boxers – Ivy

It started on his couch.

When we were just play partners and nobody knew, we’d be hanging out with friends and he and I would gravitate to the couch. He’d reach over and tickle my feet or pinch me – both of which drove me absolutely crazy.

We spent nights up far too late on that couch talking – one excruciatingly late in particular – and I realized I’d befriended a really special person. I had no idea how important he’d become to me, how much I’d come to care for him, how I would just be so stupidly fond of him.

It’s been a wonderful year and I’m a huge cheeseball and whatever.

This is an outtake from some of the photos I took in Sir’s boxers and coat.

But I like how my hair looks, even if my boobs look a bit lopsided.

And I absolutely love how the slit in the boxers kind of popped open.

Y’know, for my junk.

So, I’m cleaning in the silly little boxers and coat Sir left here when he moved me in.

And I took a few silly little photos for him in them.

He said I could share one with you.

Meet Switch, Part Eight

One minute in and he was literally panting. He kept tensing harder to keep from moving. He was soaking precum through his boxers by two minutes. The entire time he was just begging.

I just watched the clock. Intermittently, I reassured him that he was being a good boy, that he was making Pretty so, so proud. I reused phrases I knew worked on me when I was being denied. I used a few unique ones.

“You want to make Pretty happy, don’t you?” I asked him at thirty seconds before time would be up, when he was just about losing it. “You’re so close, don’t fail me now, baby. That would be sad.”

He gritted his teeth and took it. It’s strange to me that in this moment of weakness and submission I figured him to be stronger than I’d ever considered him. It was in how resolute he was being, in how hard he was sincerely trying to please me.

His cock practically hit me in the face when I leaned down and pulled down his boxers. He moved when I put him in my mouth, letting a hand settle in my hair. But, I wasn’t cruel enough to take his reward away. He’d earned it well.

I do this. If you’re around me in less-than-outdoors-appropriate clothing, I’ll check you out. I peek and grope like nobody’s business.

Still debating the leash situation, Heart?