No matter how grown-up she tries to be, she’s never too grown-up for lap time.
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“I think I want to kiss you,” Craftsmate said one night about a month ago while in bed with me.
The last time that I had happened, there was a little bit of an episode, as you may recall. So we had agreed to be play partners and not kiss or be emotionally intimate. Which was all fine and good until there would be nights he would sleep over and we would wake up curled into each other and I would feel some little pang of something growing in my throat.
That night, the lights were already out and I couldn’t see him. “Are you sure? I’m not sure my ego can handle you freaking out over this again.”
“Yeah,” he replied, “yeah, I’m sure. I want to kiss you.”
I climbed over him to get out of bed. “I’m going to the bathroom. Think it over and when I get back if you want to, maybe we will.”
When I returned, he confirmed that he was still on board about it. I was a bit embarrassed at how nervous I suddenly felt. It was too dark in my room and we bumped noses. The entire kiss was awkward and reminiscent of a middle school playground.
Somehow, that felt about right.
They have to get creative with the squirmy ones.
To write about the inspection Penthouse performed on me the morning before I left is entirely too blushy. I’ve tried. I can’t.
But the blushiest part was probably when he was about to put his finger in my asshole and went to put a rubber glove on.
“Daddy?” I asked, “what’s the glove for?”
He let some lube coolly drip over my ass. “The other boys don’t use it when they play with your little asshole?” I shook my head no and he chuckled. “Well, that’s just silly, sweetheart.”
Holy condescension, Batman.
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Seven
I made her cum with my fingers. I was on top of her, fingers hooked into her pussy. She had been sort of mewling the whole time and when she came her moans had gotten throaty and uninhibited. Afterwards, her eyes were glowing.
Penthouse joined us on the bed and we all talked. I was a little worn out and I pulled one of his sweatshirts on and curled up in his arms. Slipping in and out of sleep, I listened to them talking until Penthouse told me to go cuddle up with Popcorn.
I crawled across the bed and snuggled up against her, closing my eyes. She reached up, petting my hair. “She’s so adorable,” she said to Penthouse, as if I wouldn’t be able to understand if she had said it directly to me. In her defense, I was tired and mostly mumbling out meek little statements. But, I appreciated the line that was drawn.
Later on, Penthouse had me on my knees beside the bed while they were talking. He outstretched his hand and told me to worship it. Without hesitation, wanting to impress Popcorn, I leaned up and started to kiss his hand.
“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn said.
Penthouse smiled, “want to see what you can make her do?”
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Three
Before Popcorn came over, Penthouse treated me to a little sensory deprivation. Because, yes, that sort of thing is a treat to me. I’m a funny girl like that.
He secured the blindfold over my eyes, tied me down to the bed, and popped the headphones into my ears. He had recorded something rather filthy and entirely too blushy for me to go into too much detail about. But it was really hot, let me assure you.
At one point, he turned the recording off and called up Craftsmate to thank him for the blindfold and the ballgag he had made. I blushed deeply as he did, his hand trailing up my thigh as he implied over the phone that I wasn’t really in any condition to talk.
Shortly after he let me out, Popcorn confirmed that she was headed over. Honestly, the deprivation had put me in about the right headspace. I was incredibly calm and quite ready to submit.
Not to mention very, very worked up.
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Original photo source. Just in case anybody’s confused.
What is with taking a perfectly lovely picture of Heart’s leg and not only changing the source but freaking making it black and white? Seriously? It’s no more artistic or authentic or anything else.
It’s like oh look at the Mona Lisa. It’s so unsophisticated in color.
Excuse me…
Well, now look at how much classier it is in black and white. Despite the artist’s initial intention, I now prefer it by the strange implication that black and white works, especially in photography, are somehow much better than color works. Even if the photographer wanted the photograph to be in color, clearly we’re just doing them and the world a favor by altering the image to be black and white.
NEVER FEAR, GUYS. TODAY IS THE DAY THAT (He)ART WAS SAVED.
The first time she tried to bring the crop over, she used her hands.
She’s been trained a little better now.
Playdate with Popcorn, Part 1
I was all nervous about texting Popcorn after we messed around, but Penthouse insisted she would want to. And, lo and behold, when I picked up my phone she had already texted me thanking me for letting her see me leashed.
Except, I was way too anxious about texting her still and Penthouse had to sit there, play with my hair, calm me down, and then text her for me. Really. Because I’m bashful and apparently still in middle school. But he was a very good sport of listening to me get all nervous and then giddy and then everywhere in between.
But, the plans to get together later that evening were made and things were looking peachy.
Under your skin, 1966
Chained, Part Eight
Once I had reached my limit of being flogged, caned and spanked, Penthouse brought me down onto my knees on the floor in front of them. “Do you want some time alone with her?” He asked as Popcorn sat down on the floor across from me.
“Yeah,” she said. “Would you mind?"
"Not at all,” he replied, “you okay with that, Ivy?” He looked to me and I nodded, a blush rising in my cheeks. I had not been dominated by a woman in quite a while and the idea of being alone with her was equally exciting and scary. I barely knew this girl, but I thought well of her and was glad I had met her on a vanilla level first. That, at least, made things a little less strange and feel a little safer.
Penthouse left the room and Popcorn picked my blindfold up from the table, buckling it over my eyes. She wiped some drool from the corner of my gag with her thumb and I blushed even deeper.
“Do you like playing with girls?” She asked as she eased the front of my nightgown down, exposing my breasts.
“Mmhmmm,” I replied around the ballgag, nodding.
She pulled a bit lower and I knew she could see the vague traces of the ‘whore’ that had been traced into my stomach. I heard her chuckle and turned my head away, somewhat ashamed, until her fingers clamped down on my left nipple. Her free hand rose to my right shoulder as if to will me to face her, even if I could not see her.
There was a moment where I could feel myself shaking against her and realized that she was shaking, too. Her hand was trembling against my already trembling shoulder. The idea that we were both a little nervous, I don’t know. There was something kind of beautiful and sort of intimate about it.
She played with my nipples for a bit before I heard her take out her phone. A few minutes later, Penthouse came back in and asked if she had enjoyed herself.
“Oh, definitely,” she replied, “I’m just not sure what to do with her nipples.”
“Oh,” Penthouse answered and I could hear him crossing the room. “Here, let me show you something fun.”