“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.”
– ee cummings.
Month: January 2013
I love that earnest face men make sometimes when they’re doing this.
So, yeah, the beat’s really hot and so are Heart’s words.
And I’m really excited that Destiny’s Child is going to be a thing again, even if it may be too good to be true.
This remix sounds like a sexy dirge.
Can you conjure, in your head, the way it sounds when your name escapes their lips? The particular inflection, the rise and fall of the syllables? The way it sounds when they’re laughing it, shouting it, exasperated and forcing it, sleepily dreaming it, or moaning it against your lips? What do they call you in those moments? How does it command your attention, ply your heart, pull you to them? Nobody else says it quite that way.
Say My Name – Cyril Hahn Remix
Fuck to this.
So, Craftsmate has kind of gotten me into taking on different roles in the bedroom, which is not something I’m too terribly experienced in. But, I’ve been mostly receptive and found that a lot of it has actually turned me on. Which is the preface you need for this conversation:
Me: Hey can we do a sexy bedroom roleplay where you’re [Professor I Have An Academic Crush On]?
Me: Please.
Me: It would mean a lot to me.
Craftsmate: …
Me: So my [Academic Crush] fantasy is that I like come to your office hours.
Craftsmate: …
Me: And you’re like oh I think I need a research assistant to like read books or whatever.
Me: And I’m like oh I can read books.
Me: And you’re like great wonderful but then I like totally fuck up reading books somehow.
Me: And you’re like come here and let me spank you I am [Academic Crush].
Me: And I’m just like oh god okay, [Academic Crush].
Craftsmate: …
In other news, I have the lamest sexual fantasies ever.
Jan4†h♥feels/like…now(Burcum Baygut)★
Last night, Craftsmate spanked me two hundred times over his knee on my couch.
There’s something about getting spanked on your own couch.
I know it was two hundred swats because he had me count and thank him for each one. Which got difficult when he would deliver a few hard ones in a row and I would have to quickly account for the ones I had not had time to count right away. And sometimes it hurt so much that I could barely get myself to speak.
But, I’ve been trying to build my tolerance to this kind of stuff. Usually, I just throw out my safeword and then realize a few moments later that I could have taken much more. Because Craftsmate respects my safeword and my boundaries, he’s not going to push it. So, it was up to me to push myself this time and see if I could actually make it up that high.
Originally, he stopped at one hundred. I was already sore, but I asked him to keep going. And then the same at one hundred and fifty.
By the time he reached two hundred, I was clinging onto his leg and gritting my teeth. But I was proud of myself and caught myself smiling when he had me look at how red my ass was in the mirror.
Now that I’ll never be able to listen to Bach again without picturing some girl receiving analingus on a plush, white carpet.
Here’s the pornchestra. Which is exactly what it sounds like and much, much more.
That guy from my frat showed this to The Redhead and I, who proceeded to watch it, speechless. Because my friends are probably significantly weirder than yours.
Brownie points to whoever can figure out the pornstar with the pretty impressive vocal register is.
Dear person I hate (I’m mainly just wondering if there IS anyone you ‘hate’ … doesn’t seem like a word that quite fits you, but what do I know?)
StandardIt’s funny. I throw the word around a lot but I’m not really sure I actually hate anybody. Because I’m trying to figure out someone I hate and then I’m like, “oh, well, I don’t hate them because I learned something but then again what’s hating really.”
Dear Person I Profoundly Dislike But Still Taught Me Something Really Valuable,
Ugh. Thanks?
<3, Ivy
Dear fish taco,
Standard
Dear Bestfriend…
StandardYou’re sitting across from me right now, actually making a sincere effort to work on your thesis.
You know that you are entirely too legit to quit.
Also, thanks for not being too weirded out by my sex paraphernalia.