When you visit, will you push me and make it scary?
(Just a little.)
sasha grey
What are they wrapping her face in? I need to know.
For, ah, academic reasons.
reblogged mostly for that commentary right there…
Lockdown that facehole..
My second-favorite bunny.
I’ve got this fantasy where I’m institutionalized. The warden’s just a teensy bit corrupt and has fun teasing my needy cunt while I’m stuck in my straitjacket.
Or, you know, while I’m asleep. Which only leads to me being kept longer.
Now in hiding due to problematic fantasies.
Two things:
- I drool like crazy when these get put on my tongue.
- Surprisingly, the most painful place to take these is not my clitoris, but between my fingers and toes. (Yes, a certain someone is evil enough to put them there.)
Buttons needed her shots and a checkup
before I could take her home from the pound.
They assured me the fleas were gone and that
with regular baths the smell would go away…
Not all little girls are bashful and naive.
Mean Sasha Grey is the patron saint of Pretty.
Drunk Ivy is silly. She’s an interesting dancer, she often starts rapping and she has a pretty unusual sense of humor. She gives a lot of hugs. She sometimes gets a little too introspective if left to stew for too long. She can be very convincingly sober if a situation arises.
And she always, always speaks her mind.
I went out with a bunch of friends last night for a friend’s 21st birthday. By the time the night was winding down, we wound up sitting around in a pub, resting our feet, giggling and catching up. Right around last call, SG started texting me.
While Drunk Ivy is a very talented texter, she was a little more open to his conversation and what eventually turned into flirtation. At one point, the Southern Gentleman said, “I can’t wait to have you again.”
Normally, I would have been silly and brushed it off. He’s been pretending what happened didn’t happen, avoiding conversation around it, and I have followed his lead. I’ve quietly resented him for it the whole way. And, at first, the response was a little coy quip of “if I allow you.”
He was cocky. I suppose he thought I had moved on. And so he assured me that I definitely would because he knew my body and detailed this in a pretty naughty text that perhaps, under other circumstances, would have made me blush.
But, Drunk Ivy took matters into her own hands and replied: “You will never, ever have me again after what you did.” With that, now back at her friend’s apartment, she fell asleep, totally unashamed.
And, this morning, Hungover Ivy got the apology that she deserved.
So, I bought the dress that Sasha’s wearing from modcloth at the end of last year, not knowing this picture existed. I’m saving it for a special occasion, but oh my gosh. Sasha Grey and I have the same taste in dresses. I’ve got to do this biddy justice when I wear it.