nude – Page 7 – Ivy

The night I got there, Penthouse and I messed around. It was somewhere between tired and playful, with the vaguest implication of a dynamic.

When he was close, he asked if he could finish on my chest. I consented and he looked me over with a triumphant smirk. There’s something about a man who has been dominating me getting right close to cumming that makes me super bratty.

So, when he asked me what I was going to do with his cum, I presumed he probably expected me to blush.

Instead, I smiled and shrugged. “Oh, just taste it like this.” I wiped two fingers over my bare stomach as if to pantomime gathering some of his cum and brought them to my lips, bringing my head up and down on them. My eyes flashed up to meet his and I grinned around my fingers.

I probably shouldn’t be so smug about how he came right then.

herdirtylittleheart:

“You’ve been so spoiled baby. Are you sure you want more?”

-my sexy husband

“When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it,“ – Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs.

So, I saw a video on my dashboard. It was only thirty seconds long, but it kind of gave me chills.

There was this absolutely gorgeous man tied down with red rope, essentially being edged. At least, that’s what I gathered. Because I watched it with the volume off because I didn’t even think I could handle it with sound. I was blushing like crazy already with it mute.

At one point, the person edging him shoved his fingers in his mouth and I literally almost gasped. The expression on his face, the way his body twisted. I don’t know.

I’ve started to explore my dominant side a little, but I’m still consistently shocked when things actually really get to me. Usually, I figure that it’s hot for me because the act is pleasing to whoever the partner is in the situation or I imagine eventually I’ll be overtaken in a power struggle sort of arrangement. But, I was genuinely enjoying this little 30 second clip of this beautiful man suffering.

So, I may have underestimated Pretty a little bit. Just a little.

I’ve never been particularly enthusiastic about harnesses.

But, seeing them from this angle may have given me a change of heart.

So, I have been procrastinating making this post since the beginning of the summer because I am super lazy and also I have a lot of feelings, but Roommate took the year off. After some crazy home/family stuff that really doesn’t belong on my sex blog, she called me and told me that she needs the year off of Ivy University to straighten that stuff out.

“My biggest regret, honestly,” she said, “and my biggest worry about the whole thing, was having to tell you this. Because I so wanted to have next year with you.”

It stung and we both were very sad, but I called up a friend of mine and she took Roommate’s spot in our place instead. So, Roommate is no longer my Roommate. I guess, because it’s her drink and because it just seems right for her, I’ll call her Corona now.

She and I have made sure to find time to talk to each other and I absolutely love my roommate, who I’ll call Sunshine for personality-related reasons. But, there are some nights where I really miss her and when I look around the place and wonder what it would be like if she were here, how it would look, what would be different.

She left a little coded message on facebook for me the other day. Something only I would recognize. I know she did it to be sweet and to let me know that she was thinking of me, but God did it sting like crazy.

I guess there’s something there, tumblr. I don’t know. Regardless, I miss her.

darkangelsbride:

Photo by Gennady Tarakanov

And sometimes she bites off much more than she can chew.

One of the more harmless elements of morning inspection consists of him smelling her shoulder, to ensure that she has washed herself properly.

She always whines that he should really trust her more.

But, confessedly, she would miss the scratch of his scruff if he stopped.

Both Craftsmate and Penthouse have accidentally either called me Ivy or almost called me Ivy out loud in person.

You know, rather than my actual name.

Which, uh, isn’t actually Ivy.

Craftsmate did it that first time I hung out with him, after he had flogged me, and we were sort of joking around. I forget what I had said to provoke him, but he was laughing and replied to me, “oh, come on, Ivy.” I gave this really goofy, over-dramatic jaw-drop and he started apologizing. I told him it was all right. Because it was.

Penthouse almost said it in front of The Prodigy and Craftsmate, while he was untying me from the harness he put me in. He had me turn around and said, “and now if you want to get Iv…” He stopped himself, said my name instead, and then continued, “…out of this, you just need to pull here and…”

I wonder, sometimes, if I’m still Ivy in their minds. Like, when they see me, if that is the name that registers before my real name. They both knew me as Ivy and knew my tumblr before they knew my name. And while they’ve been really respectful of my privacy, I just sometimes wonder if I’m still Ivy to them.

It doesn’t really bother me, honestly. I just find it kind of interesting.

straitlacedsecrets:

Mother’s Nature.

“Time’s up!” He said, with a certain smug satisfaction,

before pushing her over onto her side

with his foot.

These are the sorts of games I’m never sure if I want to win or lose.

The real reason she’s tied down that way is because otherwise she would just give in and float away.