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Pup and I went out for celebratory pizza tonight because today was a very, very special day.

I mentioned back in February that we’re moving to a new city. Since then, we’ve found a fantastic place to live and started to firm up on the details of our move. Today, I sent in my acceptance for a job offer from a place I really, really, really wanted to work. Like it still hasn’t entirely sunk in yet because, ahhhh, omg guys.

I don’t want to get too specific, but this is meaningful work that has an actual, relevant real-world impact. There’s actual potential for me to advance in this field. Also, it’s the kind of work where once I walk out the door, I’m done until I come back the next day. (At my current job, it’s basically impossible not to take work home, such that I don’t have “real weekends.” It also involves a lot of unnecessary, basically unpaid emotional labor that I am pretty ready to be done with.) 

I am so excited to do something with a tangible impact and to have more time for myself, for my social life, for my hobbies and for whatever the hell else. (Yeah, that means you, tumblr.)

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Sir is on a date right now with the girl he’s been seeing out here and they just had goodbye sex (he’s headed to the states with me for a little while soon!!) He’d asked me if he could do this, and I gave him the okay on both counts of going on the date and having sex.

Meanwhile, I’ve been sitting home eating mashed potatoes and drinking sake. 

But tbh the fact that I am really okay with this coupled with my only upset being I wish he and I could’ve chilled out together tonight while his roommate is out and his apartment is empty is a really good sign. So hurrah poly progress?

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The photo I liked of me in this skirt came out wayyy too dark. But, I’m heading out for the night and wanted to keep my commitment to posting a photo a day, so I offer this quickie. I honestly think it might be helping, even on the days I dread getting in front of a camera. So thanks for being on this journey.

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my insides enlist one thousand swarming insects…

(from a poem I wrote, found here)

So, I came out to my mother today as poly. I totally didn’t anticipate this happening like this/today/ever. But it went so, so well. She was supportive and patient.

At first, she asked some silly and infuriating questions, but eventually we were able to sort of get on the same page about the whole thing. It’s really rewarding to me to see her try to understand this and to take me on my own terms, as the person that I am.

Best part though: She’d met Pup once and I had introduced him as a friend. And when I told her today that he’s actually a partner, she went, “oh thank God. I saw him and the way he looked at you and thought you’d messed up and slept with him.”

So uh, thanks Good Guy Mom for sitting on my “illicit affair” for a few months and not saying anything?

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Hi so I absolutely am going to bed but I just need to announce somewhere in a chorus of squealing and joy that I finally sort of basically outed myself as non-monogamous in the sense that I invited a non-primary partner to a party I was hosting and didn’t try to awkwardly pass him off as just a friend in front of my cohort and friends.

Sir’s been encouraging me to be brave about this for so long and I finally took the risk and texted him about it right after and he’s so proud so I’m all glowy.

And I thought my friends would be weird about it but instead the feedback I mostly got was, “so, he’s really hot.” and, “look at you dating two really good-looking, interesting men.”

Poly success!

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I’m very happy with girl’s progress over the past few months. She has taken ownership of her training to be a good little fucktoy, becoming more brave and slutty, overcoming shame, embracing her darker desires and the need to serve. And everyone knows nothing reinforces good behavior better than well-deserved praise.

I only wish that it were all while you were right here with me, Sir.

Piss Shy, Part Four

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Flint pulled out a key and pushed the door open, letting me in. His partner, Macy, was sitting on the couch in a dress and a shawl, watching television. “Nice dress,” Flint said as he stepped inside, “take the shawl off and get on the floor." Macy slipped the shawl from her shoulders and slid onto the floor, folding her legs beneath her.

"How’s it going?” I asked, setting my purse down. “Could I use your bathroom?” Macy pointed. My head was a mess of nervousness and excitement, to the point that I had forgotten I was even wearing shoes and attempted to cross the living room. 

Flint swung an arm out and cut me off while I was walking, catching me in the gut and knocking the air out of my chest. “Take your shoes off,” he ordered. I stumbled out of my shoes before dashing into the bathroom.

Once I was out, Flint grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall. He leaned down to kiss me, and I had to struggle to my toes to kiss him back. Pulling back, he slapped my face and told me to go sit down on the couch and wait for WRM and his primary to arrive.

I sat down on the couch, clapping my hands on my knees and smiling nervously at Macy down on the floor. I’d met Macy once before, at the first munch, but I hadn’t realized how young she was. I was envious, confessedly, remembering where I was at eighteen and seeing how uninhibited she was about doing the things that excited her. She’s also just striking as hell, with gorgeous hair and sharp cheekbones. 

“You’re cute,” Macy said.

I shook my head. “Sheesh, me? Thanks.” Flint sat down and put an arm around me. “I didn’t realize – you’re just a baby." 

Looking down at Macy, I couldn’t help but remind myself that this girl was five years younger than me. It had been five years since I’d first started even remotely acknowledging what I’d wanted, and I’d been at a significantly different place at eighteen. I was scared and reticent, just beginning to understand that I was allowed to ask for the things that made me feel free.

Still, it had been a long five years.