Just another photo that reminds me of the birthday boy.
Month: March 2013
Happy Birthday, Craftsmate.
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Hi followers,
I know I’ve been a bit quiet lately.
But do me a solid on this one.
Or, you know, just sign this because it should fucking matter to all of you.
<3, Ivy
A little something to thank you all for the kind messages regarding the recent mountain of stress I’m climbing.
As you can see, I’ve been…destressing.
And giving in to a certain boyfriend’s promise of cookies if I posted this.
Yes, the plug is turned sideways. Yes, there’s some super humiliating stuff written on my body. Yes, I am blushing right now.
(Had Craftsmate photoshop the background to tears because I’m a moron who thinks somebody is going to recognize my bedsheets.)
Current status.
Life is crazy busy and I’m a little overwhelmed with all the work I have to. I have been trying to push through, but ugh. The entire thing has made me beyond despondent.
Craftsmate’s been pretty great about being supportive, but I feel awful since I can’t really reciprocate in the way I need to. I’m not sure I’ll write about it yet, but we’ve been struggling to understand how to balance the “vanilla” and “chocolate” aspects of our relationship and the whole thing kind of came to a head the other day.
It’s hard to maintain that sort of thing when I can’t really serve him or be able to do things for him because I’m just plain swamped. I feel awful when I promise to do something and then when nighttime comes around I am just exhausted. And even though last night we had a little time to reconnect and take a shower together, the fact remains that I haven’t been fully holding up my end of the bargain, so to speak.
A follower sent me a message the other day that she showed her boyfriend my blog and they had a pretty awesome sexual experience as a joke. I was flattered and happy, but I felt a little bitter pang of “well at least my life is satisfying somebody’s boyfriend”.
This will pass, but ugh in the meantime.
Jonas Bjerre from Mew for Gaffa Magazine
Casper Sejersen, 2011
Image submitted by montecervesa.
Sweetheart learns that specificity is key when asking to be allowed to dress up “like a big girl” for the dinner.
She only hopes now that her coworkers will not be offended.
And that someone will be kind enough to hold her fork and glass.
I know, Sweetheart, I know.
Life’s so hard sometimes.
A clever way to combine the imperative of ease of inspection with the little brat’s desire for pretty pink panties.
All we need now is a built-in moisture sensor over the cunt and a remote-controlled e-stim device for punishment over the clit and she could almost be permitted out in public.
Hiding forever.
“All you know how to do is shake, shake.”