Today in amazing poly successes and endless sources of joy, my now long-distance boyfriend Leo (wahhh) who is still back in my old city (despite my constant pleas that he move here and live in the apartment above us) sent his valentine’s love along to both Pup and I because he is an actual angel.
Here’s to comperison and metamours who treat each other with abundant love and enduring respect in 2018.
Also to finally convincing Leo to please move here already.
truly the purest thing I’ve ever seen is watching my husband and my boyfriend tag each other in excessively complimentary memes
On par with you, me, and @piper-doll throwing @bbykittentoes a surprise bday party last night tbh
Not gonna lie like one of the number one things I miss about my old city, besides having constant access to Leo, is the fact that Leo called Pup “brother” all the time and they’d hug a lot and have really beautiful conversations with each other and ughhh my heart
“I’m happy for you,” Leo whispered against my skin, trailing a line of kisses across my clavicle. It was Saturday night and we were in my bed.
“Hm?” I asked. “Why’s that?”
It was late; I was just teetering on the precipice of sleep, a little drunk and otherwise exhausted. Oh top of having a long week, my apartment was packed: Pup’s and my roommate’s boyfriend hanging around and planning to sleep over, Leo was spending the night. Prior, he and I had taken a long hike and had a really nice dinner together, all accompanied by one of those vast, all-day kinds of conversations I love. We’d returned to my place to join Pup, our roommate, her boyfriend and another friend of ours for a silly night of boardgames and beers. He’s met my friends a few times before – and he and Pup get along famously – so the entire evening was an absolute blast. We’d all had a bit too much to drink, so Pup opted for the pullout couch (honestly, a poly lifesaver and one of our best investments, it’s more comfortable than our actual bed) and Leo and I took the bedroom.
“Your news. I’ve been thinking about it tonight,” he explained. “I’m happy for you, but I’ve decided I’m allowed to be sad.”
I’d been saving up the news that I am moving to a new city with Pup in six months for when I saw him in person. Though I’ve been slowly but enthusiastically getting around to sharing the news with people close to me, I noticed that this was the first time I actually felt a little twinge of melancholy in relating it. It was bittersweet. I’ve been a bit too busy to update you all on my life, but things have been going really, really well for us.
“I feel the same way about myself,” I admitted. “If that makes any sense.”
That night, I’d looked around my tiny kitchen and saw, packed in around our little table, a cohort of some of the most important people to me. And I realized that, four years ago, I didn’t know any of them.
In one of my favorite songs of his, David Bowie sings: “My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare/I had to cram so many things to store everything in there.” It’s a sentiment I’ve felt a lot lately, in taking into account the four years I’ve spent in this city. For as excited I am to move onto this new phase and the opportunities it holds, I have often become overwhelmed by the depth and breadth of the little life I’ve created for myself here. So much of my life here is no longer comprised of the things I brought with me when I first moved to this city.
“I never knew I’d need so many people,” Bowie laments a few lines later, and I absolutely get it. Because, fuck, I am going to really miss all of this.
Synecdoche, New York (2008) dir. Charlie Kaufman
The Firsts, Part One
We were sitting on an air mattress at a friend’s. It was arranged in a rough circle with a couch and a few armchairs around a coffee table. On the table sat the cards. I’d played with them once before, at another one of these parties, and the results were pretty damn interesting. Despite my previous success, I was nervous.
Compared to last time, this was a rather small crowd. There were nine of us in the room, and it was Pup, Leo and I on the mattress. I was wearing a tight, long-sleeved crop-top and a short velvet skirt. Because, y’know, velvet is my power fabric.
The game thus far had been pretty tame. People were drawing milder cards. It was all swapping of sexy stories, cuddling, kissing. There had been one tiny awkward snag for me when I first arrived and a guy asked:
“So, you’re Ivy, then? Not Ivory.”
“No,” I replied, furrowing my brow. “My name’s not Ivory.”
“Well, uh.” He gestured to a pretty girl talking to the hostess. “Her name is Ivory.”
(This is my attempted translation of this name thing from my real name to the name I use to write this blog. But, yeah, there was a girl there who basically had my name. But like, one letter different. It was a thing.)
Anyway, Pup decided to be a little daring and drew a card from one of the braver piles. It was something along the lines of biting a volunteer on the spot of your choice. He had been away a few days for a work trip, and had returned that afternoon. I’d missed him, I was craving him, so I raised my hand.
He slid in front of me on the air mattress and pushed my top down one of my shoulders. “Shame you’re working on Monday,” he said. His lips brushed over my neck and settled right beside my shoulder. He bit down and I tilted my head, lowering my lips to his neck to kiss it.
I wanted him. So goddamn badly.
So I laid back on the mattress, but Pup just pulled back and stood. He grinned down at me before taking a seat again.
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.
“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.
(Disclaimer: I play with safe words. While it may seem like I was being pushed to some real physical limits, Pup was checking in and making sure I was okay. And, also, I was 400% enjoying myself.)
Leading up to our encounter, I was a little worried about how everything was going to flow together. I’ve been in a few threesomes where the chemistry between all the parties involved wasn’t quite together. But so far, I had nothing to worry about.
Pup had taped my wrists neatly behind my back, my hands palm to palm. Leo pulled me up by my immobilised shoulders and used them to level my face with his cock. I went to take him into my mouth when I felt Pup rubbing something against my pussy that was decidedly not his penis.
“That’s not your cock,” I exclaimed, and the two began laughing. “What is that?”
A few weeks prior, I had finally gotten around to buying my own glass dildo. It was even longer than the one Saltine had used on me, and double-sided in the sense that either side could be used as a handle while the other was inserted inside someone. One was long and smooth, the other ribbed and thick. Although it had been kept in a bag, it was still a little cool against my soft pussy. And, when Pup showed me that he was about to slide the ribbed end inside me, I started begging him to lube it up first.
“Oh, what?” He teased. “Already getting worn out? Not wet enough?” He plunged two fingers inside me and I hung my head when I heard the tell-tale sound of him encountering wetness. He lubed the dildo up anyway while I tried to suck Leo’s cock, though having my wrists restrained made balancing myself precarious at best.
“But I just want your cock,” I pulled back and pouted as Pup shoved the first bulge of the dildo into my pussy. “I don’t…oh my god.” Pup had started pumping it in and out of me, and following suit, Leo took a firm grip on my hair and started fucking my face.
I was acutely aware of how I must have looked, and my instincts were confirmed when I managed to catch my face in the mirror as Leo shifted his position on the bed and spun me around. My makeup was smudged on my cheeks, hair mussed and matted with my own spit. As Leo eased a condom down his shaft, I watched as Pup set aside the dildo and took my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He followed my gaze before letting out a condescending chuckle and thrusting into my mouth. Leo tested my cunt with his fingers and reached for the lube, a courtesy.
“I thought you said you could handle this, baby. Too much now?” He said as Leo’s first thrust inside me forced him to brush the back of my throat. My eyes welled up with tears and my vision blurred. “I remember you saying two might not even be enough.”
It was different this time. Not that threesomes had been dissatisfactory or not even that they hadn’t been overwhelming before. But this time there was something about the chemistry between the two of them: how they smirked at each other; how Leo had managed to make Pup, who usually was rather quiet during sex, vocal and Pup had managed to make Leo, who had before only commented to praise or ask for something, totally foul; how they sometimes coordinated themselves and then quickly broke the pattern to disorient me; how both seemed almost dead-set on making sure I was second-guessing my own endurance. The way the two had made me feel like I was little more than a toy for their use, such that I hadn’t noticed I’d cum until Leo exclaimed how tight I’d suddenly gotten and I recognised that familiar snap of endorphins, the weakness in my knees that had managed to drift under the total fatigue they’d brought upon my body. The way you sometimes can’t tell the difference between gunshots and fireworks.
Pup pulled me up by the hair and turned me, lowering my face close to Leo’s cock. My head still buzzing, I started to suck him off. “That’s right,” Pup murmured, “finish your guest off.”
My jaw was sore. I put my weight into my knees and pulled back after a moment to whine, “but I’m so worn out.” Pup took advantage of me moving back to slip inside my pussy and I whimpered.
Leo laughed and patted my cheek. “Come on, mouth open.” I obeyed and let him slide back in between my lips. “You should know no good thing comes easy,” he eased himself out before slowly pushing himself agonisingly deep, making me gag. “Except you.”
No Good Thing, Part Two
Once upon a time, Pup, Leo and I had some crazy plans to do a pretty wild threesome at a sex party. But Leo got held up at work (wah) and was exhausted by the time he got out. There was part o f me that was a little relieved: we’d kind of let ourselves go a tiny bit overboard in the planning and bit off more than we could chew. So we made new plans (yeah, guys, I am coy as hell) that were a little less crazy but were still beyond hot.
The plan was this: Leo and I were going to fuck until Pup got out of work and showed up at my place to join in. So when I reached over to answer my phone, I figured Pup was at my house already. But he was just calling to say that he was leaving work. Which was fine and exciting, but I was legitimately worried about getting worn out before he showed up.
Leo was alternating between fucking me and spinning me around to suck his cock, then going back to fucking me, then leaning down to lick my pussy. I’m notoriously sensitive, and so I was trying my hardest not to let myself get off before Pup got there. I didn’t want to have to cut the night off early on account of being too spent.
When Pup arrived, Leo had me bent over the side of the bed and he was kneeling down on the floor, eating me out from behind. I could barely contain myself when I heard the key turning in the lock – I was buzzing with excitement and nervousness. I heard him walk into the bedroom and looked over my shoulder to see Pup smirking from the doorway, undoing the fly of his pants. “Having fun, baby?”
He walked over and stood beside where Leo was kneeling, pausing a moment before smacking my ass. “Keep going,” he told Leo as he dragged my toy bag over. “I’m gonna tie her up.”
It’s been a crazy summer, tumblr.
I was able to spend some time in my old city. I had some fun. Pup and I moved in together, which has been awesome but a ton of work.
Bear with me, I promise to update you all on the stuff I got up to and finish up telling you about that little encounter Leo and I had. Hehe.
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.