Say what you will about the duct tape gag, but I’m a sucker for the classics.
black and white
“You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages.” – Neil Gaiman, The Sandman.
I’ve decided I need a little kitty/rope bottom buddy like immediately so let’s address this issue as soon as possible.
The Story of Olga by Ellen von Unwerth
I’m proud to say I’m among the special phylum of littles known as the pillowbiters.
Hey, you.
Happy Birthday.
Couple playing footsies on a subway. 1946.
Stanley Kubrick
Lately, I just want direction. I want someone to just take over and let me take my hands off the wheel for a little while. I know that’s a lot to ask. Too much, probably. It’s unreasonable and I know I wouldn’t be happy. But that makes me feel small and pathetic and needy and demanding and a little incapable.
Two weeks two weeks two weeks.
Only for two days two days two days.
But who am I to be picky?
Is it weird that I find the way that guy is touching her arm and holding her hand to be hotter than the fact that there’s a guy licking her pussy?
Overwhelmed, Part Nine
Stuff got a little fuzzy for a while. I was really subspaced. And if I haven’t driven the fact home enough, I was overwhelmed.
At one point, I was sort of on the edge of the futon and there were just hands all over me. I dipped back and when they pulled me back up, I came up crying. I wasn’t upset or scared, I didn’t want it to stop, I was just overwhelmed. I have no other way to describe it.
It was like there was just so much going on and I could barely take it all in. It was that I wasn’t used to having all the attention in a threesome directed on me by two partners. And while that makes me a little spoiled, it’s a lot to contend with. Just this unilateral attention coming from two different parties. It’s just this kind of sexy two-front war.
But Sir held me in his arms and laid down so I was lying on my back with my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and SG moved around in front of me.
“Let’s make her cum,” Sir said.
And this is how to negotiate consent mid-scene. HOT. AS. FUCK.
Guys, talking about consent and “how everything’s going” is just as important during a scene as it is before. And it doesn’t have to feel like a chore, it can be really sexy.