Another one for the birthday boy.
sir
Hey, you.
Happy Birthday.
Couple playing footsies on a subway. 1946.
Stanley Kubrick
I’m seeing Sir in a week, which I am so excited for.
We had a talk last night where we went over some of the tough stuff about distance and the state of the relationship. And one of the things we agreed on, oddly enough, was that we wanted to get to a point where finally seeing each other doesn’t just mean two or three days straight of sex.
So, we made some plans for this trip that involve doing stuff with our clothes on, like going on a double date with That Guy from My Frat and The Redhead.
Game
ChatMe: I think [fairly successful colleague] likes me because I act like I’m not that impressed with him.
Sir: Wow, Ivy.
Sir: Got that game strong babe.
Me: Listen, you have no idea. I used to get it good before I settled down with your little butt.
Sir: Haha.
Sir: I didn’t need any game to get you.
Sir: You just fell into my life oops.
Two weeks two weeks two weeks.
Only for two days two days two days.
But who am I to be picky?
Sir went to an event recently with some of the people from the New Year’s Party we went to. I’m glad he’s building a community. He’s really all about building a community and going to munches and talking to people.
I kind of just prefer taking my clothes off in a crowded room and getting to know people that way. I’m not as good at subtlety, I guess. Or small talk.
Overwhelmed, Part Nine
Stuff got a little fuzzy for a while. I was really subspaced. And if I haven’t driven the fact home enough, I was overwhelmed.
At one point, I was sort of on the edge of the futon and there were just hands all over me. I dipped back and when they pulled me back up, I came up crying. I wasn’t upset or scared, I didn’t want it to stop, I was just overwhelmed. I have no other way to describe it.
It was like there was just so much going on and I could barely take it all in. It was that I wasn’t used to having all the attention in a threesome directed on me by two partners. And while that makes me a little spoiled, it’s a lot to contend with. Just this unilateral attention coming from two different parties. It’s just this kind of sexy two-front war.
But Sir held me in his arms and laid down so I was lying on my back with my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and SG moved around in front of me.
“Let’s make her cum,” Sir said.
Overwhelmed, Part Eight
So, I find spit-roasting to be a vile term, but…
The entire time, I had a little bit of trouble keeping my thoughts in any kind of working order. I felt more used (in a good way) than I ever have in a sexual situation. Sir would fuck me, the thrusts would push my face onto SG’s cock, and so on. I felt incredibly functional and reliant. I was straddling the line between being passive and active.
Because I had my work cut out for me. I was gagging on SG’s cock. I was busily thrusting back on Sir’s, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. And I thought that was the fullest and busiest and most overwhelmed I could get, until I heard the click of Sir opening the thing of lube.
“I’m gonna put a finger in her ass,” he told SG.
I looked up to see SG smirk. “Good. Fill ‘er up.”
I wriggled as I felt his finger push inside of me. My body felt so very used and so very available at the same time. SG grabbed up a fist of my hair and buried my face on his cock, making me gag until I had to pull back and gasp for air.
“What’d I tell you?” he asked, slapping my face. “What’d I tell you if you weren’t going to suck it? I want that mouth busy.”
“I was going to lick your balls, I swear!” My voice was unnecessarily and hilariously panicked. He and Sir started laughing.
“I was, I swear,” he repeated, imitating my voice to a mockingly saccharine level and making a pouty-face. “I swear.”
Texts from Sir, who doesn’t know what a FUPA is.
ChatSir: Do I have a fupa?
Me: No, baby. You don’t have a pussy.
Sir: Should I have a fupa?
Sir: I’m so CONFUSED.
Overwhelmed, Part Seven
The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.
Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.
He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious.
I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back.
“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”