Thanks to those of you who sent questions last night to Sir, he had a good time. There’s one or two left over, so we’ll save them for whenever he gets a chance to do it again.

In other news, I need this right now.

Ask Sir

Sir’s seen some other people’s partners go on their blogs and answer questions. And although he has a blog, our overlap is actually pretty slim, so he thought it would be fun to hop on here and field some questions from you all.

So, if you’ve got a question for him, send it on over! Because tonight the blog’s in his hands.

<3, Ivy

“Go on, Sweetheart. Tell me all about your day.”

Sir’s finally making good on promising to enforce that rule.

So, starting this Tuesday, get ready for a once-weekly serving of at least one of my boobs on your dash.

After an amazing month home, I have to go back to my new little neck of the woods. I’ve got to get back to my job (I was fortunate enough to be able to take this long off because we keep our doors closed for May) and I’ve got to start getting ready for all the craziness of the fall (teaching, doing my master’s thesis, eeek).

I’m a little anxious because, in addition to the craziness that awaits me, I’m not sure the next time I’ll be back around to see my family or friends or Sir or this new guy. I’m not even 100% sure if Sir will end up having to relocate for work.

So you can expect some cathartic porn reblogging and intentional dirty distractions for the next few days, I suppose.

Last night, for the first time, I watched Sir experience the sort of feelings I’ve been going to in facing our ethical non-monogamy.

When it comes to Daddy, Sir never has a problem. I’m not sure if it’s just that Daddy is a girl or that Daddy and I have been friends for a while, but Sir has always been encouraging and unintimidated about my relationship with her.

But, last night, Sir expressed that he wished I hadn’t stayed out so late with him, even if I was only out until 12:30. When he followed up by saying he might feel safer for me if he met the guy I was seeing, he stopped himself and decided he wasn’t sure whether or not he would actually want to meet him. As we talked, I saw glimpses of the jealousy and fear I had been experiencing with him.

And, as awful as that sounds, it felt great.

Sir sees two other girls besides me, though I am his primary partner, his girlfriend, etc. While I know what I mean to him, it is always difficult to be one hundred percent secure in my place in our relationship. I’m sometimes worried he’ll decide someone is better or that I could be replaced. And now to be the one in this position where I watch my boyfriend trying to figure out the security of his place in our relationship while I just sit back and enjoy is some selfish fun. It’s nice to feel sexy and desired and not the one worrying back at home.

What’s more, I’m hoping this will make us both more empathetic to each other’s concerns. I’m learning that yeah, just like I wouldn’t replace Sir with this guy, Sir won’t replace me. And he’s hopefully learning that my fears are not irrational at all.

Car Shenanigans for a Couple of Twenty-Somethings

I’m sorry for ducking off the radar on-and-off these past few weeks. My life has been rather hectic. But allow me to make up for lost time by telling the events of this evening.

So, I went out on my third date with the guy I’ve been seeing. We met up for ice cream and the place’s freezers had broken, so we were allowed to choose from a few options that were still in tact and accessible before being ushered out.

We were walking around with our ice cream when we ran into two of my friends. Let me start by saying that I have always worried about this happening, and I felt my heart fall into the pit of my stomach when I heard my name being called. Thankfully, we weren’t holding hands or making out, so I said he was just a friend from college, we all talked for a little, and the situation panned out just fine.

Afterwards, we got into his car and resolved to mess around. Except, he’s got company and I’m visiting with family. So, we wind up pulling into the lot behind a school.

“This is so high school,” we joked. “This is absurd. We’re in our twenties and having to sneak around like this.”

I had to pee and dashed around behind the school to do it, making him keep watch. When I got back, we ended up in the back with the seats down and our clothing off. “I want you to lie down,” he said, putting some gentle pressure on my shoulder. “I want to eat your pussy.”

He bit the insides of my thighs. His stubble scratched against my pussy lips. I came holding one of his hands.

While I was sucking him off, he asked to fuck me. “I really want to,” I answered, “but I have to talk to my boyfriend about that sort of stuff first and I feel strange calling him out of the blue to ask that."

"Well, you can’t call him now?” He joked.

I curled up into him, laughing. “No, I can’t just give him a call about it.”

Instead, he ended up on top of me, teasing me with his cock. I was dripping wet, he was so hard he was practically throbbing. I liked the feeling of his weight on my body, the power of his large hands on my little wrists. I begged him to let me make him cum with my mouth, partially because I was worried I would just get carried away and let him fuck me. He smirked, making me beg to please him with my mouth while he rubbed his shaft over my pussy.

When he finally let me suck him off, I decided to be a little brat about the whole thing. I’d work him until he was moaning and then stop to pull back and grin at him. “You’re a bad girl, you know,” he murmured as he pushed my head down onto his cock, “you make me want to make you mine.”

At one point, he made me turn around so he could squeeze and slap my ass while he stroked his cock. It made me feel so objectified in an exciting way, and I blushed when he told me to tell him about one of the dirtiest, bravest things I’d ever done. I wound up picking the New Year’s Party, and he asked me the kinds of questions about it that made me blush and squirm.

Right after he finished in my mouth, a police car sped by and we clamored into the front seat. He drove naked while I tugged my dress on, stopping only when we had decided we hadn’t been caught to put the rest of our clothing back on.

One of my shoes had gone awol, so we had to pull over to search the car. As I scoured the back of the car, he pulled my dress up to the small of my back. “Just checking to make sure it’s still there,” he chuckled.

When I got home, I let Sir know how the evening went. “And I sucked his cock,” I explained, “are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with it,” Sir replied, “you better have given him good head.”

Somehow, even after a night with somebody else, he still manages to make me feel like I’m totally his.

Little problems

That awkward moment when you are hanging out with another little and your boyfriend rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt in order to eat and you both stop and stare like 😻

For some reason, Sir and I had the best sex we’ve had in a while this afternoon. I don’t know, just all the chemistry and the butterflies and the sunlight and everything was all perfect.

Oh, and Happy Memorial Day.

So, the other day I met one of Sir’s partners on Skype. The two of them had recently been out with each other and I had gotten really anxious in the middle and broke down and called him up. I wasn’t proud of it, but I just get scared.

Basically, she meets a lot of the stuff that I really can’t for Sir. And so my head runs through all these crazy possibilities like, “oh my gosh he’s going to realize that she’s better at this and that and he’s going to be done with me.” I recognize I’ve got a serious fear of abandonment, which naturally goes just peachy with ethical non-monogamy.

But, when Sir and I sat down to talk, I wound up just getting really shy. I was a little embarrassed about having placed the call the other day while they were together and I’m just generally a kind of shy person. So, I kept hiding my face and getting nervous.

For the most part, I was a nervous, shy mess. But, we all kind of flirted a little and, gosh, I don’t know. I think I’d be down for doing something as the three of us. I just need to sort out some of my anxieties and remember that in the same way none of my partners will “replace” any other, the same holds true for Sir.

It’s kind of alarming that even in the face of the logic of my own non-monogamy, I can’t shake that feeling of inadequacy or precariousness in my primary relationship.