“I’ve always had a hard time differentiating between people who hate me and people who want to fuck me. Usually, because, I finally realized, there’s often a great deal of overlap.” – Elisa Albert, After Birth.
(Because uh [pretend] hate-fucking is pretty damn hot to me.)
Yesterday, I had sex for the first time with a new partner of mine, The Neighbor. I call him this because he’s my friend’s neighbor and The Southern Gentleman was taken (yeah so what I have a type.) We both were stressed about stuff for various reasons and essentially decided to toss our respective stressors aside for the evening to share a joint and watch television.
When the high wore off, we ended up in his bedroom. He went down on me, and when he leaned away to get a condom, I pouted so much that he laughed and kept going. I did stop him when I was about to cum, and then sucked his cock with my pussy practically throbbing with need.
He started laughing again when, as he pulled me off to fuck me, I reflexively flipped onto my stomach and stuck my ass in the air.
“Aw,” he’d teased, “is that how you want it, then?”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms.
thinkivykink this made me think of you and your graduation present!
Is it weird that I find the most overwhelming thing about this whole situation to be all the hands?
Hi, can somebody do this to me please?
Last night, I sassed Pup so he called me little lady and made me stand in a corner.
Heh.
Sir was here for the weekend for the holiday. Some pretty crazy stuff happened that I promise I’ll (eventually) tell you about.
Strong hint: both he and Pup were in town this weekend.
Sir just left, but we made sure to get in some overdue pet play in before he headed out. I feel so fortunate to have spent so much of this summer with him, but I already miss him like crazy.
I always have to get up on my tip-toes to kiss him. Usually, not hanging from the ceiling. But shit happens.
Here it is, tumblr. The last photo from our special overnight get-away together. It’s a mutual favorite and I’ve been holding onto it for that reason.
It’s hard to post this because I feel a little like I’m letting go of something. It’s hard to explain.
But instead of mourning it, I’m going to remember how I felt when this photo was taken, having sex with him while facing out a window overlooking the city where we fell in love.
Oh my God.
If you can’t make this happen for me in my life, can someone at least direct me to where this is from?