she sat him down at what she judged to be the most isolated table in the restaurant and then seated herself across from him took off her shoes and did what she always did when they shared the same table placed her feet into his lap and began to work around the belt and the… Leer más thrill of the wrong place by Bogdan Dragos
«Is having a few sextapes here and there enough to lose custody of my kids?» she asked. «I do porn. So what? It’s just another job.» «No,» he said. «They took your kids because they were in the back seat of the car while you were giving head to a guy in front. You can… Leer más Does it ever get better? by Bogdan Dragos
by mikesteeden Berlin, oh my Berlinin those years between two warsyou were coarse, of course, you knew ita reprobate behind closed doors decadence’s dream unfetteredyour nightclubs lewd and crudeWeimar culture babes ‘a dancing’most times in the naughty naked nude transvestites, candelabra’ssmall dark venues, dimly litcabaret within a smoky hazesuch a perfect fit The Blue Angel,… Leer más FRESH FLESH & CHILLED CHABLIS
By mikesteeden blog Link In a particle of time before infinity went viral: Imagine if you can, a yesterday, a today, a tomorrow, all unable to boast of unambiguous powers of retention or, perhaps, frivolous sex lacking a diarised recall, maybe a backpacker’s wet dream short of heavenly remembrance, then again, perhaps conceivably priceless drugs… Leer más THE GENESIS OF CONSCIOUSNESS – LADY FREYA HELLA’S ACCOUNT
Picture taken from Pinterest Your warm tongue caressing the folds of my groin, while your eyes sway on the pleasure of your taste buds. The alkaline taste mixed with the copper you were talking about… Your saliva feels powerfully wet, crackling in the silence corrupted by your infectious moan. mmm…! The smell of your breath… Leer más Gustatory… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest Feel Little path of roses, center of the world … Highway, privilege of earthly goddesses. Powerful women. spliced theater, imaginary of virgin gentlemen… Cool in summer. Winter fire. Red point of mine once again. Floral cobblestone landscape: black, purple, green and… almost sky blue… *** Visit the author’s blog at: https://erosenguardia.wordpress.com/
Picture taken from Pinterest. Title: Golden Rain. Author: Anna Bezlubaya Burning chest … Upright they receive the manna that falls from heaven. Keeping their watch expectant. Tits… drunk and swimming in consecrate wine; looking straight ahead. Massive destruction weapons. Free, feminine, independent. Synonymous of life and vanity. Course of lust and debauchery. Honey, vinegar and… Leer más Forward… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest: «Kink Hug» by Samarel Cascades of emotions furrow the contour of your figure; throbbing all the way to my back, splitting the channel of lust. Iron and leather chest scented with vanilla… Effervescence and defiance. Kisses well given, punishment and reward… Red point. Beginning of the long-awaited death. furtive sex with… Leer más Waist… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest Embracing your presence, absorbing the life that you give to me … Holding tight to the sweet turbulence of your laugh. Thinking loud, focus on myself, stuck between your fire. Divine vulva… Guide me to the center of pleasure… Resurrect me with the fiery red of your art, that is also… Leer más Vulvagination… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest After closing the drawer, he climbs totally naked under bed sheets, holding the photograph in his left hand. His right hand wraps his penis in subtle up and down movements, and his eyes are fixed on the image of Lola. The moan begins to become strident as he babbles phrases of… Leer más The image of Lola… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest Like a spider weaving, sitting in the shadows waiting for its «prey.» She is patient, knowing that rushing in things of love is not good. She is used to deal with feelings. Spring has come into her life once again, every year around this time the same thing happens. April condenses… Leer más The mantis waits… by Quinny Martínez
Onfire That night he gave off a sweet smell of cotton candy. His hands tasted like caramel and his voice, deep and masculine as ever, felt like a garden of Eden in which God had regained confidence in humanity. He was a miracle. A Halley’s Comet that passes only every 70 years. Northern lights in… Leer más Body visibility (synesthesia) by Mbaterry
Picture taken from Pinterest Trembles barely approaching her; he has never been able to contain the nerves that shake him like a maraca when he is in her presence. Her tiny waist makes his eyes jump from one side to the other, turning his libido on. The swaying of hers carries his head from side… Leer más Anxiety… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest ¿Do you realize? All about you… All about me… A great mined field. Nervous endings in the search of enjoyment. Hidden pleasures standing by, waiting for your hands. You are art… Find your red dot and stop making excuses. Explore the hidden pleasure under your skin. Shake. Smells. Feel. Lives. Know… Leer más EXplore… by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest Come closer, my bare chest awaits you. Come closer to my face, my bloody mouth awaits you. Bring your hands to the fire that converted into sweat, rushed down the path of my belly. Drink from my navel like fire in August. smells… It smells like the vapors just rising from… Leer más August fire by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest *** The air has exploded, everyone was copulating in unison; the sounds elevated the senses, the souls ooze through the skin, the ground trembles, it smells of sex, it smells of lust, it smells of desire and, from the part of the box where I was, it was impossible not to… Leer más Lustful battle by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest *** That music that emerges from forgotten corners when they make love, the smell of his semen that stays as long as her weak will, that sound that perches above their heads… The creaking of the old stone beaten down by does anxious bodies, exacerbating the sweetness of the incessant clamor… Leer más Anther by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest *** Love as they have known it has come to an end, it only remains to get drunk with the scent that strides aloud on the leftovers of their orphaned sexes with passion. They turn their backs like shady creatures, ashamed of themselves, wallowing in the sad reality that plunged them… Leer más Love ends by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest. Original by Cecil Buller «Kneeling, from Song of Solomon» (1929) *** I don’t want to stop kissing you, I don’t want to stop being us at eleven at night, I don’t want to stop feeling that you bring me back from death with the breath of your touch. I don’t want… Leer más I don’t know what love is by Quinny Martínez
Picture taken from Pinterest *** Engaged in her role as a good lover’s apprentice, she undid his belt with some difficulty, but without nervousness. She began to surprise, but the man allowed her to flow, to be herself, without worries. Determined to touch his limb, which was beginning to awaken erect and burning, she unzipped… Leer más Casquivana by Quinny Martínez
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