Pup and I finally have a big enough shower that we can actually shower together without ending up elbowing each other every other second. It’s the best.
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No Good Thing, Part Two
Once upon a time, Pup, Leo and I had some crazy plans to do a pretty wild threesome at a sex party. But Leo got held up at work (wah) and was exhausted by the time he got out. There was part o f me that was a little relieved: we’d kind of let ourselves go a tiny bit overboard in the planning and bit off more than we could chew. So we made new plans (yeah, guys, I am coy as hell) that were a little less crazy but were still beyond hot.
The plan was this: Leo and I were going to fuck until Pup got out of work and showed up at my place to join in. So when I reached over to answer my phone, I figured Pup was at my house already. But he was just calling to say that he was leaving work. Which was fine and exciting, but I was legitimately worried about getting worn out before he showed up.
Leo was alternating between fucking me and spinning me around to suck his cock, then going back to fucking me, then leaning down to lick my pussy. I’m notoriously sensitive, and so I was trying my hardest not to let myself get off before Pup got there. I didn’t want to have to cut the night off early on account of being too spent.
When Pup arrived, Leo had me bent over the side of the bed and he was kneeling down on the floor, eating me out from behind. I could barely contain myself when I heard the key turning in the lock – I was buzzing with excitement and nervousness. I heard him walk into the bedroom and looked over my shoulder to see Pup smirking from the doorway, undoing the fly of his pants. “Having fun, baby?”
He walked over and stood beside where Leo was kneeling, pausing a moment before smacking my ass. “Keep going,” he told Leo as he dragged my toy bag over. “I’m gonna tie her up.”
but I always season my Sadism
with sugar.
Oh okay. This does something.
On Thursday, I had a really long, trying day at work and texted the Neighbor. We were supposed to go out later that evening, but I just wanted to go home and nap forever. But he asked if I wanted to take a walk and maybe just hang out at his place, and I decided it was probably better than just hiding out.
There’s a way that people can touch you, when you allow them to, that conveys a kind of power. It was in the way the Neighbor reached over to pull my cardigan back up on my shoulder. In how, when he was sitting on his couch and I stood to get something, he reached over and pulled my skirt up to see if I was wearing underwear. In the way that, after rubbing me close to edge, he patted my thigh and told me to go into his bedroom.
He fucked me from behind until I got close again. Then, he pulled out and stroked himself with one hand, keeping the other cupped over my needy cunt. “If you want more, you’ve got to beg for it,” he said.
“No,” I pouted. “Come on, fuck me.”
He reached up from between my legs and grabbed my chin, turning my head to face him. He has these cold blue eyes that carry sternness well, the kind of grip that implies that he’s tempering himself, just holding back. “That isn’t how you ask.”
The thing is, I just always need to be made to.
I’ve been on a birth control that really messed around with my energy and libido, which is part of the reason why I’ve been pretty infrequent in updating you all on here (not much to say when you’re not doing much!) But I stopped taking it and my libido is finally back. Newly horny, I set up a weekend for myself that I looked back at when I wasn’t horny and was like, “calm down, Ivy, jeez.”
But, um. I’ve got stories to tell.
Hehe.
I suppose I am vaguely sorry to my neighbors for intermittently yelling “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I IS?” and blasting Bey for the past few days but only vaguely.
Pup’s been training his dog to learn some new tricks. The other day he said his dog was responding well to some obedience stuff and I jokingly asked, “gonna use that on me sometime?”
Pup nodded. “Yep.”
My life has been so crazy and I’ve barely had time for much of anything, so sustained, out-of-the-bedroom kink has definitely fallen by the wayside. Looking at images like this makes me the most wanty.