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I approve.

I’m on a roll.

I have received what you’ve offered in the silence you’ve imposed. I haven’t sought to fight it, but presumption is not nearly as flattering as the flush at her neck. It’s hard to feel abandoned when I know you’re there. And to simply hold something doesn’t mean to own it, if your hands could reach so far.

Don’t imagine for a moment that I haven’t enjoyed it. But I’m playful and I’m young and I don’t buckle under the first pair of hands to come out of the darkness and grasp. You’re not reaching blindly, but you haven’t quite tugged me to my knees. I’m sure you can feel yourself grazing something, but what was that story about the blind men groping at the basket, the mortar, the pillar? (You know, the allegorical elephant in the room.)

I know, I know, more wordplay. But it’s all the play you’re going to get. And who doesn’t like a fair game?

SG and I are planning another evening of joint porn-watching. Only, this time, he’s picking.

Lately, I’ve been having nightmares about being discovered. They feel incredibly real. I wake up feeling unsettled and anxious. This doesn’t bode well.

Something tells me this is much more than she bargained for. Oh well.

(via makeithurtplease, unnaturallybound)

“What is it you women want
you want to be strung up with hoods and gags and blindfolds
stretched out on a board with weights on your chest
you want me to sew your legs to the bed
and pour gasoline on you
and light you on fire
is that what I have to do to keep you?”

– Charles Mee, Big Love.

I know I promised the reveal of the hidden Ivy chapters, but I’ve been kind of in one of these holds lately. I promise, I promise, I’ll dish once I’m less swamped.