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I literally bought a harness and I’m too much of a baby to wear it ever but like this is definitely an aesthetic I can get behind.

Pun intended.

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So, a friend of mine is hosting a small, intimate naughty party at her place tonight. I was already excited to show up with both Pup and Leo, in the hopes of recreating this photo but also in the hopes of just showing up at a place with two really hot guys.

But I also found out last night that the girl I went out with yesterday will be there as well.

So, uh. It’s looking like it’s gonna be a good weekend all in all.

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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.”

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No Good Thing, Part One

I first met Leo at a play party months ago, where he’d passed me a note asking if I wanted to go somewhere private. The party was slumber party themed – so, you know, spin-the-bottle, seven minutes in heaven, really cute stuff – and so the note-passing was so on-theme that it was adorable. We ended up playing around a little, and before Pup and I headed out, we exchanged numbers and planned to go out sometime.

We kept trying to make plans to meet up, but every time we attempted to, something inconvenient and crazy would come up. I mean super inconvenient and crazy. Like, one time I had to cancel our date to go to a funeral-level inconvenient and crazy. So by the time Friday rolled around and we met up for dinner, it had been a long time coming.

Not only that, but we’d made a little bit of a plan. But more on that later.

The last time I saw Leo, he was walking around in a pair of briefs. He was covered in tattoos. I guess we did stuf fa little backwards, because when he showed up straight from work, I almost didn’t recognise him in a suit. And, yeah, knowing what was going on underneath the suit (bod-wise and tattoo-wise) was pretty hot.

After dinner, we went back to my apartment. Leo started going down on me and when I pulled him up to kiss me, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. “Tell me exactly what you want us to do tonight.”

I blushed and kissed him instead. Beside me on the bed, my phone started ringing.

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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.

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Just fyi Sir sent me a postcard to surprise me during my stressful thesis-finishing crunch time and signed it “xoxo Daddy” so there’s no denying it now.

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After all my wild one-boobin’, a reminder I’ve got two of ‘em.

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justalittlebit-daddy:

For some reason this reminds me of herdirtylittleheart and thinkivykink

I’m always open to a nice suggestion like this.

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Sir says this is the year I start acting like a big girl.

Fat chance.

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Here’s to having a birthday on a weekend. 

doctor-pie:

party don’t start til i walk in.