What is this steak and BJ day nonsense? Every day is steak and BJ day. Especially salmon steak.
1. I miss your salmon steak so maybe like make that for me when I’m finally off the damn plane.
2. I guess I miss that other thing with you, too. 😛
Month: March 2015
A humble apology for missing my 365 photos yesterday. I had a hectic weekend.
(A severe understatement.)
So here’s one for yesterday and another for today coming up.
Me.
*pouts all over your inbox* Ivvvvy… it’s a workday. How am I supposed to study for midterms when my five minute Tumblr break turns into fifteen minutes of reading through Leftovers and a whole lot of distracting squirminess? It’s not faaaiiiiiiir. (But actually I’m so excited every time you post a story. Thank you!)
StandardHehe thank you! That’s all of Leftovers for today. I’ll finish up tomorrow!
You’re fucking disgusting and everyone knows it.
Something super super brave and blushy happened last night and I need to double my efforts to catch you up on everything from September to now because holy crap.
Leftovers, Part Five
I didn’t think I would be able to do it, knowing everyone was watching like that. But, I did. I probably would not have been able to without the blindfold on, being a little shy, but I ended up cumming in front of a room that was mostly strangers. Sir kept murmuring in my ear how I was the only one like this, how I was a slut for needing this in the middle of a nice little get-together.
I slumped against him when I had finished and someone gave off another “aww.” Sir had me say thank you to the first guy, and I did so with a little bashfulness, grateful the blindfold was still on. He clicked the vibrator back on, but I pouted that I was sensitive, and he turned it off.
Sir held me for a little bit, someone commenting that it was so sweet that I was still blindfolded. Eventually, he took the blindfold off and he had me go remove the bullet. I made a quick walk to the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact with just about everyone while doing so.
Leftovers, Part Four
Sir had me sit back down on the couch. He was fiddling with the remote to the bullet vibrator a little bit, and I was having trouble looking at anyone with the remote out like that, even if the vibrator was turned off. “Nervous?” Sir asked and I nodded. He stroked my hair. “Do you want your blindfold?”
I nodded again and he tied it over my eyes, aligning the two circles so no light could get in. I felt Star reach over and rub my shoulders. Over from the other side of the room, I heard someone ask Sir what he was holding. “Oh,” he answered. “It’s for the bullet in her cunt.” I felt my cheeks burning. “It’s new and so I just want to play with it all the time now, like a kid with a new toy.”
He switched it on and I buried my face in his chest, still embarrassed even though I was blindfolded. I tried not to moan but I did, even more so as he took me through the different speeds. When he finally brought it down to a low setting again, I straightened up and figured I could get through it if he just left it like this.
“Do you want to try it, then?” Sir asked someone. He lowered my hands to his shoulders. “Ivy,” he explained to me who he was talking to. It was a guy I’d never met before but thought seemed pretty nice and rather attractive. “Are you all right with me letting him have the remote a little while?”
Someone let out an “awww” when I nodded, because I guess I blushed, and I buried my face in his chest again.
The first guy was rather mean with it. He’d take me up pretty close and then cut it off abruptly. He figured out rather quickly which speeds really got me and which just made me frustrated, and tried to get me to have conversation while he alternated between building an orgasm and making me frustrated. With my consent, the remote ended up getting passed around, and I would have to guess who was holding it. By the tone of his voice, Sir seemed to be having a great time.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked after a few rounds of this, and I asked for some water.
The vibrator was off at this moment, and I had the glass poised at my lips when I heard the first guy, who now had the remote again, say: “Somebody needs to take this from me. This isn’t going to end well.” Everyone laughed.
Once I was finished taking a sip of water, Star was holding me and raking her long nails gently down my back and shoulder while Sir played with my hair and the first guy, who’d gotten the vibrator back, was busy getting me really, really close.
“I need to cum,” I finally choked out.
I felt Sir’s fingers dig into my hair, “you want to cum right now?” I nodded frantically. “In front of all these people? On somebody else’s couch? Right in front of everyone? Is that so?”
hi ivy! the thing about asking to be unlisted at a hotel is false, it’s been going around tumblr for several years now but it’s not true.
StandardThank you for letting me (and others) know!
I want to try this.
The thing is that I really, really hate bondage/situations that make me look or feel gross. I just get all self-conscious about it. But something about how invasive this is, its totality, really gets to me.