All Too Fondly (alltoofondly.tumblr.com)
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Aware of self reproach and sadness sleep envelopes her. Sorrow comes in the quiet dark. Offer your sorrow to the spring night, she tells herself. Half asleep, fog and mist, crying aloud in the dream. More ghosts, more to come, rising like grey death at
eroticimages: I watch .. as you deftly extinguish the light .. My eyes delighting in that perfect ‘O’ that your lips form .. in doing so aware .. as are you that you will glisten .. and glow both painted and warmed .. in the darkness that slowly
eroticimages: feel the touch .. of My soft fingers as they gently wrap around your neckflesh .. I know that darkness is .. surging thru you for I can feel it .. each time your heart beats it is almost as if .. it pumps thru My body as well for as My
My image of you
I've been waiting all winter
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bansheechild: At Rest in the Dark Wood Kay Nielsen Illustration from East of the Sun West of the Moon “She came to rest at a green place in the dark woods” My sanctuary, where I understand myself
billyjane: Etude de nu. Jeune Femme Aux Vanités, c 1930 by John Everard *** from Verdeau
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mmm, horse hair
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Fiendishly waiting for you.
Real women know how to position themselves seductively at all times.
Conjuring memories of you
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My, what big teeth you have
How I show my love...
“Oh! Death will find me long before I tire of watching you” -Rupert Brooke
You have no sympathy for me Master. Last night I begged for your mercy but your dominance dismissed my pleas. The flick of your whip over my sore worked muscles, across my sun burnt skin. My back is twisted and sore from being suspended. Every part of
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lustinfound: attention. “Feel it, I won’t release you” he says.
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Peace, above all things, is to be desired, but blood must sometimes be spilled to obtain it on equable and lasting terms.- Andrew Jackson
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lustinfound: possession at any lengths. i-will-call-you-sir:
“Here we are again I feel the chemicals kicking in.. It’s getting heavy… Say goodbye to my heart tonight”
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Just close your eyes The sun will always rise …Lovely lullaby
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geekypornygirl: Erobath ≡ Photographer ©Freshphoto Watch me while I bath myself just for you and your generous tongue
“I can see I won’t spare the rod with you” he says
teachersdirtypet: “You should always feel beautiful. As My pet, you should always feel desired. And as a woman, you should always feel wanted.” “Chin up, My dear,” He said. “I want to look at you.”
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pulmonaire: A Little Help For Me by Eduardo Fonseca
I miss my friend Always making each other laugh and exploring the world…when it was new I miss your hands in my hair, moving a pin in place. My hair was never as neat as yours. I miss you gentle eyes and the love you had for me. Your smile. Our trials
When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. -Mary Oliver
Oh, to feel those ropes slowly entangling my body. To feel your presence moving around me, manipulating my body. To hear your groan of pleasure as you step back and admire your work of art.
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sweetopium: araki
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