Santa has a way of rewarding the naughty ones who never got their Christmas puppies when they were children.
Tis the season!
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Ho.Ho.
Month: December 2012
Merry Christmas, followers.
I hope you all get exactly what you want.
Love your stories. Well written and told. It would be awesome though if you could tag them!
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But what do you mean – if I could tag them? I put tags on all of my posts. Like militant tagging. Like also some absurd tagging. Feel free to explore.
If you are on a mobile browser, you cannot see the tags. But, I assure you, they are there.
Tumblr going on queue for the next few days.
Stay warm, followers.
And stay naughty.
Ana Beatriz Barros by Ellen von Unwerth
Dude, welcome to the incredibly-confusing-but-usually-worth-it kinky poly club. Because we just couldn’t deal with our relationships only being a little ridiculous, right?
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Easing out the Kinks, Part Eight
After I kissed Craftsmate’s cheek, the two pushed me down onto the floor.
“I don’t think you’re allowed on the furniture,” Penthouse explained, “I didn’t hear either of us say you could sit up here.”
“Kneel,” Craftsmate said, moving me back down to the floor when I tried to get back up.
“Sit up straight,” Penthouse added, “legs further apart.”
I can only imagine how much I was blushing. But it wasn’t as much as when we were leaving and Penthouse told Craftsmate to “make sure Ivy is housebroken” the next time we came to visit so I didn’t keep climbing up on the furniture.
As we left, the two agreed the day turned out much better than they had thought. I huffed and went to interject, but they were quick to reply that I had gotten exactly what I wanted.
Touché.
Easing out the Kinks, Part Seven
Eventually, we got some alone time and I got the clamps off and blushingly handed them off to Penthouse.
Perhaps seeing that I was a little anxious, Craftsmate started to tickle my wrist. I attempted to swat his hand away, pouting. With a smirk, Craftsmate snatched my wrist and prodded his finger into my ribs. I felt Penthouse grab onto my other wrist, holding it firmly.
“Guys,” I whined when they started tickling me, stopping only to switch their grasp so my arms were crossed over my chest. Satisfied, they sat back and attempted to watch the television while I groaned and squirmed on the couch. I went back and forth between asking one to let me go, and when he refused, I’d just turn to the other and ask. However, I was completely unsuccessful.
Eventually, they let go of my arms, claiming that maybe I deserved a few minutes to prove that I could behave. I huffed and gave Penthouse a shove. “You guys are assholes,” I said right before Penthouse grabbed my arm and bent it behind my back.
My face was pressed against the couch and Craftsmate was holding firmly onto my other arm before I could realize what had happened. I groaned and tried to wrench my arms away. “You know what she hates?” Craftsmate said before reaching down and pinching my ass. Penthouse joined him, both laughing and enjoying themselves.
“Fuck you,” I replied, somewhere between irritated and aroused. What can I say? I like being ganged up on.
Penthouse reached up and looped his fingers into my hair. “You’re being rude,” he chastised, “now be sweet to Craftsmate and give him a kiss.”
“On the cheek,” Craftsmate added, “because you’ve been a brat.”
I huffed and complied. For people who weren’t always compatible in communication, Penthouse and Craftsmate were far too good at working together to torment me.
Easing out the Kinks, Part Six
Followers, this whole poly thing is very new to me.
There was a lot of stuff unsaid and just a lot of stuff we couldn’t say because Penthouse’s family was hanging around. Stuff as simple as the fact that I was wearing the clamps, which Craftsmate figured out anyway, to the issues that had come up. Of course, the moment we all couldn’t speak freely, I suddenly decided I could handle communication. Usually, the idea of it makes me a little nauseous. I’m a bit too eager to avoid conflict.
So, there we were on the couch. Craftsmate had his arm around me and Penthouse was holding my hand. It was this weird moment where I realized just how new to this I am and just how much I really am playing it by ear a lot.
And so I am always flattered when you all claim I have my shit together and I’m a good example or an expert or a reliable source. But, gosh, guys. I’m stumbling in the dark just as much as anybody else.