She thought she couldn’t take any more, I disagreed.
Oh gosh WELL THEN.
hitachi
I’m not actually a huge fan of hitachis when they’re like this. I have a really sensitive clit, and as such, the strength of the vibrations that come off of a hitachi causes it to hurt rather quickly. Even on the lower setting. I really enjoy hitachis when they’ve got a tenga egg or a diffuser or some other attachment that mitigates the vibrations. But on their own, they hurt or just make me go numb. Usually, when faced with an unadapted hitachi, I’ll just inch away from the head or outright refuse.
But to that end, part of me wants to be made to endure that. I want that option of refusal taken away from me. I want to be tied down and made to take it. To be told that it isn’t about me getting off or feeling good. That it’s barely even about me at all, beyond the fact that I’m the one being made to take it.
It would go on for a while. I would probably go numb. But numbness doesn’t always diminish the pain when it takes away the sensation, from experience. It’s a different pain, this sort of quiet, crackling kind.
They’d gag me when they got tired of my pleading, my insistence that I wasn’t going to get off this way, no matter how long they went.
“I wish you wouldn’t hit me so hard,” I whined. “I need to build my tolerance back up.”
“Baby,” Pup said. “How do you think you build a tolerance?”
“You know you look like you’re going to cry when you’re about to cum,” Leo told me after we’d had sex Saturday night. “I always think that with you. It’s your tell.”
I’ve been seeing Leo – that guy Pup and I had that incredible threesome with over the summer – since right after the election. (Call it a means of coping?)
I like him a lot. We have good chemistry. He’s covered in tattoos but he can pull off a suit. He’s got a serious grown-up job in a field that he’s been in for ten years but has one of those mountain man beards. I like people who can occupy dualities like that.
Our date on Saturday was a little bizarre. He’d called my bluff about saying I’d be a good workout buddy, so Saturday afternoon found me in Pup’s car, getting dropped off at Leo’s gym with my overnight bag. We worked out together, showered, and went out for pizza and beer. Maybe that’s counter-intuitive to the workout, but whatever.
After an attempt to incredibly belatedly catch up on House of Cards was cut short by us just making out on his couch, we ended up in bed. I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties with the intention of sleeping in them after, lying between his legs, my back against his chest and stomach. Leo had one arm around my waist, the other draped across my torso. He’d recently got one of those handheld, cordless hitachis and was teasing me with it, intermittently turning it up a little too high to have a laugh when I whined and tried to squirm away from it.
He slid out from under me to slip his fingers inside me, easing more in before sliding them out to replace them with his cock. He’d made a comment earlier in the week that he might be too exhausted from his week to have sex when we got together. And, naturally, I gave him hell for it as he pulled my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders. I liked the way my bare skin looked against Leo’s, his chestpiece framed by my thighs. His skin darker, inked.
“I knew you were going to fuck me tonight,” I taunted. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”
“You’re such a brat, Ivy,” he murmured.
“I know,” I replied between moans. “What are you going to do about it?”
Leo reached over and grabbed the hitachi, setting it back on my clit as his thrusts grew more vigorous. My shoulder slapped against his headboard. My body shook. I came. Then came again.
So maybe my favorite sensation is being completely overwhelmed.
So on Valentine’s Day this year, in addition to taking pictures, Pup tied me up and taped my knockoff hitachi to my stomach so the head was resting on my clit. Then he left me like that a little bit, and then fucked me with the vibrator still buzzing on my clit.
I came so many times I couldn’t talk for a second. So that’s a thing.
Late birthday present for thinkivykink
Fun note: I told Wolf that I was doing a knifeplay themed drawing “For a tumblr friend” and he immediately knew who it was.
Happy birthday Ivy~
Oh my gosh, this is amazing!!
There’s absolutely a discrepancy between why I tell people i do yoga and why I actually do yoga.
Um.
Woah.
Halfway There, Part Five
“So, which breast you want bruised, then?” Flint asked. He likes to punish people for hesitation, I’ve noticed, so I blurted out that I wanted the left one bruised for the sake of avoiding any additional pain than what I was already getting. He cocked a brow. “Left, huh? Wow. Usually people don’t have an answer to that. But you’re just like, fuck this one.” He grabbed my breast in his hand and shook it for emphasis.
He’s got this thing called a rute stick that he uses rather often, and it’s absurdly painful. It looks like a bunch of long matchsticks looped together with a band. On the breasts, it hurts like crazy. I was crying out fairly quickly, making uncomfortable pained eye contact with Lida as I was getting hit.
Flint must have seen me looking at her, because he gestured for her to come over. “Lida, sit on her face,” he ordered. She did, straddling my head and lowering her pussy onto my face. I leaned up and started licking, but nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Flint push the hitachi against my bare clit.
I am way too sensitive for it without a barrier, and I was just about to scream feeling it against my unprotected pussy. “Hey!” I exclaimed, “I…I can’t do this when you do that.”
“Then you’d better get back to work,” Flint said, moving the hitachi to a more comfortable area, where it actually felt pretty fantastic, “or I’ll put it back where it hurts."
Lida, already sensitive from Macy’s attentions on her pussy, was squirming on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned against Lida’s pussy, focusing as best as I could on eating her out despite the vibrations between my legs.