innocence – Ivy

Maybe there’s something a little sick about it. The fact that I gravitate to pastel colors and bridal lingerie for play parties or that I enjoy feigning innocence in the midst of doing something depraved. I like being the one sweet little outfit in a sea of leather and fishnets. I like feeling impressionable and corruptible. I like how there’s something inherently a little more perverse about an outfit like that than a mesh bodysuit.

I’ve spent a lot of time shaming myself about the stuff I’m into or finding places to draw arbitrary lines where “this” is okay and “this” isn’t. I’ve done a lot of useless work of sorting through which taboos are still acceptable and which are simply just too far. Frankly, it’s just gotten counterproductive and exhausting.

So, yeah, I’m a little sick. But I am getting better at accepting these facets of myself.

littlelaneykink:

“It’s okay to be curious, pumpkin, but daddy doesn’t think you should be looking at sites like these by yourself. You’re just too little.”

“Sorry, daddy,” she said bashfully, embarrassed that she’d been caught looking at such naughty things when he wasn’t looking.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s not mad. In fact,” he cooed, beckoning to her with a pat on his legs, “why don’t you come sit in daddy’s lap and show me what your favorites are?”

She blushed a pretty pink as she stood fidgeting to the side, looking torn between wanting to keep looking at the naughty pictures and running to hide under the bed.

“It’s alright, pumpkin. Daddy won’t bite,” he encouraged with a wink.

She smiled just a bit as she finally walked over and settled herself into his lap, feeling immediately that there was something hard in daddy’s lap that she’d never quite noticed before.

“That’s my girl. Now,” daddy said as he rested his hand high up on her thigh, “tell daddy why you liked this picture so much…”

I’m in this kind of a mood tonight.

“When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it,“ – Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs.

It was because he claimed bows brought out her innocence. Which he swore, promised, was buried beneath her incessant brattiness.

“What do these bring out, Daddy?” she asked.

He looked over her shoulder, shook his head at the holes, and reached down. “My cock. Now open your mouth.”

“All things truly wicked start from an innocence.” – Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“They were happy and radiantly innocent. They were both incapable of the conception that love is sin.” – Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged.