I’m teasing Sir on Skype right now.
This was what I wore, with fishnets, during a certain threesome with him and SG that I need to work up the nerve to write about already.
(Please ignore the bruise on my inner thigh, I dropped a freaking kettlebell into my lap.)
Throwback to that time that I made a near perfect gif loop with tumblr’s shitty gif function.
“You have to salvage what you can, even if you’re the one who buried it in the first place.” – Kelly Link, Pretty Monsters.
Because he likes brave girls best of all.
After all my wild one-boobin’, a reminder I’ve got two of ‘em.
Access: one of the perks of option #1, which hasn’t gotten all that much love but still has a soft spot in my heart.
Just can’t take her anywhere.
When I got to Sir’s stomping ground, we had to take a bus to his place.
On the bus, I was facing him and away from the driver and the other passengers. We were close to the back. Feeling a little brave and a little needy, I spread my legs and let my dress slip up.
Sir smirked and reached out to rub my knee. I sat back and kept flashing him the whole ride.
To the person who sent me their cute spanked bottom with cute little panties but didn’t specify whether I could post it or not:
The answer to your question is that yes, sometimes, people do get little red or purple marks on your butt the next morning. I don’t mark very easily, but I have gotten that before. Just give it a little ice and take it easy and it’ll go away.
<3, Ivy
I miss the summer, when he’d take me to the park sometimes and we’d find somewhere grassy and still and quiet. I miss closing my eyes and smelling just how green the grass was, being teased about my dirty feet. I miss how -when at the slightest suggestion that someone was coming I would bolt up and tug my skirt down – he told me that even if I was a little bit of a scaredy-cat, I was still a little floozy.
