Dacry’s just the meanest.
Ivy whines too much. I can’t think over the sound of Ivy whining. Luckily, I have a solution.
panties
“I would always rather be happy than dignified.” – Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
need to stop my girl crushes
“And in the dark, we will take off our clothes and they’ll be lacing fingers through the notches in your spine and when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside.”
OMG! 3 to 1? Umpf…
We are learning to make fire.
“The sky is red, I don’t understand, past midnight I still see the land. People are sayin’ the woman is damned, she makes you burn with a wave of her hand…”
that expression on her face…i know the feeling. also, i love to burn matches. the smell is incomparable.
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
Going native.
Truth be told, I am the queen of pouting when it comes to being punished. Some find it endearing. Others, not so much.
“This wasn’t just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.”
— Dorothy Parker
I don’t wear glasses. But, after seeing photo after photo like this rolling across my dash? I wish I did.
So, my girl Dacry is away for the week. My sexy banter count is going to be taking a pretty big plunge.
But, hey, while the cat’s away, the mice will play.