So, I saw a video on my dashboard. It was only thirty seconds long, but it kind of gave me chills.

There was this absolutely gorgeous man tied down with red rope, essentially being edged. At least, that’s what I gathered. Because I watched it with the volume off because I didn’t even think I could handle it with sound. I was blushing like crazy already with it mute.

At one point, the person edging him shoved his fingers in his mouth and I literally almost gasped. The expression on his face, the way his body twisted. I don’t know.

I’ve started to explore my dominant side a little, but I’m still consistently shocked when things actually really get to me. Usually, I figure that it’s hot for me because the act is pleasing to whoever the partner is in the situation or I imagine eventually I’ll be overtaken in a power struggle sort of arrangement. But, I was genuinely enjoying this little 30 second clip of this beautiful man suffering.

So, I may have underestimated Pretty a little bit. Just a little.

Dying.

Just dying.

Oh, lolkinks, you slay me.

Pink usually washes me out, but I don’t care. I want all of this.

I’ve never been particularly enthusiastic about harnesses.

But, seeing them from this angle may have given me a change of heart.

Filed under: Arrangements that could work for me.

With the rope marks on her breasts implying she’s probably been tied up in another position recently, coupled with the growing fear in her eyes and the way he’s grabbing her, I’d have to say this is just the right amount of scary.

So, I have been procrastinating making this post since the beginning of the summer because I am super lazy and also I have a lot of feelings, but Roommate took the year off. After some crazy home/family stuff that really doesn’t belong on my sex blog, she called me and told me that she needs the year off of Ivy University to straighten that stuff out.

“My biggest regret, honestly,” she said, “and my biggest worry about the whole thing, was having to tell you this. Because I so wanted to have next year with you.”

It stung and we both were very sad, but I called up a friend of mine and she took Roommate’s spot in our place instead. So, Roommate is no longer my Roommate. I guess, because it’s her drink and because it just seems right for her, I’ll call her Corona now.

She and I have made sure to find time to talk to each other and I absolutely love my roommate, who I’ll call Sunshine for personality-related reasons. But, there are some nights where I really miss her and when I look around the place and wonder what it would be like if she were here, how it would look, what would be different.

She left a little coded message on facebook for me the other day. Something only I would recognize. I know she did it to be sweet and to let me know that she was thinking of me, but God did it sting like crazy.

I guess there’s something there, tumblr. I don’t know. Regardless, I miss her.

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In other news, you’re all the worst.

And sometimes she bites off much more than she can chew.

Many people keep blogs. Maybe some of you have blogs.

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