So, I hurt my back/shoulder a little bit yesterday and told Craftsmate about it before he came to visit me today and we had a super fun, super sexy/blushy day that I’ll post more about.
But I’d just like to share right now that while I was sucking his cock, he reached down to where I had hurt myself and gave me a really nice, attentive massage.
Because reciprocity and generosity and considerateness are all awesome.
I love when you overwhelm me.
Thank you, followers, for the wonderful likes, reblogs and supportive inbox messages about the little sneak preview I gave of my little project yesterday. It was fabulous encouragement
Expect another little preview and some more information on the collection – same time, same place – next week.
<3, Ivy
I apologize for the lack of response to messages or general activity on tumblr – my life is crazy hectic.
Also my compooper is broken so I’ve been tumblring on my phone. Hence, the queue and lack of activity.
But while I’ve got your attention, what does a girl have to do to get a little friend like this?
Sometimes I get too worked up and noisy and spacey.
And Craftsmate will have to lean down and shush me and murmur something like “easy, girl.”
It’s just about the Daddy-est he gets and it’s good enough for me.
Once, I played a game with someone where it was in my interest to hit red lights. Until, of course, his touch grew so distracting that I almost prematurely took my foot off of the gas.
Oops.
The job listing did ask for strong, take-charge personalities.
Bear with me on this one, guys. It’s a little humiliating.
The other night, using this prompt, Craftsmate put me in a crotchrope with my arms tied to my sides. Before blindfolding me, he asked me for a number between one and twenty.
“I don’t know,” I replied, giving as much of a shrug as the rope would allow. “Sixteen?”
Cue sixteen minutes of Craftsmate going between teasing one of my nipples and rubbing the knot in the crotchrope over my clit. The sensations that produced combined with the fact that he has been teasing me pretty mercilessly for the past few days resulted in me quickly tripping into a pretty delirious state where I completely lost track of whether he was on my nipple or my clit.
The time dragged on until finally the alarm on his phone went off, signaling I’d managed to endure the sixteen minutes. Somewhere between exhausted and immensely frustrated, I managed to doze off only to, according to Craftsmate, literally be woken up by the sound of my own moaning.
Apparently, he had walked in to find me writhing around in my sleep, hands opening and closing, body arching up against the crotchrope. According to Craftsmate, I was muttering things like “please” and “yeah” which, you know, isn’t embarrassing at all. (Spoiler alert: It is.)
He slipped into bed beside me and started gently teasing me, until, yeah, my moans legitimately woke me.
So, ah, that’s what’s up, I guess.
So, ah, if anybody could point me in the direction of where this is from, that would be great.
Because, um, I wouldn’t be completely opposed to watching it.
You know, for research purposes.
