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She always found inspections blushy. She hated being on all fours with the lights on and her bum in the air. The vulnerability, the lack of control, it made her squirm just to think about the way he used the word “present” (as in presentation). It made her want to hide. It wasn’t one of her favourite things, but it made him happy. It made him proud. And he rewarded her so sweetly.

But that would have been preferable, easy even, compared to the inspection he gave her last time. She sunk in her seat when he looked in her ears, and when he said “let me check your teeth” she felt cornered. She prayed for the chair to eat her alive, she wished she could disappear. She protested. He was firm. She scanned his face frantically, searching to assess her chances of changing his mind: Hopeless.

She considered it for one fast second, saying her safe-word. She never had before, but as she cowered under him she put the word on the tip of her tongue just to see how it felt.

“Stop being silly and open your mouth,” her fussing didn’t move his resolve.

She was angry. He knows how stubborn she is, how could this be the one thing she couldn’t bear to do for him? After the long and depraved list of occasions where she had exceeded his expectations, after the times she had shocked even herself, how could baring her teeth be the line she wouldn’t cross?

They teetered on the edge like that, a stand-off to the untrained eye. But they both knew what would happen next, the question was only how long it would take for her to concede.

“Good girl,” he took his fingers out of her mouth and cooed at her. “Was that so hard?”

Image: And Then by AomochiNAKAHARA       Story by: Heart

I usually hate it when people on tumblr are like “oh my god such and such and I are the same person oh my god”. Because tumblr provides such a limited scope of who somebody is that the whole idea of taking a small fraction of somebody’s life and saying that you are therefore identical to somebody is really obnoxious to me.

But, this fraction overlaps right now in a very real way. I’ve been behind on writing about my experiences and mostly I’ve been too busy blushing over them.

So maybe I can just get away with reblogging this (oh, and this) and calling it a day without having to recount the not-so-sordid tales?

Growing a Pair, Part Two

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I’d like to just leave a list right here of all the awkward from hanging with the guy from Ivy University:

  • When I got to his place, the door was sort of propped open and I knocked to find him sort of just standing in the middle of the room with his shirt off. He just started apologizing and getting dressed and I stood in the foyer laughing hysterically while he tried to explain that it was really hot in there and he had not gotten my text that I was outside.
  • He kind of awkwardly apologized for my random crisis that I had when he found me. And then, for the first time ever, I saw my tumblr on somebody else’s computer. Which was really strange.
  • He very graciously allowed me to look at his knives and then I very awkwardly accidentally cut my finger on one. So, uh, yeah, things usually get uncomfortable once somebody starts bleeding.
  • He, out of nowhere, guessed with perfect accuracy the third location in this post. And then jokingly complained that now he wasn’t going to be able to go over there without it being a “blowjob place, gross”.
  • He figured out who Byron and Blue were. He knows them. And when he put two and two together, his face was a mixture of the expressions one might have if a) you find out Santa isn’t real and b) you find out Mark Wahlberg used to be Marky Mark. Like, the two of those blended together.
  • We wound up chilling for a little bit with one of my other friends and I was telling her something that wasn’t sexual had been mentioned on this tumblr and he was like, “oh, yeah, you said…” and I sort of gave him the glare from hell because I was super paranoid.
  • He handmade this really awesome flogger and since I’m a huge fan of DIY and being a bitch, I asked to see it in action. He let me hit him first which honestly consisted of me flailing the thing in his direction, freaking out, and then saying I wanted to do it the “kink.com” way. Which was basically just me, once again, flailing the thing in his direction and freaking out.