green – Ivy

Meet Switch, Part Five

At one point, he had my face held firmly between his thumb and forefinger. My lips were forced to purse, my cheeks bulged slightly around his grip. His fingers were still inside of me, but he’d stopped moving them. I felt skewered.

I felt him looking over me when he murmured, “God, this fucking body. Especially that ass. You know you have a really sexy ass?”

“Yes, Sir,” I muttered through his grip.

He chuckled and started to move his fingers slowly. I moaned. “And you know guys look at it all the time?”

Were he not holding me the way he was, I may have laughed. But, there was something sobering about the way he was handling me. “Yes, Sir.”

“Especially when you wear skirts like that.”

I couldn’t resist. “I know. That’s why I wear skirts like that."

"You dirty little slut.” He yanked his fingers out of me so quickly I cried out. The fingers on my face left my cheeks and moved to the back of my head, shoving my face down into the bed as he started spanking me again, harder than before.

So, this swimsuit is now a mission.

And you’re all on it, followers.

I was jaded. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. But, I don’t need take this thing out to dinner to realize that I need to spend the rest of my life with it.

And, so, you’re all on a mission now tumblr: Unite me with my love. Seriously, figure out where I can find this swimsuit.

I might even post a picture of myself in the darn thing if you do.

Please don’t hold me to that, but yeah. Find this suit.

So, I’ve got a pet peeve against men who say they get nothing out of cunnilingus.

If that’s your opinion, then I suppose you don’t mind if I don’t give you blowjobs since I, according to your logical progression, get nothing out of that. What? That’s not right? You want your beejs?

Well.

First of all, men who don’t get anything out of cunnilingus aren’t doing it right. Because you’re totally in control of the pleasure she’s receiving. All those little moans and squeaks and gasps she’s making are because of you. And when, or if, she orgasms is entirely up to you. Her experience is yours to dole out.

Second, it’s just something nice to do for someone you care about. It shows they matter. It shows that them having a lovely experience matters to you. And that causes a lovely little feedback loop in which you benefit from her realization that you care about her enjoying herself.

So, yeah, you can get stuff out of cunnilingus. So either quit your yapping or stop asking for head.

Best,

Ivy

The Holiday Party, Part 1

Saturday night, my good friend hosted a holiday party at her apartment down where she goes to school. Originally, I wasn’t going to go because of the issue of travel and the like, but my good friend, Septum – who I have mentioned a bit on here without naming her – decided she was down, too. So, the two of us left our respective universities to head down and party it up with my friend. Let’s call her Ren.

We got down a little earlier and helped Ren, her boyfriend, and her roommates set up. The DJ she’d hired looked a lot like Ryan Gosling. It was a little uncanny.

“Does anybody else live in this building?” I asked. It was a smaller complex.

Ren’s boyfriend nodded, “yeah, two of the nicest gay guys ever live upstairs. I invited them. Maybe you’ll see them later.”

Septum was already hard at work on mixing some drinks when the first guests came and was being a little more than liberal with the rum. I joined her, but tried to pace myself. It was going to be a long night, in the best way possible.

I’m just going to leave this here.