Sometimes, I want you to make me lovely just so you can ruin me. I want you to hold my face when you apply the makeup, reinforcing the control even in this act of service. And then I want to see it wind up on the sides of your hands, on the sheets, smeared across my face. I want the meticulous work you’ve put into me to mean nothing beyond a demonstration that I am yours to perfect and destroy.
makeup
Meet Switch, Part Three
Switch pulled me over his lap, raising a knee so my ass was pushed up into the air. His fingers laced through my hair and pulled my head up sharply. He leaned down to kiss me roughly.
“Your mouth tastes like pussy,” I grinned and he shoved my head back down onto the bed.
He traced his fingers down to my slit and rubbed up and down a few times. I was still a little tender from having just cum twice from him going down on me and I sucked in a deep breath when he shoved a finger inside of me.
“Well, your pussy tastes so good, baby, I think you should have some more,” he pulled his finger out of my cunt and moved it in front of my face. “Go on. Taste yourself.”
I leaned my head forward and took his finger into my mouth. Masquerading a smirk behind pursed lips, I started to bring my head up and down on his finger as if I were sucking it off.
“Goddamn,” he murmured as I sucked. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” I winked over his finger. He pulled his finger from my mouth and smacked my ass hard. “You little fucking tease, I think it’s time to put you in your place.”
Well, shit.
I’ve reached my one year milestone on this thing with you perverts.
I’d like to stress how happy and flattered I am that you’ve all joined me for the ride thus far. It has been such a year, I have changed so much, and you’ve all been lovely to me for it.
<3, Ivy
There’s a certain way you do your makeup when you’re aware that you are simply applying it to have it disarrayed. There’s a deliberateness to the lipstick that will later crest the curve of your cheek, the mascara that will later run lines down your face. You realize that things must first be built in order for them to be destroyed.
Oh my good gracious, it’s snowing and my heater is working. Who would’ve thunk it?
This afternoon is all about drinking tea, doing laundry, and reading. In my ushanka, which looks exactly like the one pictured here, down to the pattern of the fabric. Here’s to good taste.
I am shocked at how easy it was to find a picture of a cute naked girl in a cute ushanka on tumblr. No, wait. I’m not shocked at all.
To the person who stole my Half Baked out of the communal kitchen: it’s on.
Neu Sex: Sasha Grey
Ugh. So many problems with how much that commentary turns me on.
Yeah, I think we broke this one… Do we dump her outside or just lock her in the cellar?
Wanty.
By pure coincidence, my tumblr girlfriend, Dacry, and I experienced the same sexual first the other night. We spent some time discussing the finer details of it, giggling over its drawbacks, and appreciating the fact that, without consulting each other, we’d both happened upon the same thing.
“Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness.” – Charles Bukowski