Reason #1 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
Because blame shared is blame halved.
Or blame completely deflected,
if I feel like getting her in trouble.
Month: August 2013
I miss living with him and being able to be silly and distracting on the couch.
Cinderella’s got the squirmies.
Is squirmy Cinderella an acceptable Halloween costume?
(Yes, I plan early.)
Sweetheart Updates
StandardHi guys. I try to keep these limited to Thursdays to try not to be too pushy, but here’s the latest on Sweetheart:
Due to some demand, I have added a new perk that, if you would like a custom story, I will write it. There were some folks who missed the deadline on having a story in Sweetheart, so here’s your chance for people who want a story in a future collection, folks who a private story just for themselves or people who prefer to make blind investments (COUGH COUGH).
So click here to go to the indiegogo and order those stories, kiddles.
Thank you for your continued support.
<3, Ivy
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
(Here we are meow, entertain us.)
Naturally the second I open up a tinychat I get sleepy.
Good night, tumblrinas.
Here’s to hoping I have dreams of stuff like this.
Dramatic lighting because because.
This one’s for Daddy, but I guess you all can look, too.
My Daddy bought me “Hello Kitty” stockings and they’re kind of the best things ever.
(I had to be a sneaky girl to make this (I get no privacy around hereee) and so I had to keep my day shirt on in case I needed to cover up fast.)
But I have a feeling this does not detract from the wiggly joy I’m trying to express here.
That time Mr. Craftsmate helped Ivy move into her new apartment:
He read the paper, nursed a bottle of whiskey, and occasionally paused to comment on how quiet the new place was, and how great her ass looked in that dress, as she scrubbed the floor.
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StandardAfter I woke up from my nap, he wanted to go at it again. I was a little sore from how hard he had fucked me from behind and how many times he had made me cum, but I was still soaking wet.
He climbed off of the bed and pulled me by my legs over to the edge. Shoving my knees up into my chest, he entered me again and grabbed hold of one of my feet.
I had painted my toenails the other day and when he saw them, he was pretty taken with it. Say what you will about whether or not he has a foot fetish, but he pulled the foot up to his mouth and commented on how much he loved the color on my little toes.
Licking over the sole of my foot, he grinned down at me as he thrusted hard into my sore cunt. Turning his head, he bit down on the side of my foot before rolling his tongue over it.
I literally cannot get over how hot the look in his eyes was when he did that.