He woke up a little bit before me and took this photo. Every time I look at it, my heart swells a little. I’m a sucker for intimacy.
(FYI: I have given him prior consent to photograph me while I’m asleep. Don’t photograph people without their knowledge or consent!!)
Résumé: I swallow
Pup and I were hanging around at my place when the subject of sex came up. It had a few times before, but there had been the issue of me not yet being on birth control and then the issue of Pup having his relationship problems.
Okay, I should clarify that hanging out means that he was sitting on my couch and I was sucking his cock.
Anyway, I pulled him from my mouth and gave him a teasing smile. “Do you want to fuck me with this?” I asked.
Pup pulled me up and into his lap. “Do you want me to?”
I smirked and ground against his lap. Besides the material of my dress that had fallen between my legs, there was nothing else separating him from just entering me. “I asked you first.”
“I do,” he said. His hands settled on my hips, “can I?”
“I’ll have to talk to Sir,” I said. “In the meantime, I can just tease you with it.”
I continued grinding myself against him, until Pup just smiled and picked me up by the hands on my hips, threatening to thrust up inside me. I slapped him playfully on the shoulder and wiggled out of his grasp. A few moments later, I resumed teasing him, and he once again pulled me up and feigned preparing to penetrate me.
“You should talk to your boyfriend, then,” Pup said.
I smiled. “Maybe I will.”
just a shout out to all the closeted polyamorous people out there. pls reblog so that they can see this. it’s important to let them know that they’re accepted.
It’s perfectly okay to be closeted. It doesn’t make you (or your partners) any less valid. It’ll be okay! <3
The waiting is always the worst of it.
It is a strange and beautiful thing how everyone loves in a different way. Some people love with flowers and messages. Others with cigarettes and long walks in the rain. Some with poetry and mellow silences. And yes, people won’t love you the way you want them to love you. It will never ever be perfect. But you don’t want a perfect love. You want a real love.
- yes, eat that
- no, do not text back the fuckboy
- hush, her sex life is none of our business
- coconut oil
I don’t remember a whole lot of my dreams. But, I had a really awesome sex dream recently about Sir and Pup and a ton of other people where I was the center of attention because yeeeah.
I have two collars. My serious training collar from Sir, for me to wear until I earn my real collar, and my fun silly Catness collar from Heart. The latter might just fall into that category. It’s very cute.
No, that makes perfect sense (cents pun pun pun.) And, yes, I am white.
You’re correct that representation is a huge issue, but I guess I just get frustrated when people ask me over and over (when I’ve definitely answered it before) and how people get genuinely shocked about it.