Trapped, Part 9

As if to demonstrate that he had me, Switch started groping my breasts, my ass, even letting a stray finger wander into my mouth. Normally, when I am trying to fall asleep, I shove his hands away. I’m one of those people who likes to cuddle but can’t fall asleep that way to save her life. Now, I didn’t have the option to refuse being touched.

Eventually, he took pity on me and tied my wrists in front and let me fall asleep without being groped. “But if I find you trying to get out,” Switch cautioned as he knotted the belt, “you’ll be in huge trouble.”

I wasn’t sure what time it was or what time it had been when I woke up in what I presumed was the middle of the night. The blindfold kept me from telling whether it was morning or not. Switch must have felt me wake, because I felt him roll over to face me. He checked my wrists, checked my blindfold, gave me a kiss and chuckled, “you’re like fucking chattel, Ivy. I could get used to this.”

I rolled my eyes behind the blindfold, even though I was enjoying it as well, and fell back asleep.

Meet Switch, Part Ten

By the time we finished, the sun was rising. Switch removed his belt from my wrists, pulled me back against him and we fell asleep curled up with each other. There was something sort of sweet about the way he held me.

We slept only about three hours, we both had things to do or places to be in the morning. We wound up lingering in bed another hour before having to rush off.

I got a text later that day from him expressing that he’d like to see me again and asking what I was doing Friday night. It took some restraint to not just be cheesy and reply “you?”.

But, uh, yeah.

Deets.

To fill you all in:

I just spent the better part of a day sleeping. And getting high and eating an amazing lunch with my friend. And watching episodes of Louie. Whatever.
That guy from my frat has been obnoxiously pursuing me lately since I got with his teammate on Tuesday. Oooh jealousy.
I’ve got a bruise on my knee and a seriously righteous hickey from Friday night. I left my earrings on Switch’s desk. I bit right around the arch of his ribcage and there’s a pretty endearing mark there now. I like how our sexual encounters have taken on the exact opposite mentality from “leave no trace”.
I really want to sleep but two drunk athletes are having a verbal altercation outside my window. About sports and testosterone and I just don’t know.
Guys, what am I going to do about this hickey? I feel like I’m in 10th grade. I’m not sure I can handle the ridicule.
Also, here you go. You’re welcome. From my lawls to yours.

Unfortunately, my life isn’t this glamorous.

Take, for example, the fact that I can’t sleep.

Oh, tumblr, I just can’t make myself sleep. I hate this feeling.

Truth: If introduced to a comfortable couch, I will naturally curl up and want to take a nap. Especially in the right lighting. I have the impulses of a house-cat.

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Until my sleeping patterns figure themselves out, here’s a gorgeous girl in a tank top giving a drowsy eyefuck. Somehow, it’s appropriate.

I had a dream last night that I was in the library, having a threesome with two people who are incredibly important to me. Only, I didn’t want either of the people to realize it was a threesome and that I was fucking more than one of them.

Meanwhile, my classmates in my Thursday seminar were waiting around the corner for me.

Oh, my subconscious.

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