stuffie – Ivy

So, recently things have been a little weird between my stuffie (Sir’s deputy) and me. Mostly because I totally figured out while grinding on pillows does nothing for me because of their volume, he is actually the perfect size.

One day I just kind of rolled over and ended up with him between my legs and thought, “hmmm.” And now stuff’s a little awkward between us.

The other day I was talking to Sir on the phone and mentioned my stuffie. Without missing a beat, Sir says, “I’m surprised he still talks to you after you raped him.”

I turned bright red.

I realized you all never got to meet Sir’s deputy.

Well, we match today.

Somebody says I own way too many “sweetheart” outfits and not enough “big girl” clothing.

Pfft. Whatever.

I miss going to bed beside Sir. I’m able to push my anxiety aside and fall asleep pretty quickly. When I’m alone, I lay awake turning over everything in my head – work, school, anything I could possibly worry about. When he’s here or I’m there, I’m out like a light.

I just texted him to say that I was snuggling with the stuffie he gave me and trying to sleep.

“He’s my deputy,” Sir replied.

It’s such a cute notion, I just had to share.