Rest in peace, you brilliant man.
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Month: June 2012
Bless your heart, you brilliant woman. You tell ‘em to go eat shit.
rebloggable by request
Once, I made Switch watch me touch myself.
There were some rules: he had to keep his hands behind his head and kneel, he couldn’t speak unless spoken to, and if he looked at me too lewdly I’d stop and he would be in big trouble.
“You should just be happy Pretty’s letting you watch,” I chided when he huffed.
That made him straighten up in what I presumed was an attempt to gain some favor. “Yes, Pretty, thank you so much,” he stammered out.
I wanted to stay stern, but I just want to giggle when I make him nervous or see him blush. There’s just something about being able to crack someone just the teensiest bit.
I made a show of playing with myself to make it difficult for him. I sat on the bed right in front of him, legs spread, letting myself moan and gasp. I have to give the boy credit, he held still even when I eyefucked the living shit out of him and even when I turned around and leaned back against his chest and touched myself against him.
Unfortunately, I felt a little silly when I kept saying that I was going to get myself off on my own because I didn’t think he was worthy or capable of getting me off and then I wound up not being able to get myself off. I played it off like I was rewarding him when I let him take his hands off of his head and touch me, but I think he may have caught on. I just got myself entirely too worked up. When that happens, I need someone else to ground me, to take over and make me focus when I’m far too wound up in myself and how everything feels to be able to just get off.
So, I guess we both have little exploitable cracks that way.
While by no measure mute, Switch isn’t usually a very outspoken person in public situations. By this I mean he’s usually not one to speak his mind, to get too blunt. He’s fairly polite.
So, it’s even sexier when he does stuff like shoving me up against the wall of his place once we’re alone after being out with other people, grabs me through my clothes as if he’s going to tear right through them and murmurs in my ear, “I love when I finally get my hands on you”.
Because contrasts are hot.
I like it when Switch takes the incentive to come up with things on his own. That sounds like I don’t give him enough credit. But, he confided in me that most of his activity has been vanilla as he was not sure how admitting to wanting to be submissive would bode with the women he was with. Unfortunately, that sort of behavior sometimes carries the totally incorrect stigma of being “weak”.
So, with that in mind, the fact that he figures out things without me asking when he dominates me is pretty impressive. It’s even farther removed from his experience, it’s something he enjoys but isn’t used to at all.
And maybe I underestimate his abilities, but I was pretty thrilled when he picked up my belt off of his floor, folded it double, and smacked my ass with it. I hadn’t even realized it was what I wanted, but it was exactly what I needed.
“I think Pretty wants her pussy eaten now.”
The difficult part about punishing Switch is that he’s usually really into whatever the punishment is. The boy is crazy about eating pussy, so it’s not really that much of a disciplinary tactic. It’s the same problem I have. Punishments are easily just mean rewards.
He tugged my shorts down and went for my panties next. When his fingers looped under the waist, I had a thought and slapped his hands away. “No, I don’t think you’ve earned that.” I spread my legs over his shoulders, “over the panties. Bad boys don’t get Pretty’s pussy.”
Resigned, he licked through the lace with this terribly earnest expression on his face. He wanted to be good for me. And, usually being a submissive myself, I could understand completely what he was going through and appreciate it.
“Okay, fine, you win,” I muttered after a few minutes and pulled my panties aside.
I guess I’m just a little bit of a pushover.
I’m busy trying to collect all my thoughts from my experiences with Switch. This photo is triggering for that. You’ll find out sometime soon.
Odds are, it’ll be organized in a bunch of little snapshots and a few longer pieces. I promise, I promise, I’ll get on with it. I just like building suspense.
I have to admit that every time I see knives, I think of Ivy.
Funny, every time I see sexy ladies in dinosaur masks, I think of you. But that doesn’t happen nearly as much as it should.
Is it bad that I just look at this and think of the time I didn’t let Switch cum a bunch and then finally he took control and it was just sort of like everywhere?
Like this.
Sorry for not being able to handle science. Story to come.
The issue with my future roommate has nothing to do with Switch. He and I are not in a relationship, we are not monogamous. Last night was actually basically my last night with him before he departs for the real world for his grown up job.
The problem is in the fact that I will be living with her and that there is this sexual tension there.
So, yes, nothing to do with Switch. He’s not my boyfriend.