Sometimes, I yearn for the little touches above the grandiose acts. I want to experience that small, swimmy feeling of being told what I am going to be drinking and how much, of having it ordered for me while I just sit there in silence. Sometimes, it’s really those little things that tug at me.
Month: July 2012
Part of me really hopes this photograph is what the tumblr community calls “amateur” and not part of a porn shoot because oh my God.
Humbled, Part 10
I had puddled onto the sheets by the time Switch was finished with me. He had hit all the points he knew got me off, played every card in his hand, but still kept me teetering on the edge. By the time he removed the gag and asked me how I was doing, I was spent.
“I’m…I’m just…” I couldn’t finish. My voice was something between a moan and a whine.
He chuckled and traced his finger up and down my slit. “Are you sorry?”
I nodded. “I’m so, so sorry,” I mumbled into the pillow, “I’m so sorry.”
I felt him reach up and start to untie my wrists. “what a good girl. Maybe I’ll let you cum after work.” He removed the blindfold and chuckled, leaning down and kissing my shoulder-blade. “Now get yourself together and go take a shower.”
Well, I got the results of my biospy for that freckle today. It’s benign!
There has been a lot of cancer in my immediate and extended family and I’m naturally a little bit of a worrier, so sometimes I just assume the worst. I was pretty flippant about the whole thing to most people, but there was a little nag in the back of my head that maybe it was something worse.
But, fuck you, cancer, you haven’t caught up yet.
Once my face heals up completely, I can continue my sexytimes in peace. Amen.
It’s hard when no one is there to take hold of the lead, to hook their finger through the ring, to pull you to your knees. When all your body seems programmed for such a thing sometimes, the absence of it can feel unnatural. And how strange, you’ll think, when such a preference is considered so unusual.
I just complimented someone by saying their voice sounds like an aggressively sexy Gob Bluth.
This blog is officially less of a sex blog and more of an awkward person who sometimes falls on genitalia blog.
“We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet, and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl, because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.” – Pearl Cleage, What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day.
I just wish Kate Upton were a little bit more articulate, mature, and intelligent so then I could actually oh God what am I saying.
Happy Independence Day to my American followers. I’m just going to leave this here.
have you ever been in a serious, monogamous (or mostly) relationship?
StandardI have been in a serious monogamous relationship. I do believe that a relationship can be serious even if it is not monogamous. But, yes, I am capable of monogamy.
The reason why you won’t really find any of that here is because the last serious relationship (which was monogamous) I was in ended a little bit before I started this tumblr. My life is crazy busy and my prospects have been pretty slim, so I have not entered into another serious, committed relationship (be it monogamous or nonmonogamous) where I am the primary partner. While sometimes it seems appealing, this past year and the upcoming year have been/are going to be so crazy and busy that it’s not fair to me or another person to try to build a committed relationship in that kind of environment.