tattoos – Page 6

Before I left to return to Ivy University, Penthouse gave me a little spanking. It was fun, playful, a little silly.

Thus, my visit to Penthouse land saga ends. Over a month after it happened. But you can’t fault me for taking my time with it.

But, now I’m stuck playing catchup on some hot stuff that’s happened in October and November that I’d like to write about for the dual purpose of this blog being the only semblance of a journal I can keep and because writing erotica for me is hot and fun.

So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed the details of my trip. There’s more fun to come.

heretoenjoy:

Sometimes, play can be playful! Go figure! 🙂

happybdsm:

Daddy makes me laugh, even while he’s paddling my butt.. <3

(Submission via myheadisfullofflames)

Don’t be fooled, Daddy.

You know I’m tough stuff.

I am the queen of open invitations.

Corona came to visit this weekend.

We got to hang out with each other and talk a little bit on Friday. Upon seeing each other again, we hugged for an inordinate amount of time. She’s doing well and, knowing what kind of a girl I am, told me not to worry about her. Which is hard, but seeing her made me so immensely happy.

On Saturday night, in the middle of a crowd of people, she kissed me. Quickly but ardently. Her hands lingered on my waist and we chuckled as I rubbed off the smudge of my makeup had rubbed off onto her.

As I went to go find someone, she gave my ass a squeeze and smirked. “Missed this.”

Something I’m very passionate about is in danger because of some bullshit. It’s a project I’ve been working on for a cause I very much believe in, but there are some people who don’t want to see it happen.

I found out about some pretty shady things that were going on yesterday and wound up spending nearly the whole day in my pajamas, at my computer, sending emails and trying to straighten stuff out.

That guy from my frat was actually very kind and sat with me, calmed me down and told me I would just need to let go until it was straightened out. I was in the right, he reassured me, but I had done all that I could do in the present moment.

“Now, come on, I’ll make you a gin and tonic and we’ll go to the convenience store.”

“Can I shower first?” I asked, “I’d love the dignity of being able to wear a bra before 5 pm.”

After I showered, I headed over to his place, where he proceeded to give me a sticker for my hard work and then pour a gin and tonic, lime and all, into one of those portable coffee cups so I could take it with me to the store.

Call it trashy, but I found it to be a very sweet gesture.

“I was taught that at the heart of all people, all things, lay raw self-interest. Sure, you could dress a person up nice, put pretty words in his mouth, but underneath the silk tie and pressed shirt was an animal. A territorial, hungry animal anxious to satisfy his own needs,“ Megan Mayhew Bergman, Birds of a Lesser Paradise.

Game over? Really now? Are you sure?

Because, in my house, this is just about when the games begin.

I found this while looking through the Alice in Wonderland tag for my post about my kiki the other night.

Needless to say, I’m intrigued. And I’d follow it anywhere, no matter how convoluted the directions.

It’s strange that I can look at an image like this and actually feel longing. Because I’ve been taken fairly close to there before, and when the person with me knew how to handle it, it was incredibly satisfying. It’s hard to describe without sounding needy or fucked up or dependent or a lot of the other critiques of people who identify as submissive.

But, it’s just in the way he holds her, the way she leans on him, how the chain doesn’t come off. He’ll assure her of how good she was and how proud she made him. She’ll have the opportunity to just let it out. There’s an arrangement there. There’s intimacy.

While by no measure mute, Switch isn’t usually a very outspoken person in public situations. By this I mean he’s usually not one to speak his mind, to get too blunt. He’s fairly polite.

So, it’s even sexier when he does stuff like shoving me up against the wall of his place once we’re alone after being out with other people, grabs me through my clothes as if he’s going to tear right through them and murmurs in my ear, “I love when I finally get my hands on you”.

Because contrasts are hot.