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thinkivykink:

Personally? It helps that I have a vagina.

In terms of the “royal you”: Know that partners honestly, really don’t care what it looks like as long as you know how to use it. And if they do, meh. Not worth your time.

Bahaha Sir just texted me like “the way to get over penis anxiety is to stick in it her butt. Then you’ll realize the value of an average-sized penis.”

So, there you go.

I didn’t, they don’t have a program for what I do.

Let’s call it Fellatio Arts.

Wow, you must have been reading back for quite a while.

Yeah, I was really vague about him. A lot of posts about him aren’t even specific or tagged with him or much of that.

He wasn’t a teacher, but yeah. It was a little bit of that. Let’s say there were certain obstacles.

Ugh I am going to be super cheesy but probably like being with Sir places because we do this cheesy thing where we call each other “home base” sorry I’m a huge cheeseball.

Also I really love New York.

Personally? It helps that I have a vagina.

In terms of the “royal you”: Know that partners honestly, really don’t care what it looks like as long as you know how to use it. And if they do, meh. Not worth your time.

Oh gosh there’s lots of really bad ones. I really hate true punishments, like punishments that aren’t fun at all. I realize punishments really cease to be fun to me when I stop receiving attention, so I still kind of like being hit because at least I’m getting attention.

So things that fall into the category of corner time (groan) or holding something on the wall with my nose for a certain amount of time (hated that) are THE WORST.

I mean, if you don’t ask specifically, I’m not going to tell you. Isn’t that the point of the question? 😛

So far, it’s been a hard limit for me. However, I’ve been starting to think about it and I’ve considered trying it with Sir the next time I see him. He really enjoys anal and has done it with other partners, so I would be in good hands. 

Oh man. I’ll keep this light:

In sixth grade this guy gave me this piece of paper that said “Will you be my girlfriend?” with two options “Yes” and “No.” And I wasn’t really into boys yet but I circled “Yes” and gave it back to him. 

At lunch, one of my friends was like, “you know you’re going to have to make out with him and stuff.” So I awkwardly got up and walked over to his table. He had the paper out and was showing it to his friends. I took it and I erased the circle around “Yes,” put one around “No,” and handed it back like, “I’m so sorry.”