This.
This I would like to try.
Month: October 2012
“The feeling of one who is in need and help comes, one who is happy not because he is saved – he is not saved – but rather because new, young people come, confident, ready to take up the struggle, ignorant, of course, of what stands before them, yet in an ignorance which does not cause the observer to lose hope but rather fills him with awe, with joy, with tears.” – Theodor W. Adorno, recalling Kafka in Prisms.
Continued from here.
I cannot begin to stress the importance of aftercare.
After being hogtied on Penthouse’s bed, tied up in a lot of rope and having that crotchrope pushing the knot against my clit, I’d gotten pretty subspaced. I was speaking a lot of nonsense, I had trouble keeping my eyes open and I could barely sit up straight.
Penthouse untied me gently, held me close, was patient when I struggled to coherently express myself. He brushed out my hair and tucked me in. He checked in to make sure I was all right.
For as hot as the whole thing was, the aftercare really sealed the deal for me on the experience. Anybody can set up a situation like that, but to be able to care for a very subspaced girl is real dedication.
“No escape”
Photo by Jerome G.
Corona came to visit this weekend.
We got to hang out with each other and talk a little bit on Friday. Upon seeing each other again, we hugged for an inordinate amount of time. She’s doing well and, knowing what kind of a girl I am, told me not to worry about her. Which is hard, but seeing her made me so immensely happy.
On Saturday night, in the middle of a crowd of people, she kissed me. Quickly but ardently. Her hands lingered on my waist and we chuckled as I rubbed off the smudge of my makeup had rubbed off onto her.
As I went to go find someone, she gave my ass a squeeze and smirked. “Missed this.”
Followers,
I passed an absurd milestone while I was away visiting Penthouse and I just cannot even.
You’re all so wonderful.
For the new influx: Come say hi. It’s hard to keep track and sometimes I’m a bit late on the uptake on the cool stuff you’re doing.
For the ones who’ve stuck around: I sincerely appreciate that you all seem to think I have something worth saying.
<3, Ivy
Yup.
Hmmm so I thought things were just going to be platonic between you & Craftsmate hehe
StandardYeah, so I apparently have the most bizarre definition of the word platonic ever.
But, actually, the thing is he and I are very much friends and play partners. We’re not significant others. We’re not romantically involved. We’re just two people who can have as much fun sitting around and shooting the shit as we can with a flogger.
I don’t know, I feel like Plato would get behind that.
Why do you say “from my frat”? what does that mean?
StandardThere’s a fraternity I frequent quite a bit.
So does that guy (from my frat(ernity)).
Happy Birthday to my first and probably favorite follower, the stunning, awesome, practically magnetic Heart.
Party on, lovely lady.
If Ivy had a Barbie it would look like this.
Giggle. Yep.
Used to tie up my Barbies when I was a kid, though nowhere near as ornately.
Oops.
StandardSo, my queue spat out the wrong posts this morning, rendering my tumblr short-handed and incomplete.
Deleted ‘em because I’m a perfectionist.
In other news, Craftsmate decided he likes the smell of my vagina because it reminds him of some food he likes.
Apparently it’s in a good way?
So…there’s that.