I haven’t had any knife-related fun in quite a while now. This is actually kind of tragic. So, now I just get cravings. I get eager just thinking about it. My toes curl. My nerves feel rubbed raw. I’m fairly sure this is symptomatic of addiction.
panties
To the person who stole my Half Baked out of the communal kitchen: it’s on.
Neu Sex: Sasha Grey
I hate the expression “we were goofing around and then we started hooking up”. I think it’s stupid. I don’t get how it works. I can’t imagine that you just sort of fall on someone and start making out with them.
But, um, that’s exactly what happened last night.
I was over at her room. I know, I know, I know. I said I wasn’t going to do anything with her. (Forgive me, tumblr, for I have sinned.) But she had clearly defined the lines of non-monogamy with her guy and they had both explored some other stuff with no negative repercussions. This changed the climate immensely.
Anyway, we were kind of goofing around on her bed. I know this was baiting it, but I was lying there and thrusting and faking sex noises when she told me that she was concerned about her neighbors being able to hear her through the wall. She climbed on top of me to shut me up. I rolled over back on top of her. We kind of started making out. You know how it works.
We keep this up for a while. Kissing, touching, giggling. It’s light and sweet and fun.
So how did this wind up in probably one of the most intense spankings I’ve gotten in a while?
I’ll get to that, I promise.
So, I met a freshman in the pack I ran with last night. She reminded me a ton of my Dacry. And, when a few of us were naming our celebrity crushes, she came right out and said, “Jiz Lee."
Sounds like my kind of girl.
For friendship, that is. We wound up talking for hours. She reminded me a lot of myself and we, in some sort of silly way, agreed for some sort of mentorship arrangement. Like big brother/big sister but with a bad influence.
Let’s call her Fresh from now on.
This is absolutely what chicks do.
And what this chick is doing tonight.
So, okay, not quite. But, I’m getting together with a bunch of other ladies (who love ladies) to have a night to ourselves.
Oh, and knife girl is definitely going to be there. Remember her?
This is what chicks do when guys aren’t around isn’t it? Right? It is.
So, a bunch of people I follow have recently decided to go completely off the radar and close up shop. While I understand and respect their reasons for leaving tumblr, whatever they may be, I will still miss a lot of the stuff that they were filling my dash with and I will miss, in a few of the cases, their positivity.
Why the picture? Well, it’s kind of like being put right into position and then having the person go away. Or, okay, maybe she’s just waiting. Let’s just say she’s waiting and you all will be back.
I’m terrible with goodbyes, but have a wonderful fall. And thank you for sharing what you did.
by Matt Sharkey
I went out last night to a frat party. I decided to wear one of my favorite skirts. It’s cute: safari inspired with some really useful pockets. I had not worn it in a while, since at least spring semester. After pairing it with some boots and a white lace top, I headed out with some friends.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was talking to some people when I kind of absently reached into one of the pockets on my skirt. I felt something inside and raised a brow before pulling it out. Lo and behold, I was holding one of my thongs in my hand. I have no idea how it got in there and I found myself blushing instantly.
But, I had to laugh when my friend shook her head and said, “I’m not even surprised, Ivy.”
Oops.
Her legs remind me of my legs a little, both in length and shape. I so rarely see short legs on tumblr that I’m honestly delighted enough to forgive that she appears to be wearing sunglasses indoors.
“Do you hear them all talking about you, Piglet?”
Yes, Daddy.
“Do you like it?”
No, Daddy.
“Really? That’s not what your wet little panties say.”