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Flash Forward #4

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Craftsmate and I come home from a party only to immediately head into my bedroom. He asks me what I want to do and I shrug, lying back on my bed. Suddenly, a smirk crosses his lips and he picks up my razor.

“Do you want to tonight?” he asks.

We had been talking about him shaving my pussy for a few weeks now. I have never had anyone shave it before and the idea was really exciting for me, but both of our schedules had been busy until this point, with the semester being over.

We put down a towel on my bed and he fills a cup with water. I decide to put some music on and take my clothes off, lying down on the towel. He strips down as well, grabs my sewing scissors and positions himself between my legs.

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but your pussy’s really cute,” he says as he starts to trim the excess hair away.

He’s meticulous, which starts to work me up. Every so often, he sets the scissors down to rub his thumb over my clit. I alternate between singing along to the music, begging him to just put the scissors down and touch me, and grinding up against his thumb.

I get more desperate when he finishes trimming, pours the cold water onto my pussy and starts to spread shaving cream over my shivering body. However, he continues to take his time, carefully drawing the razor over my lips and mound in slow, deliberate strokes.

When he finishes, Craftsmate teases his fingers over my now smooth, bare lips. He picks up some lotion and starts to rub it onto my pussy when I say, “I think I need some here.” I gesture to my clit and he chuckles.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, lowering his lips over my clit. I nod eagerly but he tilts his head, kissing up my thigh instead.

I whine and try to arch myself up to meet his mouth, but he persists. By the time he finally indulges me, I am almost too delirious to acknowledge it right away.

Flash Forward #3

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I’m on my knees on the wood floor of my bedroom. My hands are tied in front of me with my thick, grey scarf. I’m nude. Craftsmate is standing in front of me, dressed.

Somehow, things always sort of happen that way.

“Where are your nipple clamps?” He asks.

I whine, flailing my bound hands limply.

He smirks and crouches in front of me, reaching down to twist a nipple. “Where are they?”

“My dresser,” I gasp out. “Top drawer. Pink makeup bag.”

He gets up to his feet and pulls out the makeup bag. Rifling through it, he finds my knockoff hitachi. “Oh, hey, forgot about this,” he says and tosses it onto the bed. I roll my eyes.

“But I’m still sore,” I argue when he takes the clamps out of the bag.

“Oh, you thought they were going on your nipples?” He chuckles as he approaches me. “Turn around.”

Flash Forward #2

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“I touched myself this afternoon,” I tell Craftsmate while we are studying in the library. “And came.”

He frowns a bit and turns the page of the document he’s reading.

I sigh and put the screen of my laptop down. “I was very stressed out.”

“Did it help?” He asks.

I shrug. “Yeah, a little.”

He nods to himself, not looking up from the paper in his hands. “You’re still getting a spanking.” I figured as much.

Back at his place, he gives me a pretty firm spanking. My ass is stinging afterwards and I think I am finished when he asks me to flip over. I roll over on the bed and lie down on my back for him. He traces his finger over my slit.

“Is this the needy little cunt that gets you in so much trouble?”

I nod. He smacks it hard and then teases his fingers over it once more. I feel myself start to get wet. I’m always a little ashamed about how my body tends to betray me like this.

He smacks it a few more times before pulling my panties and my sweatpants up.

“I want to touch it now,” I say with a pout.

He grins and kisses my forehead. I’m tired, but he wants to stay up and work a bit more. “Well, you’re not going to. Sweet dreams.”

As I huff and curl up, he reaches below the sheets and pulls my hands over them so he can see where they are. He sits down at the desk beside his bed and, after a few unanswered exclamations of frustration, I fall asleep.

Flash Forward #1

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The fact is, tumblr, that in writing about my visit to Penthouse, I set myself back a month in terms of posting. Which is definitely not a bad thing, usually. Except, this was an incredibly eventful month. So, since a lot of my favorite movies involved fucked up presentations of time (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Memento, etc.), I’m doing some flash forwards. Essentially, I’m writing about the present time sans context. Posts from the past are forthcoming, but I thought it would be fun to intersperse some stuff from the present.


It’s movie night.

That guy from my frat and I are on Craftsmate’s couch, waiting for the Redhead to arrive. Craftsmate is in the kitchen with two of my other friends, making popcorn. Apparently, this is a three-person job.

“You should thank me for tonight,” that guy from my frat says.

I roll my eyes.

He presses. “Ask me why you should be thanking me.”

I humor him. “Why should I be thanking you?”

“I leant Craftsmate my whip for tonight,” he reveals with a grin. The night before, the two of them had been discussing this stuff. After that guy from my frat had left my room, he had sent Craftsmate a text offering the whip. Naturally, Craftsmate showed me and we had a laugh about it.

“I know,” I reply. “Craftsmate showed me the text. So, thanks, you weirdo.” I give him a playful nudge.

He smiles. “Just being a good neighbor.”

The Redhead arrives just as the popcorn is finishing. She sits on that guy from my frat’s other side and starts up another round of our mutual complaining about applying to grad school. 

Craftsmate emerges from the kitchen with my two friends and sits down on my other side. I curl up into him as my friends sit down on the other couch. 

As the movie plays, I look up and down the couch over The Redhead, that guy from my frat, Craftsmate. Things feel strangely good, like all the pieces were thrown up in the air and have somehow fallen into some pattern that works. Craftsmate leans down and kisses me. He tastes like popcorn and ginger beer.

After the movie, that guy from my frat has to make a big deal out of showing me the whip. The two friends, who are pretty vanilla, are kind of intrigued.

“Oh,” I reply, putting on some fake dismay to mess with him. “That’s a flogger. Craftsmate already has a few of those. But I guess that makes sense since you also thought all the random people in Public Disgrace weren’t actual paid participants and just literal randos on the street." 

That guy from my frat starts trying to bust my chops and saying he’s going to sign me up to model for Kink behind my back. The Redhead reaches behind him to pull on my sleeve. "Don’t worry,” she mouths, “I make him pay for it when he messes with you like that." 

We both start laughing hysterically. 

"And for your information, young lady,” reads a text from that guy from my frat after he and The Redhead have left. “I’m usually a top.”

I chuckle and send back, “have fun biting the pillow.”