These vibes forever please.
cunnilingus
My GOSH.
Actual thing I’ve said to Pup: “Gonna give my pussy a rugburn on your beard later.”
No Good Thing, Part One
I first met Leo at a play party months ago, where he’d passed me a note asking if I wanted to go somewhere private. The party was slumber party themed – so, you know, spin-the-bottle, seven minutes in heaven, really cute stuff – and so the note-passing was so on-theme that it was adorable. We ended up playing around a little, and before Pup and I headed out, we exchanged numbers and planned to go out sometime.
We kept trying to make plans to meet up, but every time we attempted to, something inconvenient and crazy would come up. I mean super inconvenient and crazy. Like, one time I had to cancel our date to go to a funeral-level inconvenient and crazy. So by the time Friday rolled around and we met up for dinner, it had been a long time coming.
Not only that, but we’d made a little bit of a plan. But more on that later.
The last time I saw Leo, he was walking around in a pair of briefs. He was covered in tattoos. I guess we did stuf fa little backwards, because when he showed up straight from work, I almost didn’t recognise him in a suit. And, yeah, knowing what was going on underneath the suit (bod-wise and tattoo-wise) was pretty hot.
After dinner, we went back to my apartment. Leo started going down on me and when I pulled him up to kiss me, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. “Tell me exactly what you want us to do tonight.”
I blushed and kissed him instead. Beside me on the bed, my phone started ringing.
This is the only arrangement of a threesome that I have’t experienced (besides three men, but, well, I can’t experience that because of my gender identity beyond just observation) and the way I see it, it’s never too late to add a new resolution to the list.
I genuinely cannot believe I haven’t fucked in a library yet.
Anybody who says they can’t feel dominant while eating a girl’s pussy just isn’t creative enough.
Can we discuss that I was just looking through my drafts/submissions for a pizza pic (I have multitudes) but then herdirtylittleheart just submitted this one as if summoned?
The rest of my day after apple picking involved me going to a party for a friend of mine who just had one of those amazing life milestones that makes you think either he’s too good at this or that everyone else is just moving too slow at the whole adulting thing. While I was there, I ran into the guy from last night who saw me out with one of my partners and managed to clear it up without outing myself.
This then turned into lots of champagne for both my friend and for managing to get away with this, some celebratory pizza, and a nap at like 8 PM facedown on my floor.
So, ah, I’m clearly adulting just as well, thank you.
So much love in one picture.
Is that me?
I think that’s me.
Sweetheart’s the kind of girl whose Daddy ends up getting a call pretty early on in the playdate.
At the end of our second date, Nilla asked me if he was too vanilla for me. I laughed, because the question was kind of silly.
I guess because I mess around with Flint sometimes and I’m a kinky girl, he assumed that I only gravitated to kinky people when looking for partners. Which is, I understand, how some kinky people navigate non-monogamy and partner-finding.
But let me lay out our second date for you:
- He picked me up and brought me to his place.
- We took a few bong rips and watched The Muppets, which was the best thing to do.
- When I said I didn’t want to have sex right away, he asked instead if he could go down on me. To which I was like, uhhh, yeah.
- He was really good at that. Like, I mean, full-on loving the pussy good at it. Like, way beyond spelling the alphabet with his tongue good at it. Like, enthusiastic, game-changingly good at it.
- When I sucked his cock, he actually murmured, “how do you even do that?” at one point which might be the best testimonial ever.
So, no, when a guy grabs my hips, throws me down and makes sweet face-love to my pussy, he is not too vanilla for me.