Hey friends!

Fyi, this entry might be a little bit salacious. So if you're a nun, scroll past. If you're a heathen, grab your popcorn.

Kinks are so fascinating to me. I always wonder HOW they came about. Like who was the FIRST human to discover they had a kink and what was it? Was probably something scandalous that made folks believe they were possessed by Satan or that they dabbled in witchcraft. I also love how over time kinks grow... Like for example, I used to love telling my first boyfriend to get on his knees and devour my pussy. Yes, those were my words verbatim. We were young, inexperienced. On one particular day, I told him to get down and do it... he grabbed me and put me to sit on his face. It was fun... but not what I wanted. I later realized there was a REASON I wanted him to be on his knees as he devoured every last drop. He was shaped like a juicy pear, thick in all the right places. But he was so insecure about it and never wanted me to look at him while we did sexual things... so when I was able to get him like this... it was something about the arch of his back, knees spread wide, face down ass up -- he let go, and fell deep into my love. I felt like I owned him. Like he worshiped my ivory rose... like he wanted nothing else in this world but to please me. THAT was the moment I discovered I love the power of being in control sexually. As fate would have it, time passed and we grew apart. However, I will always be grateful for that stepping stone he gave me. It was the beacon of hope that motivated me to survive the series of dissatisfying romantic and sexual relationships that would follow.

Miss Ivory L. xo