#eventually i will write a whole 100k of them fucking on every surface but i just don't have the time rn

[starrystevie]

18+ | modern ronance / cw: public sex | crossposted from twitter

robin has her nipples pierced. she has her nipples pierced and doesn’t wear a bra and always has on a too tight or too sheer or too short top making them obvious to those who know what to look for.

nancy knows what to look for and it drives her crazy.

they aren’t dating, they aren’t fucking but they’re dancing around being something with flirty grins and touches that could almost be considered lingering if they didn’t pull away so quickly. robin looks down at nancy with hooded eyes and she looks back with mischief in her own, promises of that something behind each of their gazes.

but every time she wears one of those goddamn shirts, nipple rings protruding enough to see the outline, to see when she’s changed from a bar bell to a ring, nancy is one know-it-all smirk away from letting robin know how she feels.

she wants to get her hands on them. wants to feel the metal under her palms. wants to rip off a too tight too sheer too short top and get her mouth on them. wants to have robin in her lap, riding her thigh so she can lick the ring into her mouth and tug on it with her teeth.

and nancy is anything but stupid. she knows that robin knows, knows that she wears those fucking shirts on purpose to see nancy barely holding herself together. she’ll make sure to stretch her arms up so the shirts go taut and tight when she knows she has nancy’s eyes on her. she’ll lean forward when she’s wearing a loose button up, enough to have so much skin on display that it has to be intentional. she’ll scratch lazily at her tit and get her nipple hard so that everything is obvious through the fabric knowing it will make nancy lose her mind.

and it does. every single goddamn time. nancy always has to go home and fuck her self on her fingers as she thinks about robin’s tits, about leaving bites and bruises on them until the rings stand out even more against her marred skin, coming hard and fast at the thought.

eventually she knows she has to do something about it. she knows she needs to tell robin that she’s not only in love with her but also in love with her perfect, perky tits and needs to see if she can fit one in her mouth, needs to flick at her nipples until she comes.

turns out, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. steve and eddie pull them out to their favorite club one night for their two month anniversary like it’s an actual day to celebrate and the girls, of course, go along. the guys are grinding against each other in the corner and robin buys nancy her usual vodka soda while she gets her own jack and coke. her shirt tonight is sinful, sheer enough that somehow the metal shines through when the club lights hit just right, loose enough to push a hand under without rucking up the fabric.

they go to the dance floor without question because that’s what they always do, robin holding nancy’s hand as she pulls her along under some guise of not wanting to lose her in the crowd even though they both know that’s not the only reason.

it doesn’t take long until they’re pressed together, nancy’s back to robin’s front. it’s what they always do but tonight it feels charged with something else. robin’s hand is on the side of nancy’s hip, loose enough to break from but tight enough to know she wants her to stay. not that nancy would want to break away from her anyway.

she’s feeling a little wild, a little daring, and maybe it’s the vodka or the way that robin’s piercings are obvious against her back. she snakes a hand up to wrap her arm around the back of robin’s neck, pulling her closer. she can feel her hot breath puffing against her skin as she leans down, following the pressure from nancy's hand.

the fingers on her hip flex and tighten, pushing them together the tiniest bit more and she can feel when robin drops her head to rest in the crook of her neck. her breath is even hotter now, closer to her bare skin than she was before, dampening her already sweat soaked skin.

nancy tangles her fingers into robin’s hair, coaxing her down to hint that she can put her lips on her skin if she wants. she can taste her if she wants. it doesn’t take long until nancy jumps when a kiss is pressed featherlight under her ear. her fingers tug on the hair between them and it’s like a green light moving all systems to go.

there’s a tongue flicking out to finally taste nancy’s skin and she pushes her hips back to grind harder against robin. there’s a hand traveling from her hip a bit closer to where she actually wants it, pressing teasingly into the lowest part of her belly, lust rushing behind her behind her bellybutton at the sensation.

nancy drops her hand from her head so she can place it on top of robin’s, pushing her fingers down so the pressure increases. she gasps at the feeling and can feel robin do something of the same, teeth scraping against her skin followed by her tongue like she's trying to sooth it. in the back of her mind, she's hoping robin will do it again.

she’s glad they know each other so well since they won’t be able to hear each other over the music. as robin’s hand goes to move lower, nancy spins in her grasp, desperate for something else. now they’re face to face, robin’s eyes hooded and dark in the low light, trained on nancy's lips, her own lips spit slick from her ministrations on her neck.

her leg slips between nancy’s as her hand comes to rest on the center her ass, pulling them close. it doesn’t take long until nancy’s pushing up on her toes as robin bends down so they can finally kiss each other for the first time. she isn’t surprised when a tongue flicks out against her lips, isn't surprised when hers comes out to meet it either.

making out with robin on the dance floor is great, heavenly, everything she could want. well, almost everything that is. her hand slides onto robin’s side just under her loose shirt. her skin is warm against nancy’s fingers, under her palm, soft in a way that makes her want to get her mouth on it.

robin surges forward and presses harder on her ass like she knows what nancy wants. needs what nancy wants. her shirt is loose enough that nancy's hand finds her tit easily. it fits perfectly in her palm just like she knew it would, heavy in that wonderful way that makes her mind go blank with desire. with their legs entwined, they both roll their hips in an obvious way to get pressure where they need it, mouths opening on moans that get drowned out by the booming bass.

robin pulls back from their kiss and keeps nancy’s bottom lip bitten between her teeth, tugging gently like a hint of what she really wants. when nancy’s finger slip up to pinch her nipple, she lets go of her lip with a hiss and thrust of her hips.

“you gotta thing for tits, wheeler? that’s so fucking hot,” robin mutters against her ear as she brings her hand around from her ass to her front.

her hand slips easily under nancy’s skirt, palm flat against her wet panties to give her something more to grind on. nancy can feel her eyes roll back and she tugs harshly on robin’s nipple causing them both to groan.

"no, i have a thing for your tits. drive me crazy with those things..."

their hands are clever and fit where they need to be and soon enough they’re both rolling their hips and breathing into each other’s mouths as they come.

nancy keeps her hand on robin’s tit, tugging and pinching to keep her squirming in her grasp, rocking her hips needily against robin's hand as she rides out her orgasm. robin gets back at her by slipping 2 fingers into her soaked through panties, sliding into nancy’s wet cunt easily and swallowing the groan she gets in return.

“we need to go,” nancy says as she stretches up to get her mouth to robin’s ear, pussy clenching around the fingers robin is slowly pumping in her. “i need you naked and on my bed immediately.”

when they get back to nancy’s, she gets to see what metal feels like against her tongue. and if she finds a surprise piercing lower down, she’ll taste that one too.

[cryptist-blog1]

The Cryptist

Hm. Where do I begin? I guess I'll start with this one sole fact: I don't fully know what this blog will be about, but I think I know. Perhaps it is just a place to log my thoughts in real time, perhaps I actually have semi-decent cryptocurrency investment insights? Who knows? One thing I know, however, is that despite how much I love cryptocurrency, I'm tired of the things surrounding it. I'm the most tired: I'm tired of poorly-wrought articles on international crypto news sites, I'm tired of YouTubers shilling Ponzi schemes as investment advice, I'm tired of companies spiking in valuation because of dabbling in the Blockchain, but not actually bringing anything to it. I'm tired of the tokenization of bullshit, the blockchainificafion of nothing, and innovations that aren't actually innovative, but just innovations for innovation's sake. I'm as tired of traditional finance heads saying that all cryptocurrency is a scam, as much as I'm tired of the actual scams themselves: I'm tired of PM fanatics like Peter Schiff and Nobel winning economists such as Robert Schiller, Paul Krugman, or Boston University's Mark T. Williams, who have all at some point or another compared cryptocurrency to beanie babies, baseball cards, or tulips. You all deserve a slow clap. I'm tired of projects like Lara With Me, Coince and BitConnect that are actually designed to do nothing more than steal vulnerable people's money, destabilize the marketplace, and give cryptocurrency a bad name. I'm tired of marketwatch's fundamental misunderstanding of what cryptocurrency is, as much as I'm tired of trying to explain the shit to them in the comments sections… and finally, I'm tired of the "Bitcoin at 100k/1m/10m" clickbait-as-shit articles that always magically surface every other month or week on REPUTABLE Bitcoin news sites, and are usually based on a proverbial nut hair of information. Oh yeah, and fuck Jamie Dimon.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm The Cryptist. That's all you need to know. If you are reading this webpage, perhaps you are a cryptist too. If you've never heard the word before, it's simple: it's because I made it up.

The pathology of the word I have made up is relatively simple, the first part, "Crypt" is a play on the word encryption. For about 10 years I have been an entrepreneur, and a self-proclaimed cryptoanarchist and futurist. If you don't know what this means, it means that I believe data should be allowed to be distributed in it's most frictionless, and democratic form, and that the the transmission of this data should, at it's core, be protected by deep encryption. Yes, according to this philosophy, I believe that information should be free for exchange, or that the exchange of value for information should be automated, and at the most minimal impact to the consumer. Furthermore, I believe that the arc of humanity, through technology and innovation, can eventually progress to a society where money becomes inconsequential.

The second half, or the "ist" in Cryptist, is a play on the word enthusiast, but I suppose I should be more specific with respect to what. While I love encryption, I'm ecstatic about cryptocurrency. I'm ecstatic about what it can do for not only markets, but meaningful innovations and the greater world. This time we are in is truly the advent of internet 3.0.

To be a Cryptist, however, you need not be a cryptoanarchist or a futurist, and you cannot merely like cryptocurrency. One must posess pragmatism. It's more than reading feel good articles about what things will be worth, or assessing a hundred technical analysis charts that will tell you a hundred different indicators. Much of cryptocurrency investing, thus, is about internal game. It is about how one identifies value, even when the charts won't say it. It is about how one manages their money and the trading frequency of their portfolios. It's about how aware one is of their emotions during intense price swings. It's about shirking away from a speculative mindset… and it's about loving cryptocurrency. A Cryptist, thus, is a wise cryptocurrency investor. This site, hence, isn't about charts or speculative price structures, but instead, how to evolve into this individual, and the insights that he or she may have about the marketplace.

LET ME BE CLEAR: This isn't meant to be treated as "financial journalism." Choosing to take the information written in this website as financial advice in any form means that you accept the risks associated with investing in general, and are operating entirely of your own volition.

As far as the tone of the site, yes, I'm colloquial, I swear, and I don't care. This blog isn't here to be nice, objective or "professional" despite the fact that day traders are notoriously profane. It's here to weed through the heaps of bullshit that currently occupy what is otherwise an exciting and rapidly developing industry… in turn, I simply hope that I can aid in producing more intelligent investors who know not to be sold by any bubble bursting madness.

So let's talk about the promises I'm willing to make as an author of this kind of information, the expectations that I have, and where do we go from here.

1. I promise that every post will be thoughtful. I feel like this should almost go without saying, but there's a whole lot of filler out there in the wilds these days. I've had a tiny part to do with it on the myriad other blogs I've started in my lifetime. The reality is that when running a blog, the author can feel obligated or forced to constantly keep things updated to appeal to their reader base, or in an attempt to "compete" with larger staffs. While I understand why blogs do that, the purpose of this blog is not for daily info. I can point you to amazing sources if you want any. But what I am saying is I'll put up my thoughts as they come as frequently as they come, but I won't masquerade as a full time journalist. In exchange, I promise that everything I say will be articles of length, and have information and insights that I feel are thoughtful enough to be presented.

2. I promise to NEVER shill a scam.

There are a lot of scams out there in the marketplace, and some of them look very convincing whether they come in the form of ICOs, Ponzi schemes, or joke coins. One thing I will never do is knowingly promote a token or service that I believe could potentially hurt my readers or the general public... Furthermore, I will never knowing promote anything that I think is useless, because that is just as bad too.

3. For every ICO that I do bring to the table, I promise to read the white paper, and provide a comprehensive outlook on potential value proposition. Furthermore, Ill keep my cool about it. Part of the reason why people can't seem to take cryptocurrency seriously is because every headline is concluded with a holy-shit-sized number of exclamation points. I promise to speak my piece, and let you decide on whether or not to get hyped about it. I will try my best to not present anything as get rich quick, and if there are numbers, I'll give you the numbers… from there, you can extrapolate dollars and cents growth potential.

4. I promise to be forthright about any investments that I may be holding with respect to what I'm writing or promoting. While this piece may be legally obligated, there is also just sort of an ethical aspect to all of this. If I'm holding litecoin (and I am), and I write a post that casts a subjectively favorable light on litecoin, keeping that information away from my readers is a very clear conflict of interest.

5. I promise to have fun with it. To be honest, this shit is supposed to be fun. You are supposed to get some good advice out of this potentially, and who knows, maybe even a laugh or two. If you're not having fun, leave. If you want "real financial journalism" pay twelve fucking dollars and read the Wall Street Journal, Subscribe to Bloomberg, or read CoinTelegraph, News BTC, The Merkle, or a bunch of other great blogs for tried and true Bitcoin news... But if you want a smart opinion from a general smart ass, read the cryptist.

What I expect from you is simple: In exchange for my efforts, I ask you for passive compensation. Gordon Gecko, said in the film Wall St., that "the most valuable commodity in the world is information." While this philosophy may fly in the face of cryptoanarchism, the reality is that anarchism is not tenable so long as life exists within the powerful vacuum of a dollars and cents culture. Hence, I believe my method is relatively fair and mutualistic: While I will not run ads on my site, nor will I ask for a subscription, I will use the time that you spend reading opinions pieces from me to mine Monero for as long as you are on my site. I believe that this is the best of both worlds as you do not incur a major upfront cost based on prospective use (and neither do advertisers), and I obtain a tiny exchange of value for the utility I provided by writing the pieces you are currently reading. Feel free to learn about it at Coinhive.

So where do we go from here? Well, you can feel free to look around a bit, or if you are disgusted by my monetization plan, you can leave. However, I'd like for you to stay. Cryptocurrency could benefit from smarter investors with more resolve and a stronger internal game. Furthermore, it could also benefit from someone willing to call bad actors on their shit. I hope to do the same. Perhaps you will be my witness.

Cheers, and thanks for your visit.

-The Cryptist