bed

“So, have I mentioned you’re really good at choking me?” I asked the Southern Gentleman on Thursday morning while we were still in bed. He was curled into me, I was laying on my back. I like this position, I feel like I’m simultaneously cradling someone and being cradled. Spooning sometimes feels a little alienating and disproportionate to me.

The Southern Gentleman chuckled. I shrugged, “because, like, you’re really good at choking me.” His hand settled over my throat. I shook my head. “Come on, stop it. Number one, it is too early for choking. Number two, it is too early for choking. Number three, you’re going to get me worked up. Number four, it is too early for choking.”

He moved his hand from my neck and started kissing it. Soon, he’s rolled over on top of me, hands yanking up my t-shirt. He leans down and bites the skin right below my navel. I huff. “You’re going to get me worked up. Stop it.” There was that winning grin as his hand snaked down my sweatpants.

I reached down and pulled his hand out before attempting to push him off, “seriously, too early.”

He pulled my shirt over my head and started playing with my nipples. I tried to push his hands away, but I was starting to really enjoy it. His mouth joined in. I was moaning, I was grinding against his leg. He was smiling like a jackal against my breast, looking up at me as he did.

“Too early,” I sighed once more as his hand moved back up to my throat. You can’t say I didn’t try.

He chuckled and his hand moved back down over the waistband of my sweatpants, “then tell me you’re not getting wet.”

“That’s not the point I was making,” I huffed, “of course I’m wet. It’s just too…” He applied pressure. I gasped. My fingers dug into my sheets. His other hand snaked down to my cunt.

I’ve probably mentioned he’s really good at choking me.

New Year’s Eve: Part 6

Let me tell you, tumblr, Grad was damn good at spooning. A regular pro.

We laid there for a while and talked more. We started kissing. We tried to fall asleep. We failed.

He wound up rubbing my back, then reaching down and rubbing elsewhere. I tried to keep quiet, I wasn’t sure if anyone else was sleeping down in the basement. I bucked lightly against his hand.

“You’re really different than other people,” Grad said.

I chuckled, “you’re in love with me.” I’d been teasing him about it since we’d started talking. He’d make a comment, pay me a compliment, look at me too long and I’d say that.

For how random it was, there was something kind of sweet about hooking up with Grad. I don’t know. He’s a good guy. I guess we exchanged numbers, because I found his text the next morning. It’s horrible to admit, but I don’t think I’ll be calling him in the future. I just wouldn’t know what to say without being awkward.

And for that reason among others, I think I’m going to stop my random hookups for a while. I think Grad was a lovely note to end on for now.

Just got home two hours ago. Don’t you judge me, tumblr.

Posts coming soon. I promise.

Last night was an adventure.

“Lay your sleeping head, my love,

Human on my faithless arm.”

– W. H. Auden.

I just cannot explain how badly I need this right now. Just gently, softly, something to relax with. Just look at that smile on her face. Zen, nirvana, what have you.

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”

– Pablo Neruda

I was supposed to have a sexy night with her tonight.

But, some stresses in her other relationship, the one with her boyfriend, kept her feeling less than sexy. I realized that there were really two choices that I had about the evening. I could just go do my own thing or I could go over there and see if I could help. I was aware that, basically, the difference in these choices was that one indicated that we were on purely sexual level at this point or if there was something deeper.

At the very least, she’s one of my very close friends. A bit deeper, I don’t know, I think there’s something.

I went over to her room. I held her in bed, played with her hair, let her talk it out. I listened. We ate cookies. It felt nice to care for her and take on that sort of role. It was something people on a purely sexual level don’t do, I’m fairly sure. She called me sweetie.

Sweetie.

I am finally testing the waters of polyamory this year after a long time of really wanting to scratch the surface but being afraid and just not knowing what I wanted. And I’m really starting to get what it means now, what it implies.

So, a bunch of people I follow have recently decided to go completely off the radar and close up shop. While I understand and respect their reasons for leaving tumblr, whatever they may be, I will still miss a lot of the stuff that they were filling my dash with and I will miss, in a few of the cases, their positivity.

Why the picture? Well, it’s kind of like being put right into position and then having the person go away. Or, okay, maybe she’s just waiting. Let’s just say she’s waiting and you all will be back.

I’m terrible with goodbyes, but have a wonderful fall. And thank you for sharing what you did.

syntheticpubes:

by Matt Sharkey

Sometimes, I just wish I could spend all morning in bed.

Warm sunlight.

Soft sheets.

Hands all over.

Now we see this as in a mirror dimly, then we shall see each other face to face.

Ivy

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