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I think I’d like to take a bath in front of someone one day. I’ve taken showers with people before, but never baths.

But the thing is here that I don’t want to take it so much with you as I do in front of you. I want to be watched, scrutinized. I don’t want to be helped, just sort of monitored.

It’s a barely sexual thing, really. If you touch yourself or shove your cock down my throat, you’ll honestly ruin it. Same with grabbing my hair and riding my face, if you’re of that gender. It’s an appeal to the vague little girly leanings I have sometimes. Maybe.

But I just want you to watch and exercise some restraint. I just want to feel like I’m under glass sometimes. And there’s always time for that other stuff later.

Jack and Jitters, Part 5

“You know I can’t multitask.”

The Southern Gentleman had pulled me up onto my hands and knees on the bed. While I was busy sucking his cock, his hand had wandered down to my clit. Still sensitive from my orgasm and fast-careening toward subspace, I could barely concentrate on his cock when he touched me.

He chuckled, “well, you’re going to have to learn. Or I’m going to have to teach you.”

I tried to shrink away from his hand so I could focus on sucking him off. He sighed, “looks like I’m going to have to teach you, Ivy.” Before I could process this, his hand practically clamped over my cunt as he started to rub my clit violently and his other hair gripped my hair firmly as he started to fuck my face roughly.

I was totally and completely overwhelmed.

And it was perfect.

Best. Present. Ever.

“I shall be as dirty as I please; and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!” – Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.

Good school-related things:

This image.
The fact that I did surprisingly well on an assignment that was killing me before the holiday.

So, yeah. Stay in school.

dacrylagnia:

sweatspitcumglitterandbruises: you want this

I’ve told you again and again Ivy.

You organise those files chronologically, not alphabetically.

Yeah, yeah.

Hmph.

(I swear these keep getting funnier in their own way. <3)

All of this.

sheslostcontrol-again:

“I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends.”
―Albert Camus

I went out last night to a frat party. I decided to wear one of my favorite skirts. It’s cute: safari inspired with some really useful pockets. I had not worn it in a while, since at least spring semester. After pairing it with some boots and a white lace top, I headed out with some friends.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was talking to some people when I kind of absently reached into one of the pockets on my skirt. I felt something inside and raised a brow before pulling it out. Lo and behold, I was holding one of my thongs in my hand. I have no idea how it got in there and I found myself blushing instantly.

But, I had to laugh when my friend shook her head and said, “I’m not even surprised, Ivy.”

Oops.

When they say no running by the pool, they mean it.

I’m just never happy. I spent all this time wishing for the rain again, but now I just want it to be sunny.

In my defense, Irene was a bit of an overkill answer to my prayers. Be careful what you wish for.