Stellar eyefucks to start the week.
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Gagged kisses are the best kisses. Trust.
Anybody know what this is from?
Update! @montecervesa has identified the film as The Counselor.
Thought: Somehow a white ballgag like this looks even more profane than a garish red one.
Pup keeps a butter knife in our freezer for knifeplay.
(Tip for those who don’t know: if you freeze a butter knife and blindfold your partner, it feels 100% sharper and more dangerous. Which can be incredible.)
Our roommate – an incredibly open and supportive and fantastic vanilla friend – was cleaning out the freezer the other day when she came about the knife. “How’d this get in here?” She wondered aloud.
"Oh, no, leave it there,“ I said. "Don’t worry about it."
She stared down at the knife for a minute before replacing it and saying, "this is some kind of sex thing, isn’t it?”
Just when you figure you know all your kinks, the internet swoops in with something like this.
Hey Tumblr.
Pup and I are road tripping our way to warmer weather for the holidays. And possibly – POSSIBLY – seeing a certain old friend.
I’ve got a little bit of a queue up for the next little bit. So happy holidays to you and yours.
Impulse, Part Eight
With a few condoms in hand, I rejoined Rex upstairs. We were back at it in a few moments, Rex slipping two fingers inside me while he bit on my ear. He leaned up and pulled out his cock, pumping his hand over it before asking, “now, can you suck this?” I thought I could hear a tiny bit of the kind of condescension I like.
The sex was simple, urgent. He shoved my legs up to my chest and we stayed like that after we finished. Still inside me, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Well, hi.” I said.
“Hey there.” He chuckled.
We stayed like that and talked. It was almost comical, doing that sort of small talk after we’d already fucked, playing out the whole flirtation thing backwards. He played with my hair while I talked about myself. We discovered we both came from the same place before we’d moved here, that we both worked in the same field. We had mutual friends in our old city. It was bizarre.
And, yeah, when we were back up on our feet, he asked for my number. Thankfully, I got smart and gave him my phone, telling him to put his name in it. Which is, you know, how I discovered his name was Rhett and not Rex. I stood between his legs while he sat and he added me to his phone as well, one hand typing the number and the other resting on my butt.
“Wait a minute,” Rex said as I was pulling my skirt by on. “Can I take a picture of you?”
I turned to him. “Really? Why?”
He shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always done after significant or interesting things.”
“What, this is significant and interesting?” I teased.
“Well, yeah.” Rex replied. It was his first play party in this new city.
I looked away and straightened my posture. “Keep my face out of it.”
Impulse, Part Seven
The couch cleared off for us, and “Rex”/Rhett and I settled down on it. Someone set a timer on their phone for three minutes. I laid back and Rex angled himself over me, looping an arm around me and kissing me again.
I genuinely want to say we made it to three minutes. Even two and a half. But at some point I had my legs around his waist and Rex’s hands were moving over my body, starting to remove the rest of my clothing. His lips were soft, the stubble on his face rough, his hands strong and imploring. There was something about it that just worked, some weird combination of that fact that I hadn’t been to a party in a while, had come into this evening with no expectations, and had suddenly gotten into this encounter with someone I had pretty strong chemistry with.
“Honestly, it was like a porn,” Pup said later. “Not like, in terms of hotness. It was hot. But in terms of people just kind of dropping everything and wanting to fuck.”
There was a rule at the party to use the rooms upstairs for sex or scenes in order to respect people’s bondaries, and so we decided to try to be discreet and sneak upstairs. Of course, just about everyone in the group noticed. “Wow,” the host said. “Didn’t even get to three minutes, huh?”
As I headed up the stairs, I looked to Pup to make sure this whole thing was all right, and was rewarded with just about the goofiest grin and thumbs-up ever. (Poly victory?)
When we got upstairs, we discovered someone had moved the condoms out of the room. I took a deep breath, headed back down the stairs, and called out to the host, “hey…can we get a condom?”
The group still in the circle cheered.
“Girls are obsessed with being desirable, not desiring, as this is what society tells us to be, and it’s a real problem. It’s sad these characteristics are suppressed, so you have to break free… I want to be the girl who lunges at people, wants to eat them. It’s time for girls to take back some of the things that have been stolen.” — Héloïse Letissier.