For the flirtastic, babealicious Southern Belle in my inbox:
You’re doing fabulous work at redeeming your side of the Mason-Dixon.
<3, Ivy
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Heart sent me an endorsement vis-a-vis a link from her tumblr.
Not to mention a nice reminder.
Nobody bring cameras to my birthday orgy. Which is so happening okay even though it isn’t.
“Hey! I said no fucking pictures.”
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Link to this image submitted by sage-green, who appears to be taking my upcoming birthday VERY seriously.
Followers, you’ve officially got a week as of ten minutes ago.
So, my birthday is coming up.
Just a thought.
What do I have to do to get a pretty girl to come here and bite my sweet spot?
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Six
At one point, when I was about to cum, I caught her looking in the mirror over my shoulder.
“Sorry,” she said. “I like to watch myself when I do stuff. It’s kind of my thing.”
That explained, of course, why Penthouse had moved the mirror over when she had come by that afternoon.
A bit later, when I was on top of her and bringing her close, I stole a glance. Then a bit of a longer look. I saw myself, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, my body against hers. It was hot, I had to admit it. Besides the collar and chain, the kink paraphernalia was absent from my reflection this time around and I found it much easier to look at myself.
Baby steps.
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Playdate with Popcorn, Part Five
Popcorn pulled me underneath her and continued to kiss me, guiding my hands to remove her dress. Her breasts were probably a full cup size or two larger than mine and I tried not to grope like a teenaged boy, but I had never encountered breasts that size in person that still had sweet little nipples.
I leaned up and she guided my head to suck on them as she removed my clothes. Once I was undressed, she reached down between my legs and started to stroke at my slit. It was sort of cute, how she slowly started to figure out what she was doing, tried to reverse what she liked so she was giving it instead of delivering it.
She shifted herself so she was grinding against my cunt, sort of scissoring me with her panties still on and I placed my hands on her shoulders. Pulling her closer, I kissed her neck as she worked herself on me.
She angled herself up and my fingers wandered to her pussy. Suddenly, though, she started laughing. When I gave her a questioning look, she clarified:
“Sorry. You just found my clit much faster than boys do.”
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Four
Popcorn came over to find me leashed up to the bed once more. She greeted me and hopped on the bed, sitting across from me with a little smile. However, I could see the blush already rising in her cheeks and I felt just as nervous. We started with small talk, giggling and averting our gaze every so often.
“If you two don’t just give each other a kiss by the time I could down from ten,” Penthouse joked as he took a seat near the bed. “I’ll pull you together and make you.”
Popcorn reached up and grabbed the leash, pulling me into her and kissing me. Her lips were soft, cautious, gentle. She had informed me, while we were talking, that she had never done much with a woman but she had wanted to change that. But, I didn’t want to push and I let her control the pace, also acting off of the fact that I was the one chained to the bed and she was not.
Because of some limits with the guy she was messing around with, she could not play with Penthouse but she could with me. However, I had requested Penthouse be present for my own sense of security. So, he sat a few feet from the bed, watching, which turned me on even more.
As Popcorn deepened the kiss, never letting go of the leash, I tried to angle myself for him, attempting to give him the best view of what was going on possible. This fact, in itself, felt submissive.
Chained, Part Three
Very shortly, Popcorn arrived and Penthouse left me in his room to fetch her. Hearing them walk through his common area and chatting casually, I only blushed deeper. When I heard the door open, I could barely look up and instead watched two sets of feet enter Penthouse’s bedroom.
“What do you think?” Penthouse asked, moving past me to stand behind me.
Popcorn’s shoes were just a foot from my hands. “Very nice.”
Penthouse moved over to the bed-frame and unhooked the chain, holding onto it. “What do you say?” he asked me, tugging gently on the leash, “look at her and say it.”
It took all the will I had to make myself look up at Popcorn. Not because I was ashamed or that I wasn’t into it, but instead because I was unbelievably turned on. As I opened my mouth to speak, she smiled warmly. “Thank you,” I stammered out.
I could hear the smirk in Penthouse’s voice as he held the chain out to her. “Want to hold her?”
“I think I would,” she replied, before looking down at me. “You all right with that?” I nodded and she took it, weighing the chain in her hand and smiling. She gazed up over me, at Penthouse, and added, “oh, I like this a lot.”