(Source: funnyandsexy)
the machine
My Desires are killing me.
My Desires are killing me.
Van Gogh Sleeve
and she is more beautiful inside , believe it or not.
(Source: dancetomybeat)
I sit here saddened by someone else’s sadness.
I can’t hug.
I can’t hold.
I cannot offer that someone to be there, physically.
I can only offer my sympathies and the fact that her pain is on my mind.
The only comfort I can offer is that I am aware of your pain.
I know you are sad.
I wish I could offer more.
I am here for you by chat or by phone.
He was always such a tease… just barely licking the lips of her pussy, nibbling the sensitive spots on her thighs, breathing warmly against her clit…. but never quite touching it hard enough to satisfy her. He made her want and need even the smallest of touches, desperately. Sometimes, he made her wish she could throw off her naturally aggressive demeanor, to give in to the long slow build so she could beg for more.
Today wasn’t one of those times. She leaned forward, dug her heels into her lower back and squeezed her thighs tight around him. Fucking hell baby, make me cum, now.
Pleasure from pleasure :)
HERE! HERE! (though I have no complaints … you know who you are ;)
Dear Everyone who Eats Pussy,
Please, please, please do it like you love it! The single biggest reason I hated my pussy for years was the hesitation and unwillingness of my partners to eat me out, which I read as disgust. When I finally had sex with someone who loved the way I looked, smelled…
I hate the fact that I HAVE enthusiasm but no one willing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!