Tara Sivec - Passion and Ponies

“See? I told you that you’d be able to make money off of this thing,” he tells me with a smile. “Let’s celebrate with some light bondage and role-playing.”

I shake my head at him, grab his hand and pull him up from the couch. “I’ve got a better idea. I need to do a blog post today about a few of the items Charlotte Russe and Forever 21 sent me over the weekend and I need a model.”

Tyler stops in the middle of the room and refuses to let me continue pulling him towards the bedroom. “Whoa, hold up there, missy. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.”

Putting on my best pouting face, I bat my eyelashes at him. “But they sent over a My Little Pony t-shirt. If you put it on and let me take a picture of you in it, I promise we can try out the whole bondage thing.”

Tyler narrows his eyes. “Is this t-shirt bedazzled?”

“It’s bedazzled AND it came with a multi-colored tail that attaches to the belt loop of your pants,” I tell him.

Tyler grabs my hand this time and races towards the bedroom. “Damn woman! Next time, lead with that!”

“Ooooh that tickles, do it again!”

Smack.

“Okay, that one stung a little, not so hard.”

Smack.

“FUCKING HELL THAT HURT! NOT SO HARD!”

Smack, smack!

“OH, MY GOD! I SAID NOT SO HARD!”

“Safe word, use the fucking safe word!”

“PANCAKES, PANCAKES, MOTHER FUCKING PANCAKES!” Tyler screams.

With a sigh, I drop the horsetail that came with the My Little Pony t-shirt and smile at his red ass. “You were right, this bondage stuff is fun.”

Tyler looks over his shoulder at me and scowls. “Can you untie me now? It would be really awkward if Charlotte and Gavin come home early.”

He starts to struggle against the pair of panty hose that I wrapped securely around his wrists before tying them to the curtain rod in the living room. I’ve got to say, seeing him trussed up to the window buck naked with his arms above his head is kind of a nice sight and it almost pains me to untie him.

“Honey, I’m home!”

I jump at the sound of Gavin walking through the door. The smile dies on his face as he takes in the scene in his living room.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he mutters.

“Oh, hey, Gavin! In case you were wondering, your curtain rods are pretty sturdy,” Tyler informs him.

“Things that can never be unseen,” Gavin mumbles, unable to take his eyes off of Tyler.

“So, funny story. Tyler was helping me model some clothes for my blog, one thing led to another and we decided to try out some BDSM. You’re lucky you got here when you did. Cock and ball torture was next on the list,” I explain.

“Wait, what?” Tyler asks in horror, craning his neck even more to look at me.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby. Surely Mr. We-Need-A-Safe-Word isn’t afraid of a little genital flogging,” I tell him, reaching up to untie his arms.

Arms free, he turns around, rubbing his wrists. “What are you doing home so early? And where’s Charlotte?”

Gavin stares up at the ceiling. “Can you please put some pants on? I cannot have a conversation with you when your third leg is pointing at me.”

Grabbing Tyler’s jeans from the couch, I toss them at him. After he pulls them on, Gavin finally looks back down.

“Anyway, Charlotte had a meeting at work. I wanted to get home before her because I need some advice,” Gavin explains, walking into the room.

He starts to sit down on the couch, but stops his descent with his ass hovering right above the cushions. “Did you guys have sex on this couch?”

Tyler shakes his head. “Nope.”

Gavin drops the rest of the way, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“Not today at least, but we did yesterday. I think you’re sitting in the wet spot.”

Gavin jumps up from the couch like it’s on fire and gives both of us a dirty look. “Seriously you guys? I think I liked it better when you two hated each other.”

Tyler flips Gavin off and takes a seat on the love seat, pulling me down next to him and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“What kind of advice do you need? If it’s about what you just witnessed here, make sure you and Charlotte are on the same page with the safe word. It’s imperative for the safety of your scrotum,” Tyler tells him.

“Jesus God, no. I want to propose to Charlotte and I have no idea how to do it,” Gavin tells us.

I knew this was coming. I’ve been teasing Charlotte about it for weeks, but hearing Gavin come right out and say it is bittersweet. My sister has found the love of her life and he wants to marry her. She has her dream job, her dream man and everything is falling into place for her.

Looking over at Tyler, I see the huge grin on his face and I can’t help but smile right along with him. My sister is getting married. My blog is starting to make money and I’m pretty sure I might be in love with Tyler.

“I’ve got the perfect proposal idea for you,” Tyler tells Gavin. “We just need to find an Alpaca farm, a place that will let us use illegal fireworks and a working fountain we can add red Jell-O to.”

I must be insane.

 - Tyler -

“You haven’t talked very much about the situation with your real dad. I know we’re trying out this whole talking thing now, but all we seem to talk about is me,” Ava says during our lunch break at work.

“I’m an open book. You already know everything. The sperm bank had a mix-up with the records and they have no fucking clue who the sperm donor was. My only hope at this point is that my mom remembers who she had the foursome with in college so I can try and contact those dudes,” I explain to her.

“There’s got to be something else you can do,” she says, gathering up her trash and tossing it in the bin in the corner of the room.

“Oh, there is. I’m going to BronyCon to find my dad.”

She turns to face me. “You’re going to what?”

“Uh, hello? BronyCon, only the biggest My Little Pony convention in the entire world. They’re having it in Cleveland this year the week after Christmas and I’m going.”

Before I can further explain my epic plan and possibly ask her to go with me, the door to the lunch room opens and Gavin comes running in.

“I just saw Jim in the hall and I told him I was going to ask Charlotte to marry me and now I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill me,” Gavin says in a rush.

“I doubt Jim is not going to kill you because you want to marry his daughter,” I laugh.

He ducks down behind my chair just as the door flies open again and Jim stalks in.

“Where is he? Where is that little maggot?”

Ava rushes up to her dad and throws her arms around him. “Hi, Daddy! It’s so good to see you. Why don’t we go find mom?”

Jim untangles her arms from around his neck and moves her to the side. “Not now, honey. I have a man to kill.”

“See?!” Gavin whispers behind me.

I watch as Jim’s eyes narrow when he catches sight of Gavin crouched down and rocking back and forth behind my chair.

“Dude, stand down. You aren’t going to kill Gavin,” Drew says, walking through the door and wrapping his hands around Jim’s arms.