Laura was just playing around; her friend had gotten her the shirt from a Spencer’s, winking and stuffing into Laura’s purse when Laura hissed I can’t buy this! The cashier will think I’m a slut or something!
Well, now Laura’s a shoplifting slut, and the naughty thrill of wearing the kitschy shirt has her posing in her bathroom. Panties off, phone out, Laura feels seductive for once in her young life. Desireable. She teases at her dark hair and gives the camera a sultry look. Oh yeah. Laura feels hot.
Then suddenly, hands yank up the hem of her shirt, showing off what Laura had dared the viewer to “squeeze.” Laura screams. The woman behind her laughs.
“Oh gosh, Daphne,” Laura laughs, cupping her friend’s hands. “You scared the crap out of me.”
Daphne laughs, too, and winks at the camera. “I told you you’d look good in it,” she says. “Perfectly ripe and squeezable. Our husband is going to love it.”
Laura grinned gratefully and caressed her sister wife’s cheek. “I hope so. I can’t wait for the wedding.”
“Oh, Laura, honey,” Daphne’s hands dropped down to massage her breasts. “I can’t wait for the honeymoon.”
This advice is meant for girls interested in threesomes and polygamous relationships involving their sisters (or equivalent - friends, cousins, female relatives etc.). Thanks to societal bullshit expectations, men have been taught to suppress their primal instinct to collect more women throughout the course of their lives. As a result, they will often deny any interest in polygamous relationships, contrary to their natural drives. So, girls interested in living by nature’s rules of being part of a harem or family of women serving one man, will often find it difficult to bring up this topic with the hope of getting honest answers and thoughts. Therefore, I have devised a method for girls to smoothly and quickly start a functioning harem even with men who superficially deny interest in these things.
1. Pre-discuss with your sister(s) and set-up a harem with them.
2. Familiarize all sisters with the usual kinks by reading through a blog such as this.
3. Establish some clear rules for a harem to function - such as a clear hierarchy, complete obedience to a Master without limits, complete privacy, strict vetting of new recruits and clear consequences on flouting of rules, etc.
4. Insist that other sisters must chaperone any of the sisters going on any dates. If you are already dating or are in a relationship, just insist upon this for all future outings with your man.
5. Send him nudes of yourself and all your harem sisters frequently even if he protests.
6. On the date itself, all girls should wear very revealing clothing and no bra or panties.
7. Whilst he might be focused on the girl he had asked out on the date, all the girls present should be frequently flashing him their breasts and vaginas and making reference to each others privates casually and openly.
8. They should also dare each other starting with his intended date, to expose themselves and perform various sex acts on him, in a cheerful and humorous fashion.
9. Then they should casually get him to do some rough sex acts on them as a dare.
10. If things progress well, they should as a group, beg him to be their Master and to use them as he pleases.
I hope the above tips lead to the formation of a good number of harems. Remember girls, all males are meant to be alphas to all women, whether they know it or not. Serve your men and pay homage to nature by helping the men you know reach and satisfy all their primal drives.
I had an exchange today with a fellow Master and this got me thinking about the practical aspects of organizing a polygamous relationship. Working as a professional in a field which closely scrutinizes the meaning and effects of all sorts of relationships, I have come to some insights, which I wish to share.
It is all well and good to fantasize about having a posse of mindless slaves or obliging subs to do your bidding but how is this going to be sustainable? If you have managerial/leadership experience, you will know that human resource management can be the most challenging aspect of the job. Every single recruit to the cause comes with a different set of skills, personal backgrounds, interests and dislikes, values and goals, and personal attitudes and aptitudes. This will affect the way they relate to others within the unit, their abilities, the effort they will put in, their compliance, and their longer-term commitment.
It is much the same in setting up a harem. Your ability to manage multiple people really depends on your ability to select the right individuals, and unless you can predict the future, you will likely fail. People invariably will present their most pleasing aspects during the first few meetings, showcasing their hidden flaws much later on, when things start becoming comfortable.
So the following will detail my advice on how to start and maintain a harem. Please note, I am interested essentially in polygyny which is maintaining a relationship between one man and multiple women, so my advice will reference this lifestyle within a dominance and submission framework. However, I do think aspects of this will still be applicable to other poly-amorous lifestyles.
1. Probably the best thing you could do is to enter into a relationship with a girl pair/group at the same time. For girls interested in this lifestyle, I always suggest talking to your sisters, friends and other female relatives and forming a harem with them before finding your Master. For Masters, look for a group of girls wanting to enter into a relationship with you at the same time. Sisters, friends and relatives have a natural bond which will endear them to each other and promote the continuation of the relationship.
2. For those already in a relationship, I suggest getting your partner emotionally invested in a polygamous setup. This whole thing will only work if both partners have the same vision. It is only natural that 2 people coming into a relationship don’t see eye to eye on every single thing. However, it is also natural that individuals in a relationship grow to adopt some of the interests of the other. So, introduce your partner to this lifestyle and monitor the uptake. To this end, you can introduce them to any number of Gorean, Cuckquean and similar literature, groups, blogs or websites. If they are interested, proceed to point 3. If they are not interested, do not pursue this for it will only end in tears.
3. For those in a relationship with a willing partner, delegate the task of finding the other partners to her. Similarly for girls reading this who are already in a relationship with a guy who is willing to Master a harem, take it upon yourself to find the other partners.
4. It will be infinitely better to find partners from the pool of women you already know. This means within sisters, friends and female relatives. As for reasons why, please read point 1.
5. It will be essential for girls involved to completely serve under the leadership of their Master without limits, surrendering any moral compass or conscience to their Master, and unquestioningly serving all his interests whether it appeals to them or not. In the less than ideal setting where there are limits, these should be observed by all members equally.
6. It will be essential for all members to maintain secrecy about their lifestyle in regard to all outside members. All potential new recruits should be vetted extensively before letting them into your exclusive group. This is both for safety and your peace of mind.
7. It will be essential for there to be some sort of agreed hierarchy within the group. Order and structure are essential for good and clear group dynamics. This should be enforced by the more senior members of the group.
8. It will be essential for group activities to extend to other areas of life apart from sexual activities so relationships can become wholesome.
9. One must think about the costs of running such an endeavour and really, a stay at home group of slaves that is not generating any income, is neither practical nor sustainable. So, I would suggest gainful employment be sought by all members to contribute towards the Master’s harem.
10. If members of the group are threatening group dynamics by not observing the hierarchy, not observing secrecy, not contributing financially and otherwise, not following the group rules, have severe mental illnesses or personality disorders, or engaging in damaging habits (severe drugs and alcohol, self harming and overdosing, violent/criminal acts, undisclosed infidelity) have a discussion within the group and release them from the group. Trying to work with these problems will do more harm than good for the harem.
So there you have it. This is actually quite a serious post. I have been thinking about these issues for awhile but I have finally gained the impetus to put it in writing. I hope you aspiring polygamists out there will find the above points useful. If you wish to discuss anything at all, do not hesitate to contact me.
For most of human history polygamy (i.e. polygyny - one man with multiple women) was the norm. This was how nature intended it and we see it right across the animal kingdom and especially so with our closest mammal relatives. So, why should it be any different for us humans? The problem seems to stem from a mistaken belief that women and men are increasingly happier with modernity. Whilst the technological advancements of the current age have brought much comforts, I don’t think we can say we are happier as a species. Depression and suicide rates are through the roof as are all manner of other psychiatric disorders. This is why a return to the ways of the past with respect to polygamy will bring us closer to nature and is the path our kind should take. The following are some of the positive reasons for polygamy.
1. Families, siblings, friendships stay together. Typically these relationships grow apart at least to some degree over time but if you stay in a relationship with one man, this will not happen and you will work towards common goals.
2. Potential financial benefits may be greater if there are several working adults supporting the family.
3. Domestic and other chores will be less time consuming with more hands on deck.
4. Sexual interactions will be infinitely more exciting. This will be especially so if women leave these choices to the Man who they serve.
5. Loneliness will never trouble you ever again. I suspect that this in fact is likely the major cause of mental illness in our increasingly fractured society with isolated nuclear families.
6. Any sort of entertaining activity or outing will be infinitely more fun.
7. All problems are better solved with more heads and brains under a centralised leader.
8. You will have a sense of purpose and order belonging to a larger unit where your place in the hierarchy is clear.
9. Men have bountiful seed and thus have been clearly made/evolved to have multiple partners to give their progeny the best chance of survival.
10. Women have a finite number of eggs and a limited number of menstrual cycles where they can conceive. If they do conceive, they are unable to conceive further for another year typically on top of a further focus on child rearing, an extended period during which they are more vulnerable and need added protection. This clearly indicates that girls have been made/evolved to select one Man to serve and get his favour, to give their progeny the best chance of survival.
Discuss with your partners or if single, discuss with your sisters, friends and female relatives. Make it happen and enjoy a life of bliss!
This is a personal post to order and organise my interests. Naturally new things arise from time to time and priorities can change as well. So, I have taken pains to list the most stable and arousing of my interests.
1. Areola slip
2. Nip slip
3. Large areolas
4. Large nipples
5. Large labia
6. Large natural breasts
7. Saggy breasts
8. Braless and pantiless
9. Old man and Young girl
10. Fat man and slim girl
11. Ugly/disabled man and beautiful girl
12. Dominance and submission (M>f)
13. Cum facial
14. Cum swallow
15. Ass licking/Rimming
16. Girl drinking Man’s piss
17. Girl eating Man’s shit
18. Girl being Man’s toilet
19. Face fucking
20. Tit torture
21. Pussy torture
22. Groping/Stripping
23. Forced everything
24. Anal especially painal
25. Virgin defloration
26. Ass to mouth and pussy to mouth
27. One guy and many girls
28. Humiliation of girls
29. 24/7 TPE with no limits
30. Flashing and exhibitionism
If any of these interest you, contact me. I am constantly on the look out for more slaves to join the Harem.
A great example of how to go braless casually in public. There is nothing more sexy and beautiful than seeing breasts jiggling and bouncing without restraint under a thin see-through top in public. All harem subs and slaves must never wear bras at all times without exception.
This is advice for those who are fantasizing about becoming subsluts and are not yet owned. For those who are owned, this may give you something to think about.
1. Stop wearing bras and panties.
2. Always wear revealing clothing. Your nipples, breasts and pussy should be easily seen and accessed.
3. Try not to have tattoos and piercings as your body should be a blank template for your future Master to use as he wishes.
4. Voraciously consume written material in this post and the rest of this blog and similar blogs to gain some direction and purpose.
5. Immediately obey all men in all areas of life. Apart from sexual matters which I will explore further in this post, this will involve obedience in financial, academic, social, family matters, etc. Start obeying your annoying younger brother for example. Give in to all his requests. Give him everything you have without any complaints.
6. Obey all men, no matter how young or old, smart or intellectually disabled, slim or fat, attractive or unattractive, well groomed or dirty and smelly, rich or poor, physically/mentally able or disabled, dominant or submissive, aggressive or passive, in all areas of life without question and without limits.
7. Advertise your submission to all men you come across in the way you behave and smile to them and anticipate and live to please their every wish and fancy.
8. Send all men who request, your nude pictures and videos including those of your friends, sisters and so on, without hesitation.
9. For you there is no such thing as molest, rape and assault as you are a tool for all men to use as they wish.
10. Actively encourage men to grope and use you at will. If a stranger gropes you, position yourself such that it becomes much easier for him to grope you. Only go away when he physically makes you.
11. Kiss men only on their penis and anus, unless they insist otherwise.
12. Try to perform oral sex on all men that you know and don’t know. Perform oral sex in whichever way the man wants it. I for example, want to be embraced while I fuck the sub’s face mercilessly.
13. If you perform oral sex, always lick his anus and when you do, stick your tongue as far as you can into his anal cavity.
14. When he cums on your face, drink and swallow what goes into your mouth and leave the rest on your face to dry.
15. Beg all men to use you as a toilet. Drink his piss, lick his anus clean, eat his shit.
16. Always sleep with your face in his crotch or anus.
17. Use his penis as a pacifier and try to suck on him 24/7, if he is soft or hard, distracted or interested, pissing, shitting or not, awake or asleep.
18. Get your sisters, friends, cousins, other female relatives, or other girls to join you in a harem under the same rules as discussed above and look for your Master.
19. Look for your master in all men be they friends, teachers, relatives, strangers, in person or online. Tumblr seems to be a great place to find a master for yourself as the men here are really openly advertising their sexual interests. You should approach all men on tumblr who claim to be masters and beg to serve as they wish.
20. Any man who claims you as his sub-slave will from that point onward be your only Master and you will only serve him and whoever else he wishes.
A subslut will make no distinction between a good looking rich 20 something year old dominant man and a dirty, homeless, morbidly obese, 70 something year old man walking with a hunch and a limp. She must have served the underclass to be truly a subslut worthy of such a title. I really value the pretty young girl daily pleasuring and getting a cum facial from a great grandfather in a wheel chair.
Example scenario of a great subslut: Tania dresses like a subslut and often walks through a seedy park where some dirty, homeless people congregate. Whenever she gets cat called, she smiles in appreciation. One day a drunk middle aged fat guy with a huge beer gut accosts her and when she turns into a secluded area, grabs her from behind and squeezes her breasts hard. She makes no motion to resist his actions and turns toward him. He then pulls her breasts out and fondles and bites them hard. She winces a little in pain but places her hands on his head to encourage him to continue, which he does. He then pushes her head down and she quickly rushes to his crotch which is wreaking of body odour and dried cum and piss. She pulls out his penis and kisses it sweetly and begins to suck on him whilst he fucks her face. She proceeds to lick his anus which he has not washed or cleaned in a long time. Meanwhile he turns her over and fucks her dry in her ass. Her ass hurts a lot but she bites her lip while he uses her to his satisfaction. He then pulls out finally and cums on her face. She swallows all of the cum that flows into her mouth and leaves the rest on her face. The man slaps her across the face and takes all of her money. He tells her “You’re mine bitch!” and spits on her as he walks off. Tania manages to crawl home and tell her two younger sisters about having become a true subslut and finding a master for their harem. They dress her wounds while they excitedly discuss about how they will serve their new master. All three girls go the next day dressed as subsluts and look for their master who is passed out drunk under a tree in the park. They book a hotel room and take him there where they take his clothes off and suck his penis and lick his anus together. They do this until he finally wakes up and looks at them surprised and starts hitting them. They then explain to him that they are there to serve him completely and Tania immediately shows her sincerity by approaching his penis and sucking him with the other two quickly following suit. The man came to accept his role as a Master and many things happened that night. The two younger sisters lost their virginity in all their holes and all three of them drank his piss and took turns to lick his ass clean after he had taken a shit. They gave the man all their money when they left and they continued to serve him every day as he saw fit….
I hope you all enjoyed this one. I certainly did. Please feel free to reblog and share the love for this is but a labour of love and passion. I am always open to questions and more, so don’t hesitate to contact me if you wish.
Just as the girls stood up with their breasts out and their dresses lifted high above their pussies, Jenni’s phone rang. She looked at Steve, and he motioned for her to answer it. She quickly attended the call. It was their mother on the line and she was calling to see if they had finished watching the movie and she told Jenni to bring Gina home soon as it was getting very late. Jenni said okay and hung up and told Steve that Gina and her had to go home because their mum had called. Gina had begun to protest about having to go back home when Steve said that they could meet again another day.
He then said, ”I still need to finish what I started”, and sat the two girls down beside him on the couch. He then placed his hands on Gina’s head and pushed her down gently. Gina hardly needed an invitation. She was already in love with Steve’s penis. She liked how it felt both warm and hard at the same time. She liked the musky smell there and she desperately wanted to lick and suck on it. She was also worried that she was running out of time and so, rushed with an open mouth and tried to take all of him in at once. This took Steve by such a pleasant surprise that he pushed his penis with several thrusts into her mouth and ejaculated into her mouth. Gina did not expect that there would be this warm, salty-sweet liquid spurting into her mouth and did not know what to do. Holding her head down, he quickly told her to swallow his cum, which she did and she then kept on sucking. He then told her, “Did you like your birthday present?”, and she looked at him with his penis inside her and said a muffled “Yes, thank you so much!”.
Meanwhile, Steve pulled Jenni by her nipples and motioned her to put her breasts in his mouth while he bit and chewed them intensely. He also inserted his middle fingers slowly into their anuses and fingered them. Both girls were in ecstasy and had lost track of time. Steve’s penis had become flaccid by then in Gina’s mouth but she loved the soft, smooth and spongy texture of it as well and kept sucking it and playing with it inside her mouth. Steve almost had to use some force to pull it out. He laughed and said, “Darling, it’s time for you two to go home. We can do this and much much more again real soon”.
Gina and Jenni then pushed their breasts back in and got dressed before Steve accompanied them out and got them into a taxi back home. When they reached home, their mother was waiting for them with some dinner and she asked Gina, how was her birthday outing. Gina exclaimed that it was the best birthday ever. Gina could still smell and taste Steve and she felt an incredible longing to be with him again.
Jenni was exhausted after spending many hours chatting with her new found friend, Steve. They had been talking about what real love was meant to be. All around them in the natural world there was plenty of polygamy and the same in humans until very recently. Steve had laid out the clear foundations for this. Man had but plenty of seed, clearly intended to spread far and wide to give his progeny the best chances of survival. Women on the other hand, only had a finite number of eggs, a finite number of menstrual cycles, and if they got pregnant, they would be unable to conceive for an extended period. So, it was in the woman’s interest to reserve her energies to finding her one male lover to dedicate the rest of her life to. This clearly favoured Men having multiple female partners all dedicated to only him alone. Nature had clearly intended this to be the way and this was the reason for the success that humans had achieved over all other animals. “Why had we gone against nature in the last 50 to 100 years?”, Steve asked.
Jenni kept ruminating over these conversations she was having daily with Steve and became more and more convinced that this was how it was meant to be. The week had gone by and she had all but fallen in love with Steve, but she did not want to propose to him on her own. She wondered about who would be both brave and visionary to join her in this endeavour but also considered how such a relationship could last. It finally occurred to her that her younger sister, Gina, would be the perfect person to join her in this adventure. Who else would understand and care for her as a sister whilst simultaneously being in a relationship with the same guy as her?
Jenni and Gina shared the same room anyway and Gina had been aware that Jenni had been talking animatedly to a guy called Steve. So, when Jenni brought his name up in a conversation, she was not surprised. However, she was surprised when Jenni proposed to her that they both date Steve together. Both Gina and Jenni had never been in a relationship before although they had their fair share of crushes over the years. This seemed like a big step for the both of them. Nevertheless, the idea that they would both be together with one man, sharing the love, their deepest thoughts and desires, as well as a future together, seemed like a wonderful idea. So, Gina told Jenni that she loved her plan and wanted to get involved immediately.
That night, Jenni introduced Gina to Steve, and the three spoke at length. By the end of the conversation, in their excitement, the two girls had blurted out their plans to Steve to become his girlfriends. Steve of course was very pleased, and told them as much. He discussed his expectations of the relationship, namely complete submission and obedience to him. This was all new to both girls but they had read and seen plenty of literature and videos depicting the joys of dominant-submissive relationships. Eager to get started and in the joy of their new found love, the girls readily agreed to his conditions.
The following night, Steve texted instructions to both girls to send him pictures of themselves together in various clothing. He told them to stop wearing bras and send him pictures of themselves in lesser and lesser clothing until they were completely naked. Jenni was the first to remove her bra and urged Gina to follow suit. She took out her smart phone and took several pictures of the both of them and sent it with kisses to Steve. As the girls dutifully obliged, they began to enjoy this more and more. and this pleased Steve greatly. The girls were dripping wet by the end of the night with all the pictures and videos and could not wait to see him. The three of them then arranged to meet at his home when no one else was around the following day.
You were smoking not thinking about anything when you saw that black jaguar stopping at your door. You knew it was him before he even left the car, even so you were curious. What he was doing?
You watched Ivar leaving the car in all his glory. Black leather jacket, red shirt e black jeans that made he look so sinfully handsome.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said with a small smile.
“Hello,” you said leaving your cigarette forgotten aside.
“Can you say to Megan that I’d like to talk with her?” he said.
Okay, you should have known better. Obviously Ivar wasn’t there for you, but for your sister, Megan. He didn’t need to say but it was kind obvious he was head over heels for her, probably just like you were for him.
“She just left with Matthew. On a date,” you added like if it was nothing.
“Matthew… A date? Wow. I guess I’m kinda late,” he smiled but different than the other times, his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Good, he was angry.
“I’ll tell her you came here and-”
“There’s no need, it’s okay,” he said.
“Wouldn’t you like to come inside?” you said like it was no big deal. To prove your point a loud thunder echoed through the sky.
“I guess I don’t have another option,” he said shyly.
“Do you need anything? I have beer here,” you said once he was seated in your couch.
“No I-i… Yeah, I’d like it. Please,” he added.
Once you seated with him, handing him a beer you looked attentively at him. He was ridiculously handsome. Everything about him drove you insane. His gorgeous features, the icy blue eyes you’d die for, his smell, the most minimum detail made your heart skip a beat.
“Staring is rude,” he laughed before taking a long sip of the beer.
“I wasn’t… Sorry,” you laughed. You’d have to be more discreet otherwise he would notice the way you looked at him.
“So did you come to confess your feelings for the sweet Megan?” you said dramatically earning a laugh from him.
“Is that obvious?” he asked.
“It’s written all over your face. C'mon, you have heart eyes for her,” you said like it was obvious.
“No, I don’t… Okay, maybe I look at her a bit different,” he admitted.
“A bit?”
“Okay, I fell for her. Satisfied?” he said.
“A bit,” you answered with a small smile.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked curiously.
“It’s nothing… I mean I should be used to this,” you continued.
“To what?"
"Megan always… Had guys like you head over heels for her and she plays with them, with their feelings. I don’t want this for you,” you said.
Part of you was angry to talk about your sister like this, but it wasn’t a lie. Megan was a femme fatale. That included some heartbreaking in the process. It was what she was. A goddamn powerful woman who knew the power she had in hands and put to good use.
The other part? Wanted to be more like her. To be sensual, to attract all the eyes when you enter a room, to break some hearts as well. But you and your sister were like wine and water, didn’t work very well together.
You were clumsy, most of times could be friends with the guy who was interested in you. You were the nerd sister and Megan, the cheerleader, the prom queen.
“Why are you telling me that? What do you want for me, Y/N?” Ivar asked after a long time.
“I think you deserve the true,” you said trying to ignore the goosebumps erupting in your skin hearing him calling your name.
“What do you want for me?” he insisted.
I want you to want me, your insides screamed.
“I want you to be happy with some girl that knows your value and that loves you,” and I want to be this girl, you added in your thoughts.
Ivar smiled to you, a true and beautiful smile. That made your knees weak. And then you realized. He knew it. He didn’t need to say anything, the way he looked at you said it all. He fucking knew it.
Much to your liking in a matter of two seconds and you were in a complete darkness.
“I swear to fucking fuck,” you said mostly to yourself.
“Better now?” he said once his phone’s flashlight was on.
“Thank you,” you said.
“So what were you saying?” Ivar said trying to bring back the subject.
“Forgot it, it’s your life, you give the shots not me,” you said.
“When were you going to tell me?” he asked softly.
“I wasn’t,” you said. You didn’t need to ask what the fuck he was talking about.
“Hey, look at me,” he said. Long fingers reaching for you chin, making you face him.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. You looked at those beautiful eyes, silently begging for whoever mysterious force to not lose his friendship.
“It’s been awhile since I noticed, probably that held me. I didn’t talk to Megan sooner because I knew about you, and I didn’t want to hurt you. And probably I lost her because of this,” he said running his hands through his long brown hair.
“You didn’t need to held yourself. I wouldn’t be that hurt… I told you, I’m used to this,” you said.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“What for? To lose your friendship? To make you reject me? No, I was fine keeping those feelings for me. What could I possibly win, Ivar?" you were almost crying at that point.
"Me,” he said. He smiled and caressed your hair softly. “I don’t know what you think about yourself, but you’re beautiful, kind, smart… So irresistible, just like your sister. You two aren’t that different, y'know. But you, Y/N, there’s something else about you. Something that intrigues me. Something that makes me want to be closer and closer to you,” he continued.
At that point breathing was out of question, the air was stuck in your throat because as Ivar talked he leaned closer and closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, and even wonder how it would be to kiss him right now.
Probably he was thinking the same when he kissed you. Plump lips against yours softly but wanting more. When you felt his tongue caressing your bottom lip, asking for entrance you swore your soul left your body. Because there was no fucking way that this was happening.
But boy, it was. Hot tongue dancing alongside yours, a passionate kiss that he easily dominated. He had both hands on your waistline, gripping firmly, holding you in place. You, on the other way, had shaky hands on his neck, wanting that this moment didn’t end.
But it did. You two were breathless, forehead against one another, icy blue eyes blown with lust.
“Please say we can try,” he said softly.
“Yeah, we can,” you said smiling.
Ivar kissed your forehead and you hugged him. This would work, you knew. You two would be one of that couples that couldn’t be away from one another for such a long time, and honestly, you were so happy with the idea of having an angry puppy like him always close to you.
Ivar knew he would found her waiting for him there, alone, probably reading some book with the sunlight caressing her skin in the most beautiful way. Once he reached her, he smiled. She was really reading. He sat down with her and caressed her hair.
“Hey,” she said with that shy smile that never failed making his heart skip a beat.
“Ready?” he asked. He wished things to be different, that she took him seriously, maybe give them a chance.
Ivar knew he would found her waiting for him there, alone, probably reading some book with the sunlight caressing her skin in the most beautiful way. Once he reached her, he smiled. She was really reading. He sat down with her and caressed her hair.
“Hey,” she said with that shy smile that never failed making his heart skip a beat.
“Ready?” he asked. He wished things to be different, that she took him seriously, maybe give them a chance.
“Actually I wanted to talk to you,” she started.
“What happened?” he asked. Because obviously something was wrong. He could say just by looking at her eyes, the worry clear on them.
“I wanted to know that if it’s okay…” she suddenly stopped talking.
“C'mon, talk to me, my sweet Y/N,” he said touching her chin.
“I’m not in the mood, I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks blushing a little.
“What happened? It was me?” Ivar asked suddenly worried.
“No, I just… I had another discussion with my mom this morning and she said a few things, y'know? I just wish I had another place to go, I don’t want to look at her, not right now at least. She hurt me,” she talked in such a low tone that Ivar had to pay total attention to her.
“You can come to my house, if you want of course,” he said like it was no big deal.
Immediately her curious eyes scanned his features looking for any signs of joking or anything like that.
“Sure?” she asked.
“I thought we were friends,” Ivar said dramatically.
“Friends don’t have sex,” she answered.
“We can always be friends with benefits,” he smiled.
“You’re such an idiot,” she laughed.
“Funny thing, I don’t remember you saying that kind of thing when my dick was inside of you,” he laughed when she blushed.
“Like I said, idiot,” she emphasized the word.
“C'mon we can watch movies and eat junkie food,” he said.
“Okay you convinced me,” she said with a smile.
***
When you got out of the bathroom you noticed you didn’t have anything to wear. Once you were back in the room Ivar was already laying on the bed, looking for something to watch on Netflix.
“Can I use one of your clothes?” you asked finally gaining his attention.
Okay it’s been awhile since that thing between you and Ivar was happening, but you always blushed under his gaze. It was strange because at the same time you felt the most beautiful woman in the world, you felt so little and helpless, like he was a lion and you were his prey.
“Sure,” he said.
You almost ran to his closet. You decided for one of his band t-shirts and grey sweatpants. You came back to the room and joined him on the bed.
You took some time to look at his room. He had a large variety of books, some of them classic and others were probably in foreign language. His dark room had three of the walls painted in black, and there was a red light that made everything look more attractive, more sensual.
“I never imagined being here,” you said turning your look to him.
“Hope you like, it’s my favourite place,” he said.
You knew Ivar didn’t have much friends, to be honest, he barely talked with other people beyond his brothers and well, you.
“Ivar,” you called him.
“What?” he said.
“Why me? You could have literally any other girl. I mean, you’re unfairly handsome,” you said.
You watched him inhale and exhale a few times, like if he was thinking about what to say.
“You’re different than any other girl I already met. When we had to do that ridiculous task together I saw that, and… I wanted more. I wanted to know you, to have you,” he said.
“So am I kinda of a prize to you? Something you wanted badly and-”
“I didn’t say that. I said that I wanted to know you, to be close to you. I never considered you like a prize. Because let’s be honest, I’m not that good, not to have you,” he said.
“What do you mean? Because we, well… We have sex quite often and…” you asked.
“Yes but think about it, we could have so much more than just sex. I mean the sex is great but… You understood,” he said.
You took some time to think about what he was saying, what he truly wanted. Did that mean that he wanted something else? Maybe a real relationship? Okay, Ivar wasn’t the type of guy that sent flowers and all the cute stuff, but he always watched over you, always was more worried in you, in your interests, in what you want, in your pleasure…
“Ivar, I…” at that point you didn’t know what to say anymore.
“Why don’t you sleep a little? I know you were crying in the bath, I heard,” he said softly.
“I… What about you?” you asked.
“I didn’t invite you here to have sex. I know how bad you get once you and your mother fight. I just want to comfort you. I won’t do anything, I promise,” he said.
“Thank you,” you said.
***
You woke up desperate looking for you phone when you saw it was just 8 PM you wanted to throw it against the wall. You shifted in the bed and finally saw that Ivar was sleeping as well, the book he was reading was open against his tattooed chest and he was still wearing glasses.
You slowly moved closer to him, picked the book and put it aside and when you were almost taking his glasses he woke up. Icy blue eyes staring at you.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry,” you said.
“It’s okay. What time is it?” he asked yawning.
“8,” you answered.
“Want to eat something?” he asked checking on his phone.
“No, I’m fine,” you said.
“Can we go back to sleep?” he said laying properly on the bed.
“Yeah, we should,” you said looking at him.
Ivar reached for your body, strong arms involving your waist and pulling you closer.
“Thank you for everything you’ve been doing to me,” you whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked at you, curious eyes scanning your face.
“No need to thank me,” he said as traced your features with his fingers.
He didn’t need to do anything at that moment to make your heart race its own beats. When this started, you knew it wouldn’t be nothing but some great sex, but now? Oh girl, at that moment you already knew Ivar was the one. Your heart was his and something in your insides told you, his heart was yours as well.
“I want to kiss you so badly right now,” you said chuckling.
Ivar in the other hand was serious. He leaned closer to you, plump lips meeting yours in what started as a calm kiss. Tongues touching one another smoothly, hands tangling together. It didn’t take long to you moan on his mouth. Body getting hotter and hotter, wanting his touch, wanting to be his.
“You came here to seduce me, right? Such a bad girl,” he said slapping your thighs, hands grabbing the soft skin so hard that you moaned loudly.
“Ivar, please,” you said while you still could think coherently.
“What? Tell me what you want,” he said.
I want you to ravish me, you thought looking mesmerized at him. Under his gaze you always felt the prettiest and most desired woman on earth.
“I want you to fuck me,” you said simply. Thinking about it was enough to make heat pool between your legs.
“I see that. Everything in you tells me this. You want me so bad… Exactly the same way I want you,” he said close to your ear. Hot breath tickling your skin.
Like if he needed to prove a point, he pressed his growing erection against your thigh. He smiled when he saw you breathing heavily and closing your eyes, a loud moan trying to pass through your closed lips.
Much to your dislike Ivar took his time with you. Slowly so slowly he took your clothes off, kissing every exposed centimeter he got it.
“So beautiful,” he said touching both of your breasts, palming them softly just the way you liked. Hot mouth involving your nipples, one at time, prolonging that blissful attack. Licking, sucking and biting, the recipe to drive you crazy.
He nestled between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs. Here and there biting them.
“Ivar, please,” you knew you were sounding desperate.
“Want me here?” he said touching your slick folds, playing with your wetness.
“Yes,” you moaned arching your body as answer.
Ivar smiled before finally putting his mouth on you. Skillful tongue working on your pleasure, strong hands forcing your legs open so he could have espace to do whatever he wanted to you. And boy, he did. He fucked you with his tongue, with his fingers but he didn’t make you cum, no he preferred to have you clenching around him, moaning his name on nonstop like a prayer.
He aligned himself in your entrance and in one smooth movement he was inside you. At that moment breathing calmly was out of the question.
“You’re mine,” he said standing still inside you.
“I’m yours,” you confirmed.
Ivar smiled and then finally started moving. Slowly at first, but soon his insane pace was settled. Hips burying themselves on yours, making your body burn in pure desire for him.
Your closed your legs on his waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside you. Touching that sweet spot repeatedly, making you roll shut your eyes.
“Look at me,” he groaned.
And when you looked at him, he caressed your face.
“I want to see when you fall apart.”
At that moment you knew you were lost. Ivar used his arms as leverage to keep that furious pace. You knew it wouldn’t take you to long to your orgasm hit you like a train.
“Ivar, oh fuck!” You moaned. The growing pressure in your lower belly only grew.
“Come to me,” he said.
And obviously your body attended his command. You came trembling from head to toes, moaning his name. Nails finding his back and scratching him in the process. Ivar came right after you, not resisting to the way your pussy clenched around him.
He took some time still inside you trying to catch up his breath. When he finally moved he pulled you closer to him.
“Y/N, I…” he started.
You looked at him, mind still blurring too lost in pleasure.
“I don’t know how to say that,” he laughed nervously.
You waited for him to organise his thoughts, you were tracing the tattoos on his chest.
“I want more than this, I… I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said looking at you. His eyes were almost screaming “say yes, please”.
“Nothing would make me more happy than this,” you said.
He didn’t need words to answer, he hugged you tightly.
“I’ll make you happy, I promise,” he said.
“I already am when I’m with you,” you smiled.
You closed your eyes drifting to sleep happily. You knew that you and Ivar would make it. Honestly you couldn’t be happier with the fact that you were his girl, truly.
Sister Wives fascinates me. There are so many different personality types and so many complex relationships all in this one big family. For the most part, I like Meri, Janelle, Christine, and Robyn. I enjoy seeing the love they have for each other even through rough patches. They’re each so different but they seem to support and understand each other really well, and even go out of their way to do so.
But I can’t stand Kody. I don’t know the guy but he comes across as an insensitive, arrogant asshole with the emotional depth of a kiddie pool. With every episode I see, the urge to junk punch him grows stronger.
In this episode I’m watching, they’re all on vacation and Christine is upset because Kody has invited along a friend who deeply offended her by making a hurtful comment about their family. She’s expressing to him that she’s hurt, she doesn’t want to see the guy unless he apologizes, and she can’t understand why Kody would still want to be friends with such a person. And he’s saying she’s “playing games.”
Kody keeps saying her “ego” is why she can’t let this go while the other wives totally understand why Christine is upset even if they weren’t themselves offended. Kody wasn’t personally offended so he doesn’t care that his wife was offended. All he has to do to help Christine feel better and move past this is to tell the guy he offended her and that he should apologize. That’s all! But because Kody is so arrogant he won’t do it. Not only is he acting like his wife’s feelings don’t matter, he’s trying to make her feel stupid about the whole thing and that she’s blowing it out of proportion even though she was DEEPLY offended and now literally feels UNSAFE around this person.
He won’t ask for an apology because he thinks it’ll make him look weak. He literally said that the thought of asking the guy to apologize “made his testicles shrink.” Whose ego is really the problem here, Kody?
