biting – Ivy

joandefers:

y0urprotector:

You ever stop and watch someone completing the most mundane routine – like grocery shopping, or filling their car with gas again and again and again – and question how dare they mistake these movements for living? Then ask yourself why you do the same?

The question here is really less “How DARE someone assume they are living as the go forth collecting food and securing shelter!” than it is, “Perhaps, good sir, I am an asshole who expects someone ELSE to do the grocery shopping and maintenance activities so that I might Truly Live at the top of the Living Pyramid, whilst my icy gaze pierces through the mundane veil of busywork, to see the Absolute Truth of respirational authenticity.”

If a thing is invisible to you as Required Work for True Living, you might take a second to wonder about those lesser mortals who are supposed to wash the underwear. Humping that bourgeoisie dream where everyone has perfect teeth and wonderful hair and meaningful labor, but no one knows they need to change the filters in the car or the household appliances? It’s a little weird.

The money for mustache wax has to come from somewhere, Monty Beragon.

^ I love this woman.

I just want to push her hair back from her face and bite those lips.

We were on her bed, kissing and giggling.

I was on top. My hands were wandering to her breasts, sometimes my face was wandering there, too. She has these amazingly full breasts, especially for being an athlete. They kind of come as a surprise considering the rest of her body. I’m not complaining at all.

I leaned up and smacked her. As mentioned earlier on my tumblr, I’ve been experimenting a little bit with my faint switchy urges. She just laughed, “that’s not how you slap someone.”

She rolled back on top of me, pinning me down with her legs and smacking me with a chuckle. She pushed my shirt down and leaned down to lick and suck my nipples. She bites a little. Gently. Playfully. The mood’s light.

She reached around until she found one of her scarves, rolling me onto her stomach and whispering, “now let me show you how to spank someone.” She gathered my wrists up and tied them to her headboard.

“When was the last time you were spanked?” she asked as she ran her nails over the back pockets of my jeans.

My head is already buzzing. I can’t think straight. “I can’t remember.”

“Well,” she reached around me, unbuttoning my jeans, “that’s not a very good sign, now is it? We’re going to have to fix that.”

Tumblr is just an awesome place. I get silly with you all. I get personal with you guys. I enjoy the reciprocity I experience from a lot of you.

I love when you guys tell me about yourselves in my askbox. I love to know what kinds of people are reading me. And I love when you all go out of your way to tell me something sweet.

But the fact that Sansshame thought of me (and Heart and Sin, though he has actually met them) is so immensely flattering and sweet. Thank you so, so much. I’m beaming.

sansshame:

Thursday night I ended up at a sex positive event with a good friend N who I hadn’t seen for a while. There were lots of familiar faces there; kids I’ve seen at various play parties or other events so it was more like a reunion of sorts.

One familiar face however stood out from the crowd for me and it was none other than Jiz Lee.

I had met her before through common friends and chatted with her at a few other events. N however didn’t know who she was. I gave her the 30 second pitch and brought up this gallery of Jiz and Stoya on my phone.

Of course, she wanted to meet her.

So we went up to her, said hi, and talked briefly. The theme of the event was Lesbian Werewolves so naturally N wanted to be bitten by her. Jiz did not disappoint! That girl knows what she is doing. She had N wet and moaning in no time. They attracted quite a crowd. N got weak in the knees and had to sit down, flushed.

I of course want to top tops, so despite Jiz being too butch for my taste I wanted to be the one biting her. Somehow I don’t think that would have gone very well with the uber queer crowd.

Of course as you can see from the pictures above I didn’t forget my lovely tumblr ladies: Sin, Heart, and Ivy. I only wish they were there in person so I could watch them squirm and moan as they got bitten by Jiz Lee.

Running into someone you’ve masturbated to online is always an interesting experience. Time permitting I’ll tell you about the time I met, got to play with, and top Dylan Ryan.

I was never much of a biter. But I dated a girl who definitely was. She used to love to grab my hand, my fingers, my neck and bite down. She used to love the marks it left. She loved to be able to run her fingers over it and see the marks of her teeth that were left some prominently for a few minutes.

And after a while? I started to bite back.

“Oh? So I can just admire those in the mirror, too?"

drinkyourcunt:

You vain little shit. I’m already pissed at you. You’re not helping your case. I’m going to leave teeth marks. Deep. Red. Teeth marks.