decisions – Ivy

Full Service, Part Eight

We were curled up together in bed afterwards. Craftsmate had untied me and my head was kind of spinning. I had kind of fallen back into subspace during sex once more, especially when he pulled out and made me cum by grinding his thumb really hard into my g-spot. He knows I like the tension between things hurting and feeling pleasurable, such as getting overstimulated by a vibrator or getting spanked on my cunt.

But, anyway, I was a little hazy. The inside of my mouth tasted like condom and cum and I wanted to close my eyes for a bit.

Craftsmate reached over and pinched my nipples between his fingers. “You know, if I ever collar you and own you,” he said, pinching a little harder, “I would pierce these with little rings.”

“We’ll talk about it, Sir,” I replied.

He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Of course. I’d never make you. But maybe one day.” He released my nipples. “Anyway, you were a very good girl today.”

Swelling with pride, I let my eyes close and curled up in his arms.

In retrospect, I’m happy I pierced them on my own terms. When I was ready to admit to myself that I’d wanted them for years and that it was okay to take a risk and get them, when I did it how I wanted it to be done. (I think rings aren’t as cute as barbels.)

“Are you sure this isn’t because I like them?” Sir had asked me while we were waiting for the piercer. “This is what you want, right?”

I shook my head. “Are you kidding? This is all for me.”

We’re both glad about that fact.

On the subject of weddings (my gosh I cannot believe how many of you I actually had going):

While out last night, my friend and I agreed that if we’re both single when we’re forty, we are getting married. He is totally and completely into men. While his personality is great for me as a friend, it’s not the type of personality I’d want to be with at all. However, we’d probably be great domestic partners.

The conversation then sort of went: “Well, do you want kids?” “Yeah, I think I would.” “I think you’d be a great mother.” “We wouldn’t even have to have sex if you didn’t want to.” “That’s very considerate of you."

I’d like to imagine our reception would look like this. Because we’re really classy people.

Agh, help.

Tumblr community, I see how you helped Heart with her little date lingerie decision.

Well.

That guy from my frat and I are going out tonight and left to my own devices I’d dress like a second grader (actual quote from a friend). So um help me figure out an outfit and please suggest stuff because I just don’t know.

This message brought to you by my inability to be a functioning adult.

I’ve been learning to say no.

I know this is the worst thing for someone with a sex tumblr to say. You guys probably don’t want to hear me saying no to stuff. Well, you don’t want to have to read about me turning away from potentially fun decisions.

I have a friend. A very good-looking friend. A very good-looking friend who I have, in the past, had some serious fun with. And we were planning to pick some stuff up and have a little fun. But, she’s in a relationship with someone and, despite the fact that they are trying to do polyamory, I’m not entirely sure they know exactly what they’re doing. I don’t want feelings to get hurt and I don’t want to ruin our friendship and drag down her relationship with it.

Because, above all, she’s one of my great friends. I would absolutely hate to lose her. And, while the fun we’ve had was pretty great, I need to get some priorities straight. I think I’ve made the right decision here. And, yeah, it stinks a little, but I have a feeling I’ll be glad I did this in the long-run.