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Putting latex things on Ivy, taking latex things off Ivy, maybe letting Ivy take latex things off me…
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.
This was probably the song I listened to most this summer. Which will make a certain be-trousered tumblrer get all smug. But it’s true: his ability to tag posts is only surpassed by his ability to curate good music.
Oh, and I guess he writes okay erotica as well.
Nonetheless, I’d like to imagine this is the song robots play when they have really gratifying angry sex.
You heard me.
For something (and a post) that recalls a little hiccup this summer, go here.
For something a little punchier, go here.
Before I left to return to Ivy University, Penthouse gave me a little spanking. It was fun, playful, a little silly.
Thus, my visit to Penthouse land saga ends. Over a month after it happened. But you can’t fault me for taking my time with it.
But, now I’m stuck playing catchup on some hot stuff that’s happened in October and November that I’d like to write about for the dual purpose of this blog being the only semblance of a journal I can keep and because writing erotica for me is hot and fun.
So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed the details of my trip. There’s more fun to come.
Sometimes, play can be playful! Go figure! 🙂
Daddy makes me laugh, even while he’s paddling my butt.. <3
(Submission via myheadisfullofflames)
Last night, as a means of procrastinating, I opened up a tinychat to procrastinate work and try to answer questions live instead of in the cold, cruel inbox format.
What I thought would be a little thing quickly mushroomed into a very busy, very lively meeting of the minds – so to speak. Equal parts weird and fun, the tinychat added a dimension to some people who had, up until this time, been simply stories I read and enjoyed.
Things got a little nuts when Craftsmate came over, got out his computer, and joined in. And then when Penthouse hopped online, noticed the post, and joined in on the chat as well. I was blushing the entire time as worlds collided.
And thanks to you all, I went to bed with a red little bum.
Hmph.
When I was driving home from the gym, this song came on the radio. SG had sent it to me a month or so after it came out. That enough sort of stung, but then:
“Well, I know that I’m not all that you got. I guess that I, I just thought, you and me would find new ways to fall apart.”
Elle once told me radios were psychic like that. Once, when she and I were fighting in her car, our song came on the radio and she patted the dashboard with a chuckle.
It all sort of felt like a cruel joke.
But it was really those words that got to me. I had never been too upset about his girlfriend beyond the occasional hiccup, never cared about his other hookups at all. This one made me feel gutted. I thought of them, briefly, together, and I actually felt nauseous.
And so I started screaming in traffic. Windows up, of course.
I’m heading out in a bit to a friend’s 21st birthday. Hopefully it will take my mind off of everything. Odds are, I’ll probably need someone carrying me home tonight. Whatever.
Ivy out.
Hey, Dacry?
See that hand coming out from the left?
Gets you thinking, right?
I think we need to find ourselves a new friend.
<3, Ivy
Ellen Von Unwerth