Eat me.
Sasha Grey : GQ (Germany) : 2009
So uh I had a reeeeeally good night.
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I am the princess of emoji usage.
Halfway There, Part One
My Daddy suggested I wear pigtails.
“Trust me,” she – a reigning queen of rocking the pigtails – said, “they’ll love them.”
I was going to spend the evening hanging out and playing around with Flint, Lida and Macy. While I’m used to people running a little late, I’d started to learn that not only was Flint on time for essentially everything, he was actually usually early. So, pigtails totally made sense when I saw I was starting to cut it a little close.
I was already in Flint’s car when I got another text from Daddy asking for a picture. I blushed a little explaining to him that I had to take a picture for my Daddy, before pulling out my phone to take a picture to send along to her.
Since I hadn’t eaten, I asked Flint if we could stop on the way to Macy’s place so I could get a burrito. (I’d had a rough day, cut me some slack.) To minimize the wait time for said burrito, I took out my phone to call the place ahead of time so I could just swing in and pick it up.
Naturally, this turned into Flint reaching over while he was driving and tickling me as I attempted to keep myself composed enough to place an order.
“You know people who take orders over the phone have to deal with that a lot,” Flint said when I finished the call. “Except he probably thought you were getting fingered or something.”
I huffed, keeping my arms crossed protectively over my torso until we reached the restaurant to pick up my burrito.
“I like your pigtails,” Flint said as we walked towards the door. “I’m looking forward to pulling on them.”
I gave him a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished.”
Sweetheart doesn’t usually stay in trouble too long.
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Two
One of the best parts of my visit to see Penthouse was that I got to see one of my friends from Ivy University who graduated this past spring. She now works in Penthouse’s area and so I ventured off with her for a few hours before the playdate to have a drink.
Of course, I couldn’t keep my mind off of my plans for later. And, even if I only had one drink, apparently I have no sense of subtlety.
“What’s going on?” My friend finally asked, giving me a nudge. “You’ve got that little sparkle in your eye.”
On Friday, we crossed a few boundaries with each other. Not disastrously, but Switch and I both sort of took the dominant role too far in an effort to please the other. As a result, we both wound up with a little bit of overkill on the cruelty end of dominating something. Fortunately, this wasn’t irreparable.
We talked a little bit about it afterwards to check in and neither of us were completely shattered. In fact, we’d both enjoyed it, but knew there were a few problematic things lingering that had gone on. Mostly, this was in reference to a few acts of degradation that I had put him through and then a few he had put me through. They were just maybe a bit too degrading.
But then last night we actually sat down and discussed the nitty gritty of limits, boundaries, etc. We developed a safe word that works both ways. We admitted our mistakes.
And then we had a really awesome night.
Aaaand I definitely cast my worries aside last night. Basically just got home.
Details to come, perverts.
Tonight, tonight. Oh, tumblr, tonight.
Costume’s on, the night is young. I’m armed: I’ve got a ruler, some knee-highs, and plenty of attitude.
See you on the flip side.