of having been tied up so much is I know what works and what’s challenging. “If you can get out by the time I’ve finished my hair, I’ll think about letting you cum,” I said. He looked cocky. I’m sure he figured he was strong enough to just break right out. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of well-tied knots and cinching.

When we messed around, I didn’t let him finish. To his credit, he didn’t complain. I’m usually a massive whiner. Apparently, he was actually really enjoying this. So, I got confident and started pushing how mean I could get. I wasn’t awful. I just spent a day or two getting him close and not getting him off whenever we hooked up. And then I would tease him about it.

So, the day I got what was coming to me, I decided to be extra cruel. And that’s probably why I got what was coming to me.

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Oh my gosh I cannot even. Just absolute perfection.

herdirtylittleheart:

OMFG Yes! It was begging for it! ;p

Kissses! (And lasers! Pew!!!)

(see itmakesmewet’s original inspiration here)

itmakesmewet:

couldn’t help myself, ms. heart.

xo.

I can’t stop giggling

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“I won’t believe that our love’s a mystery
I won’t believe our love’s a sin
I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again.”

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A good friend of mine sent out a mass text the other day saying she had found a litter of kittens in her building’s dumpster (HOW COULD ANYONE BE SO CRUEL TO KITTENS?) and if anyone wanted any she would be more than willing to give them to us.

I’ve wanted a kitten since I was a little girl, but I dismissed the message saying it wouldn’t make sense. Today, she texted us all again, but this time with a picture of the kittens. I melted, caved and texted Roommate, who is staying at our place this summer while working in the area.

“Would it be the stupidest idea ever if we adopted one of those kittens?” I asked. Awkwardly, it’s the first time we’ve spoken since our little encounter. I was worried she would think I was flippant. I was almost worried she wouldn’t even want me living with her at all. 

I got the text back right away: “I was going to ask you. I think this is the best idea ever.”

Bottom line: We’re getting a kitten! And Roommate and I appear to not be awkward. Scoreee.

Psst. Guys.

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Rolledtrousers had a little bit to drink tonight.

Go to his tumblr.

Go check the tags on his last four posts.

I’m dying. I’m literally just dying of laughter.

He’ll kill me for advertising this and making him seem less intimidating and infallible, but whatever, he left it up for everyone to find anyway.

Sorry, Trou. It’s been too long since I was last mean to you.