Month: October 2012

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I had expressed to Penthouse before my trip that I was into being imposingly touched right before I went to sleep. It was more of a situation where I would be sent to bed and the other party would climb in behind me, wrap an arm around me and touch as if I wasn’t trying to sleep. It started here, when Switch had me tied up during the whole abduction thing and started groping me.

Penthouse and I went over safe words, a necessity if you’re playing around with concepts of feigned reluctance or consensual nonconsent, and tried the same thing.

Except, I wasn’t tied up. So, I could playfully try to swat him away and tease him by rubbing back up against him immediately after. And then whine and pout when he persisted anyway and rubbed my pussy through my panties, squeezed my breasts through my shirt, slipped his fingers into my mouth.

“I’m trying to sleep,” I huffed as he pulled my panties aside, “you’re being too handsy.”

He hushed me and murmured in my ear, “then sleep, I’ll just take what I want.” He dragged his thumb over my wet slit. 

Naturally, I didn’t go to sleep.

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It’s starting to get a little chilly, Craftsmate.

Bundling up is an absolute necessity.

A hat helps keep the head and ears warm.

Just a thought.

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In case anybody needed to know what makes me blush:

herdirtylittleheart:

Daddy feeds me grapefruit. He eats it a few times a week, “It’s good for you baby.” I hate grapefruit. Unless it’s covered in white sugar. But that’s not how Daddy eats it.

He sits down beside me and peels it effortlessly with his big strong hands. He eats the pieces quickly and without fuss. But for me he does it differently. He takes the most plump section and carefully peels away the skin and the rind and the white stringy parts that make me say ick, leaving just the juicy raw insides. Exposed. It’s always that ruby colour, like the inside of my cunt. It’s always dripping and falling apart. He hands it to me, my fingers accept it gingerly.

I make a sour face when I chew, I shiver a little, but I don’t complain. I know it’s for my own good. He doesn’t pay much attention to my reaction anyway.

“Good girl,” he says when he sees I’ve swallowed.

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The night I got there, Penthouse and I messed around. It was somewhere between tired and playful, with the vaguest implication of a dynamic. 

When he was close, he asked if he could finish on my chest. I consented and he looked me over with a triumphant smirk. There’s something about a man who has been dominating me getting right close to cumming that makes me super bratty. 

So, when he asked me what I was going to do with his cum, I presumed he probably expected me to blush. 

Instead, I smiled and shrugged. “Oh, just taste it like this.” I wiped two fingers over my bare stomach as if to pantomime gathering some of his cum and brought them to my lips, bringing my head up and down on them. My eyes flashed up to meet his and I grinned around my fingers.

I probably shouldn’t be so smug about how he came right then. 

herdirtylittleheart:

“You’ve been so spoiled baby. Are you sure you want more?”

-my sexy husband

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So, apparently James Deen is making a legitimate movie.

I cannot wait to smugly look around the theater and be like: I know why ya’ll are really here.

Or, I don’t know, I could save ten bucks, stay home, and just watch porn.

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A brief interruption:

I grew up on public broadcasting. My mother frequently gave money to it. I was raised understanding that public television is as Jon Stewart sums it up to be perfectly: one of the best investments we ever made as a country. The outrage on his face in the second to last panel is completely justified.

And now back to the porn.

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Confessedly, my trip to see Penthouse wasn’t all doing official, legit stuff in his area and taking time in another city to breathe.

After the whole mini-munch, he and I had talked a bunch and flirted a lot. So, I found that by combining my real-life obligations with some things I enjoy, I could have a little weekend away to have some fun with somebody I had some chemistry with and similar interests in the kinky department.

By the time I arrived, I was super exhausted, dehydrated and sore from sitting for an extended period of time. Penthouse was a very gracious host and (mostly) excused my tired comments and little jabs at his school (we’ve got a rivalry). There was a little initial awkwardness, but I was surprisingly comfortable with the idea of staying with him and mostly excited for the stuff, sexy and not-sexy, the weekend held.

So, yeah, that’s how I wound up in Penthouse Land.

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There are moments where I stop and reflect on things.

At this particular instance, I am chilling in bed with Craftsmate.

“Do you know why people like to fuck around with you like this?” he asks.

I am tied up and blindfolded.

Craftsmate is lying behind me, one hand threaded into my hair. His knife is on my throat, teasing over the skin.

Outside my door, I can hear Sunshine open the door to her bedroom, step out in the common room, and walk off to the bathroom.

I suck in my breath and try to stay quiet.

In a few hours, I will need to be up for a meeting with my thesis advisor.

Craftsmate reaches the end of his explanation.

“And being pretty is such a sin.”

I try to reflect back on what the argument was in the first place, but my mind is the fuzz between radio stations.

I could be at the library or asleep or at some other school, living some other life, writing some other entry about something entirely different.

But this, in its triumphs and its embarrassments, is the way my life fell together.

And, one day, I won’t be ashamed.

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Welp, I’m back from my trip.

Glad to see you all enjoyed Fuck Baseball.

On the professional, grown up, serious business level, I was incredibly productive and some really awesome things are opening up in that regard.

On the sexy and fun level, well, I’ve got a little spring in my step now.

Prior to my trip, I was feeling kind of overwhelmed by work and the like. So, it was a nice little mental health break from Ivy University and from everything else sort of going on there. And the stuff I got done on this trip is going to make a lot of things a little easier work-wise. 

Pretty soon I’ll start writing everything, but it’s going to take a while. I had a lot of new, awesome, interesting, oh-my-god experiences over there.

Don’t worry, I’ve got other stuff queued to keep you occupied until then.

But, for now, I’m just going to sort of coast on these good feelings.

Hence, bunny on a skateboard.