blindfold – Page 9

What if she just gave you everything? If she allowed you inside of her in a way in which the metaphor is even stronger than the physical manifestation. If she just showed you every point of fragility, every joint worn weak, every bone turned brittle.

It’s often hard to be bare, even though we’re born it. We deviate from so many of our initial notions in an attempt at maturity, such as demanding care with such unabashed fervor that it seems to be nurtured is an essential part of being human. Yet, vulnerability will be difficult for her. To become oneself seemed to mean to build up walls not solely to keep invasion out but to deter those sincerest, most intimate forms of care as well, all for the sake of some structure to lean upon.

But, what if she could break down some of those walls? And she followed your lead, arms out, palms wide, fingers trembling with an almost rudimentary trepidation.

“This is more for you than it is for me, really,” he told her as he straightened the headphones over her ears. “I know where it takes you.”

I know I’ve just revealed him recently, tumblr, but the thief and I will not continue with our current arrangement. Simply put, I will not be submitting to him anymore.

It hurts the both of us, but it’s the best step right now. He has things to attend to in his current relationship and I do not want to exacerbate anything that’s going on there. He and I are still very close, still care very much about each other, etc.

My goodness, I feel like a parent explaining their divorce.

But, yeah, we’re okay on an interpersonal level. However, personally, I’m a little bit shaken up. There’s a feeling you get from submitting to someone and you get that deep. After about nine months, we had settled into a groove and had become quite attached to each other. To be totally honest, my heart is hurting.

So, you know, be a little patient with me, tumblr. I’m feeling fragile.

<3, Ivy

I don’t want to like this. I want to say it’s crude and that it is completely unsophisticated. But I am completely and utterly drawn to it.

I hate admitting how much I enjoy being humiliated. The fact that she’s forced to taste herself and God knows who or what else on that dildo is completely and utterly degrading. But something tells me I’d enjoy being in her position, though I’d fight the entire way along and never outright admit it.

I used to have some crazy fantasies like these. It’s funny how your mind can kind of push things that arouse you (in my case, danger, knives) to extremes so you can dive into it and find a happy, safe medium from the aspects of it that you enjoy.

I see the tell-tale wire of some earbuds. There was definitely some sensory deprivation going on. I personally have not been subjected to it for quite some time, which is just unacceptable. Being so much in your head and with your own thoughts like that, I don’t know. It’s something akin to meditating.

There’s been silence for some time now. How I love anticipation, but how I just hate waiting.

For some reason, the aesthetic of when a man holds a gagged mouth that way really appeals to me.

His other hand’s doing pretty all right for itself, too.

“I feel like someone after a deluge being asked to describe the way it was before the flood while I’m still plucking seaweed out of my hair.” – Norman Rush, Mating

begandtie:

narkissa:

By Kristamas Klousch

timeless

This is probably one of my favorite moments of the entirety of the show’s run. Not because of the blindfold and all the other kinky stuff they engaged in. It’s more of how sweet their secrecy was and how playful they were in a fairly precarious situation.