Daddy says some girls grasp subtlety better than others.
There’s a learning curve.
legs
Since I’ve been brave lately.
This is my tail, gifted by Craftsmate.
It’s fake fur, attaches to the handle of my butt plug and makes me blush like no other.
Meow.
Easing out the Kinks, Part Five
When we got back into Penthouse’s, his family was home. I hoped the flush had died down in my cheeks as I hung up my coat and we went to go hang out in his bedroom.
While we waited for Craftsmate to arrive, Penthouse received a text from Popcorn. I asked him to say hi for me and he handed me his phone and told me to say hi for myself. For some reason, for how much bravado I can have with men, I get really bashful when it comes to flirting with women. This is especially the case when it comes to Popcorn, which Penthouse finds hilarious. So, he always tries to encourage me to flirt with her a little.
In the middle of this, Craftsmate called and said he was downstairs. Being a little mean, Penthouse put the clamps on my nipples, though significantly looser, and told me I would have to tell Craftsmate all about it as he tucked the chain discreetly into my bra. While I started blushing, Penthouse and I took the elevator down and found him waiting in the lobby.
I was happy to see Craftsmate, but I was unsure how stuff would pan out after some tensions had arisen a few days prior. He gave Penthouse one of those bro hugs and claps on the back before leaning down to kiss me.
The elevator doors closed and we began the slow climb up to Penthouse’s apartment in what was probably the most awkward, loaded elevator rides ever.
Tonight’s one of those nights when I cannot believe a year has past.
It’s the Winter Formal.
In case you forgot, here’s last year’s craziness.
I’m heading out with Craftsmate tonight as a break from grad school applications/finals/insanity. Excuse my general inactivity around here lately, but I promise I’ll be back to my usual standard soon.
<3, Ivy
Craftsmate and I play a little game like this.
no need to be nervous. you’re in half-bloom. take my warmth. let it wash over you and shed the last of your fears.
Growth can take so much courage.
And yet, sometimes, there’s an eagerness in my reticence.
My favorite animal being cute.
A gorgeous leg tattooed with a face that looks a little like mine.
Sounds about right.
Penthouse lives with eight other guys.
This is totally fine, Penthouse has his own room.
Except, uh, until one of them starts blasting opera music while we’re trying to mess around.
True story: La Traviata and flogging don’t mix.
Word to your mother.
I made him worship my feet.
I hadn’t had a lot of experience with it besides a little bit of blushy messing around with Switch, but something just sort of persuaded me to do it and so I went on a hunch and did.
There was something really, really appealing about the look on Penthouse’s face while he did it. There was this sincere desire to please that literally got me soaked.
Too bad my feet are far too ticklish.
But, looking at a picture like this makes me want to imagine a guy kneeling below those shoes. So, I’ve been corrupted.
My toppy side came out and paid a visit while I was staying with Penthouse.
He had expressed an interest in trying it out and it was interesting to explore that sort of dynamic again.
I’d have to say my favorite part was when I was reading a certain something while straddling him and essentially ignoring him while he begged.
I’m not sure how I got quite so mean, but I’m pretty pleased with that fact.