orgasm – Ivy

I came five times this afternoon.

The first was while Craftsmate was fucking me from behind, his fingers looped into my hair. My face was pushed into the pillow and my ass was tilted up into the air.

The second, third, fourth and fifth were in fairly rapid succession. After he had finished on my back and rubbed it in, Craftsmate laid down next to me. I rolled over and he shoved his fingers into my cunt, rubbing my clit hard with his thumb while he fingered my gspot.

It’s the fastest way to make me cum. He knows it. So he managed to wrench another four out me while I whined and squirmed and gasped and begged. He held me down with his free hand, teasing me about how wet I was as the time between each orgasm shortened and I was barely recovering from the fourth when the fifth hit.

When he drew his fingers out of my cunt and made me lick them, he had me curl up in his arms. Apparently, I fell right asleep, completely worn out.

josieelovesyouu:

jewwbear:

pull-myhair:

Hysterical Literature; reading with a vibrator.
1 2 3 4

I watched these a few months back. It was hilarious. And awkward because I watched them with someone. But this is really interesting and I hope everyone watched them one day.

Oh my God, Stoya was the first one on the project and hers is so cute!!!

Craftsmate.

We’re taking that class together next semester.

Let’s make the readings more interesting.

drinkyourc:

Tiredness does not equal an acceptable reprieve. You should have thought about rest before you talked shit about how many times you could come in one hour. You’ll just have to be a little trooper. It’s not so bad. You’ll feel overstimulated, shell-shocked for a minute or two, but after that, you’ll stretch and writhe and unfurl. You’ll feel the life flow back into your etiolated limbs. Just a few minutes more and you’ll be clutching and grinding and laughing and counting off number six.

Oh, holy hell.

Trapped, Part 7

Switch used cubes two, three, and four while I was on my stomach, making me kiss each one before he took it to my body. I was trembling when he untied my legs, rolled me over, and retied me on my back. My back was thankful to feel the towel soaking up some of the freezing water.

The attention paid to my nipples with the ice drove me closer and closer to the edge. I was shocked how worked up I was getting. I practically shrieked when he covered his hand in ice water and cupped my cunt. I couldn’t stop shaking when he started to rub my clit with one hand as he ran the ice over my lips with the other.

“You want to cum?” he asked. I nodded frantically, he chuckled. “You’re going to have to be a brave girl and do something for me first.”

“Anything,” I gasped out.

He moved the ice cube down and shoved it halfway into my ass. If I hadn’t been tied to the bed, I would have jumped into the air. I was panting, crying out, thrashing as hard as I could.

“Are you okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

I nodded. “It…it hurts,” I breathed out, “but I like it…” My body was bucking up against his hand, still on my clit. The orgasm came strongly, working with the pain to produce an unfathomable intensity that nearly knocked the wind out of me. I was panting afterward as if I had just run a marathon. I was freezing cold and tingling. We had gone through about six ice cubes, total.

He wrapped me in the towel and started to dry me off. Kissing my trembling lips, he murmured, “damn, you are tough as nails.”

Jack and Jitters, Part 3

The Southern Gentleman reached down, found my clit, and started to rub it. He tugged again on the stockings, pulling my body taut. He was standing up almost completely straight, staring down at me with almost the hint of a smile in his eyes, but otherwise about as casually as one would look flipping a pancake.

“You know, you’re sopping wet,” he said. He ran his fingers down my slit before wiping them on my face. He slapped his hand back down to my cunt and kept going, rubbing my clit hard. Occasionally, I fought. He would just smack my cunt and keep going, staring down at me with a look that was somewhere between severe and completely nonchalant.

He briefly let go of the stockings around my wrists to pull the nightgown over my breasts. He grabbed my wrists once more, pulled them up, and leaned his face down into my chest. The combined attention he was giving my breasts and clit was bringing me close already.

“No,” I tried to close my legs once more.

He smacked my cunt roughly. I cried out. “What did you say?”

“No."

He smacked it again. "What was that?" I huffed and ground myself against his hand. He smacked it once more. "What did you say?” By now, he was standing up completely straight. I was close. My body was trembling.

“Whatever you want,” I moaned out.

“Whatever you want…?"

"Whatever you want, Sir,” I managed to gasp out.

He chuckled, “good answer.” He looked me over and leaned down a bit closer to me, “you’re going to cum, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Do you think you deserve it?” He asks me this question a lot, just about every time I’m about to experience an orgasm. It’s hard. It’s like self-grading. You don’t want to over-inflate yourself and miss out because of your lack of modesty. You don’t want to undersell yourself and miss out.

“I don’t know,” I moaned.

He pulled harder on the stockings that held my wrists and chuckled, “I think you should. Go on. You don’t even have to ask."

I came hard. I would have probably crumpled to the floor if he wasn’t holding me up. It was the sort that involved my entire body, the kind that left me absolutely spent afterwards. I get incredibly tender after I’ve cum and he knows it, so I was a little shocked to feel him still rubbing my clit with the same intensity.

"I’m done,” I gasped out, “come on, I’m done. It…I’m tender. I’m done.”

With this, he smirked and leaned down a bit closer to me. He was grinning wide, almost as if he were about to tell a joke. His accent came out. “Well, I didn’t say I was, baby.”

sexisnottheenemy: Nick & Meredith by Kevin Loreaux

Oh my God.

prowlingman:

the decision I have to make…

do I keep you on edge and deny you the orgasm?

or do I make you keep cumming, relentless, beyond your limits of sensitivity?

either way, I win.

fuckmylittlecunt:

want this <3 hands tied down and him stroking my clit and my face <3 mmm

Ivy Update:

Dearest Tumblr,

Thank you for all the kind messages in regard to my recent car story update and the general ones I’ve been getting asking if my trip is going well. I’ve tried to get back to all of you and I suppose I owe you a general update. I’m safe, I’m happy, I’m having the time of my life.

Last night, I found my gspot while masturbating. For real. I wound up having entirely too many orgasms while it started to pour buckets of rain onto my roof. There’s something really amazing about cumming to that sound. When the rains come here, they’re terribly heavy and they hit my roof in such a way that I cannot hear anyone speak over it when they’re in my apartment.

Afterwards, I cracked open a beer, pulled on my frat’s zip-up over my trembling, blissed-out self, and laid out on my bed to listen to the rain until I fell asleep.

Thank you for keeping up and expressing interest. You’re a lovely bunch.

<3, Ivy