I like that there’s some ambiguity here as to who is actually in control.
threesome
Hey, Dacry?
See that hand coming out from the left?
Gets you thinking, right?
I think we need to find ourselves a new friend.
<3, Ivy
Ellen Von Unwerth
Oh my gosh the caption on this made me laugh hysterically. Well done, quickienewyork, very well done.
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#388)
I love those tender bro moments in the middle of a threesome.
I like and am simultaneously completely intimidated by the prospect of being shared between two men. I know it’s super silly to be like “damn that’s a lot of penis”. But, really, damn. That’s a lot of penis.
I guess it’s totally the same as a man and a woman in terms of having two people to pay attention to. But I guess I am just vaguely overwhelmed at the prospect of how much penis that is.
This 2 am penis anxiety brought to you by the people at thinkivykink.
I skyped with Blue and Byron this evening. They suggested we should have another sleepover when we get back to campus. It sounds like a lot of fun, partially because it’s mostly just a lot of hanging around, cuddling, being silly and not a lot of perviness (though I wouldn’t say it’s completely devoid of it). I can’t wait.
The Winter Formal, Part 9
Spooning with three people is incredibly difficult.
Blue likes to be in the middle. I like to be little spoon. But Byron also likes to be little spoon, which is kind of funny and precious for his build.
Somehow, we finally settled into something vaguely satisfactory and fell asleep.
The Winter Formal, Part 7: Too Tired
StandardByron: Hey, don’t hate me, but I’m way too tired for this.
Me: Actually, I’m pretty exhausted.
Blue: Guyyyyssss.
Me: Do you all mind walking me home?
Byron: No problem.
Blue: Guyyyssss.
Byron and I: What?
Blue: Why don’t you just come sleep over?
Me: Like a slumber party?
Blue: Like a slumber party. With spooning.
The Winter Formal, Part 6
The lights were almost completely down on the dance floor, the music was fast, the room was a sea of hands and swaying bodies. Blue fetched us some beers and we started to dance.
When Byron got into talking to a friend, Blue pulled me into him and we started dancing. He lifted my chin up and started kissing me, his hands holding me in that sort of sexy, skillful way where they feel absent and present at the same time.
He turned me and brought me to Byron, who started to kiss me as well. I was between them. There was something terribly arousing about being between the two of them, both having a good foot and change on me height-wise, and practically feeling contained within them.
“I should get our coats,” Byron said as we concluded we would be leaving.
As he walked off, Blue turned me to face him and placed a hand on my cheek before leaning down to the spot on my neck where I had been licked by the creeper earlier in the night. His lips were soft, it was gentle and yet almost strong. It was completely erotic.
After a few moments, he pulled back and smiled down at me. My cheeks were burning.
The Winter Formal, Part 5
At this point, Blue’s boyfriend comes over. Yes, boyfriend. We’re going to call him Byron. Because of alliteration and also because he’s the sort of romantic hero-looking fellow that Byron would write about. Maybe. It’s been a long time since I read Byron.
“So, you look hot,” Byron announced when he saw me, “like, really though.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I’m not the best at taking compliments.
He took a seat and pulled me into his lap while Blue set to talking to someone else. I started fiddling with a candle on the table and was warned about getting wax on myself. To demonstrate my bravado, I blew out the candle and dumped a fair amount of wax on my wrist. The joys of being a masochist.
Blue put his wrist out and I waited for the wax to cool a bit more before pouring some onto him. “Christ, that hurts,” he muttered.
We were all, vaguely, flirting from there. There was talk about hitting the dance floor. I rose up from Byron’s lap and gestured the group on. Blue wrapped an arm around me as we walked. "That’s it,“ declared Blue with a grin, "we’re going to have a threesome.”
“Oh, shut it.”
“Nope,” Blue insisted playfully, “we’re having a threesome.”
I shook my head. “Okay, dear.”
Good school-related things:
- This image.
- The fact that I did surprisingly well on an assignment that was killing me before the holiday.
So, yeah. Stay in school.