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I’ve been learning to be flexible.

To not always know exactly what will happen, to not fear the unknown so profoundly, to not be so set in my ways of how I believe things should go.

And so I thank everyone who has been sending such sweet messages of support, advice and empathy over my triumphs and blunders in exploring my poly side. I am so appreciative to see that you all have my back.

And a special thank you to whyexactly for posting this little nugget and making me blush like crazy.

I also just noticed my queue spat out parts two and three of Easing out the Kinks in reverse. Grrrr.

kinkycasey:

BDSM Yoga Camel Pose aka Ustrasana

Sometimes, I get ridiculous and wish I looked like this.

The hair, the body, the lips, the breasts, the nose.

Be gone, unhealthy thoughts. You are serving no one.

Remember what you said, Craftsmate?

schoneseele:

oh yeah, do it

(by Keith P. Rein)

– schöne seele

herdirtylittleheart:

It was brought to my attention that these panties, which I had previously declared impractical, are indeed practical for one thing.

It’s the little pink bow that I really like about these panties.

It just gets me.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Seven

I made her cum with my fingers. I was on top of her, fingers hooked into her pussy. She had been sort of mewling the whole time and when she came her moans had gotten throaty and uninhibited. Afterwards, her eyes were glowing.

Penthouse joined us on the bed and we all talked. I was a little worn out and I pulled one of his sweatshirts on and curled up in his arms. Slipping in and out of sleep, I listened to them talking until Penthouse told me to go cuddle up with Popcorn.

I crawled across the bed and snuggled up against her, closing my eyes. She reached up, petting my hair. “She’s so adorable,” she said to Penthouse, as if I wouldn’t be able to understand if she had said it directly to me. In her defense, I was tired and mostly mumbling out meek little statements. But, I appreciated the line that was drawn.

Later on, Penthouse had me on my knees beside the bed while they were talking. He outstretched his hand and told me to worship it. Without hesitation, wanting to impress Popcorn, I leaned up and started to kiss his hand.

“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn said.

Penthouse smiled, “want to see what you can make her do?”

If the last post didn’t give a vague inkling already, my time with Penthouse gave me the opportunity to explore the Daddy-little dynamic to a degree that I have not in the past. I’ve been into the idea of it for a little while now, but societal condemnation of it had sort of kept me shoving it into the periphery.

While I can objectively say that it’s not about my father, nor do I think of him during this sort of stuff, it still made me uncomfortable. You know, because statutory rape and incest happen. They’re not something to be taken lightly.

So, I approached it with a lot of caution.

Therefore, a bunch of the posts to come are going to feature this dynamic. So, I thought I’d post a disclaimer. Or something. I don’t know.

For all the enjoyment I derived from it, I’m still a little hesitant to associate myself with the whole Daddy-little concept.

So bear with me here. This is as much an exercise in acceptance for me as it is an exercise for your right arm.

Snicker.

“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people,“ – S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now.

The other night, I was at Craftsmate’s place just hanging around. It was later at night and I had originally intended on just going to sleep, but he invited me over to hang out and so I came over in my pajamas. We were chilling when there was a knock on his door.

Because I was in my pajamas, I just stayed in his room while he went to go to the door. I was sort of tired, so I pulled up his sheets and when he came back in to say something about people, I just sort of told him I was going to sleep.

In my defense, I’d had a really, really, really long day.

I woke up about an hour later to hear voices in his kitchen and finding that I had to use the bathroom. Naturally, I felt super awkward just walking out of this kid’s room in pajamas. I heard that they were planning to leave soon and so I tried to bide my time, but I eventually just had to walk through rather quickly to get to the bathroom and hope I wasn’t seen.

On the way back, I was sort of awkwardly stopped and said hello. The Prodigy was there and I tried to awkwardly be like, “haha yeah we’re not fucking I just needed a nap” but that’s never really, uh, convincing.

And I know I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. We’re not fucking and it was just a weird moment with some people who, besides the Prodigy, I’d never seen before. So, it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world, but I still felt sort of crappy. I knew it was silly to. However, the feeling kind of crept up and afterwards Craftsmate and I had to have an awkward “okay that was uncomfortable but not awful” conversation.

Oh, shame. You’re a dick.

tamino:

I need to brush out your hair. I need you to need me to.

I need it.

Though she wanted to be shared, she was frightened at the prospect of someone new having control.

And so, when the time came that she was to be given to someone else, he sat with her. He played with her hair, he stroked her cheek, he whispered encouragements. He grounded her when everything else seemed so foreign and terrifying.

Even though she could not see him, she felt safe, if not a little bashful for how much she was enjoying herself. And when it was done he held her and they both, in their own ways, were proud.

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