violence – Ivy

Sometimes, I just want to be pushed around. No real rhythm to it, no finesse at all. I want to be afraid of you. I want to fear that you’ve completely lost control.

Of course, the reality is that you haven’t. But, there’s such a freedom in feeling as if you’ve just totally tapped into something primal, something completely sub-human that the Rubicon is fading fast on the horizon.

I want you to drag me around by the hair, shove me into things, make me doubt that we’ll ever return to normalcy again. And once you’ve pushed me that far, I want to show me how well you can restrain yourself. Because pure self-control is dull and pure carnality is dangerous.

Rollercoasters need agonizing rises and uncontrollable falls. Show me you know how to ride.

Control isn’t always manifested in the most obvious ways. You can slap, sure. You can pull hair. They work just fine and they have their place.

But sometimes something a little less obvious is good. Because violence doesn’t always have to be so…violent. You can make me feel owned by shoving my face down into the bed, but you can do it by doing something kids on the playground do, too.

Kissing: The new slapping. Maybe.

Dear Followers,

I seem to have picked up quite a few of you lately. Welcome aboard. I haven’t gotten around to saying hello to all of you because I’m still working abroad, but this lack of communication could be broken.

I’m currently lounging around, waiting for the call to go get drinks with my coworkers. I’d like to get to know you in the meantime. Drop me an ask and say hi. Tell me something about yourself. Tell me something about your day. Tell me something.

So, followers old and new, keep me amused. (No, it doesn’t need to be under the sex or violence category. The whatever works well enough for me). Don’t be shy.

<3, Ivy