Think Ivy Kink

cabinetofdesire:

The privilege of sleeping on a bed is expensive, pet. But you’re willing to pay, aren’t you?

There’s this sick, strange, scary little corner of my head where stuff like this lives.

“Are you a good girl for your Daddy when he fucks you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, good. Because I don’t fuck bad girls.”

(Source: passionatesexx)

So, Craftsmate has kind of gotten me into taking on different roles in the bedroom, which is not something I’m too terribly experienced in. But, I’ve been mostly receptive and found that a lot of it has actually turned me on. Which is the preface you need for this conversation:

Me: Hey can we do a sexy bedroom roleplay where you’re [Professor I Have An Academic Crush On]?

Me: Please.

Me: It would mean a lot to me.

Craftsmate: …

Me: So my [Academic Crush] fantasy is that I like come to your office hours.

Craftsmate: …

Me: And you’re like oh I think I need a research assistant to like read books or whatever.

Me: And I’m like oh I can read books.

Me: And you’re like great wonderful but then I like totally fuck up reading books somehow.

Me: And you’re like come here and let me spank you I am [Academic Crush].

Me: And I’m just like oh god okay, [Academic Crush].

Craftsmate: …

rawpix:

Jan4†h♥feels/like…now(Burcum Baygut)★

nanking-decade:

Mrs. Hedera was not informed that her husband had listed her as collateral to the loansharks.

So, a certain somebody in my life made a tumblr recently and decided to get a little bit clever. 

I’m not saying who, but I’m sure you can figure it out.

And, no, my last name isn’t Hedera.

They’re always so smug before you turn on the cold water.

(Source: indietits)

See those two quick little breaths she sucks in right as he’s pulling her top down?

Yeah.

Those just about make this whole thing.

If you really want out, just find the door and you can leave.

Seriously. Just go over to the door, it’s not even locked. 

No hassle at all.

I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.

And if I find you’re still here, I’ll assume you’ve decided to stay.

(Source: kinkysalon)

Trapped, Part 3

(Disclaimer: The acts described here, despite their forcefulness and my resistance, were entirely consensual. I had a safe word and I could have stopped the encounter at any time if I did not feel comfortable.)

Switch groped my body like he was claiming it, communicating in chuckles and grunts the vastness of the control he wanted. He sneered at my lace bra and the way it barely shielded my breasts from his hands, barely hid the arousal voiced by my nipples.

“Look at this,” he breathed, pushing my shirt aside further. I gasped and tried to shove him off, attempting to push myself off the wall. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked, “I don’t think so, slut. I don’t think that’s how this goes.”

He dragged me over to his bed and shoved me up against the side of it. He bumped me with his body, forcing me to bend over as he started to yank off my clothing. My hands fumbled at my clothes, snatched his hands, frantically tried to protect my body.

Switch pulled the off the last of my clothing, my panties, with a rough tug He grabbed me quickly after, throwing me onto his bed and pushing me down on my stomach. The whole while, I fought feebly.

When I saw the belt already looped around his headboard, ready for my wrists, I swallowed hard. He must have seen me, because he placed his hand on the back of my head and shoved my face down into his sheets. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell what it was, but the texture of his sheets somehow felt different.

“Now, hold still, baby. Don’t want to have to hurt you like this,” he pulled my wrists up toward the headboard. I yanked back theatrically. “I want it to be fun when I hurt you.”

Trapped, Part 2

The issues with my abduction fantasy lie in the execution. Part of it has to do with fear. 

The text above is from the caption I’ve had on this post for a while in my drafts. I keep putting off writing it because I don’t know how to articulate myself properly about the whole thing. I was just never sure it could be pulled off. I wanted to be scared while still feeling safe and I wasn’t sure if those two things were genuinely possible in the sneak-attack type method I wanted my “abduction” to take place. 

But, this was somehow working so far. I had a safe word. I knew it was him and still I had been taken very much by surprise. The way he was groping me was a far enough departure from the way he normally touches me when we first start messing around, before stuff gets a little kinky. But, this time he was rough, possessive. 

I remember having mentioned having this fantasy once. It was very off-handedly, I hadn’t expected anything would come of it. He had told me about something that he was into that is literally impossible to carry out and I replied that I knew how he felt, because I could never be kidnapped the way I wanted without it being too dangerous for me to enjoy or too safe for me to get excited by the risk involved. 

And yet this felt like a good balance. I was at this really happy medium where I was just scared enough to not find it either cheesy or traumatic.

(Source: yasmeen1)

Trapped, Part 1

It was a trap.

The lights were out in his bedroom. I was three steps in, hand over the switch, when he grabbed me from behind. I gasped as one of his hands twisted my arm up on my back and he nudged me against the wall with his knee. He pressed himself against me and his other hand wandered upwards, grabbing my face between his fingers and forcing my lips to purse. His breath was hot against my neck and the light scruff below his lips tickled my skin as he spoke in a voice that gave away his grin.

“Hi there, pretty girl.”