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She wore so many hats. Her life was always busy and she quickly became adept at adapting. It was a necessity if she were to be the woman she needed to be while also being the one others expected to see. Such was the tug of war within her. Only a lucky,
thingsfromthedirt:
How does one settle the nerves when there is so much internal turmoil? He was so close and yet so very far. She sat there wondering how to bridge that gap, constantly turning over each scenario in her mind, hoping it would just happen. Yet that ache would
She didn’t mean to pick a bad boy. Or maybe she did. She just didn’t think he’d be all that interested in “an older broad” like her. She smiled when she told him that. It was her humility speaking. He may have been quite a bit younger than she
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tryingnottocheat:Is the a/c set to a ridiculously low temperature today at work???? Perhaps. She took advantage of the unusually cold morning to go and say hello to her neighbor. Sure, she knew he would notice. What she didn’t know is what his reaction
That hunger…. Undeniable. Undying. Unavoidable.
edgefind:
etre-aime: It was as if she infected him with the need to kiss her. She was like a magnet to his desires, coaxing a deep needed craving to devour any and every part of her.
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nuvole-elenzuola: It didn’t matter wherever he was, she was there, stalking his desire like the winsome ghost she was. So real. So intense. At times he could almost feel her.
You could see it in her eyes. She felt it in every breath, as if her body were meeting her soul. It was that ache that resided deep within her, buried under the layers she yearned to have stripped. She was capable and strong and life took advantage.
mega-adam-fan-deactivated202003:They needed to kiss. It was as simple as that.
She was an impressionist’s painting in the flesh, an enigma, dazzling the world with her myriad of dynamic colors.
On the other side of the waterfall. Away from prying eyes. Where they could indulge in desires. Feeling the steam of pent up craving. Finally letting loose.
“Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing
historycultureeducation: Future President Gerald Ford with teammate Willis Ward at the University of Michigan in 1934. Ford threatened to quit the team when Ward was benched for a game against Georgia Tech, who at the time refused to play against black
zonaurbanz: He didn’t have to pull her to get her to go to the edge with him. She would follow him there, to feel the thundering punches of the sea’s powerful surf. It fueled her to be filled with such energy. It was that he wanted her to experience
trembaum: She stopped by to drop off the mail she had picked up while he was away. Of course, she made sure his wife and kids were gone. She’d also have to stop by another time with his keys, but she enjoyed having that access to him.
Even an angel has a bit of the devil in her for the right man. Now to tempt him with what simmers beneath her layers. Waiting to be stripped, …discovered, …explored. She could be bold when it was called for.
She skimmed along the fine line of being neighborly and wanting more. It was the way he looked at her that told her what she wanted to hear. Hopefully he could keep a secret. Maybe she would teach him. She was an expert at that.
mega-adam-fan: He would follow her. To water’s edge. Yet was he aware? Of how deep. She needed to go. Swimming with her. More than their clothes. Would get soaked.
thekingoforgasm: She was the neighbor he couldn’t stop thinking about. Yet it all began so innocently. Well, as innocently as it could, progressing slowly while their attraction smoldered into constant desire. He would find ways to talk to her, meeting
ilviaggiatoredeisensi: Il Viaggiatore♞ “The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.”— George Orwell, 1984
Why should they deny themselves this connection they shared? Ignoring it would mean the void would remain unfilled. Theirs was the thread that stitched the empty chasm long ignored by the stresses of mundane realities, healing their needs, feeding their
There wasn’t a lot of space next to him. Just enough for her to sit down, slightly brushing up against him. That was her signal. His cue. Thus they began…
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moonlightmurders:Footage of Bonnie and Clyde’s car following the fatal ambush on May 23, 1934. This amateur footage was taken only 5 minutes after the ambush.
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“I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set.”— Moss Angel The Undying, from Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog
mega-adam-fan: Wrapping her arms around him made her feel safe. It was as if the weight of the world had released its grip, replaced by the heat of his want for her. It finally allowed her to liberate her self-conscious inhibitions, her lungs instead
“… desire rises up in her, she burns the seventy veils, she smells the flower of age, she climbs the three steps, she disappears into the skies, she comes down, I shut myself in with her, her body is a lamp, which lights up forty nights.”—
“The fresh monsters are already breeding in my head.”— Margaret Atwood, “Circe / Mud Poems”
mega-adam-fan-deactivated202003:It was instantaneous, his arousal …for her. Just a thought fluttering about could send him swooning with hunger …for her. Yet it was in her presence that his body shook …for her. His once cool and stead
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“I love your name.I say it again and againin this summer rain.”— Carol Ann Duffy, from ‘Name’, Rapture
sixpenceee:10 years of progress in Boston Dynamics robotics. This progress is … scary good. (Source)
sixpenceee:This is Dr Katie Bouman the computer scientist behind the first ever image of a black-hole. She developed the algorithm that turned telescopic data into the historic photo we see today.
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memes–memes:
daisies-in-thedark: adarasum: She isn’t what you think. In some ways, yes, she is pure and good, but she’s more too. She’s fought it for so long, but what if those cravings are when she feels most real? Those times when it feels most right to
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He knew how to make her surrender complete. Just as she had hoped he would. It was the culmination of weeks and months of furtive glances and flirtatious innuendo, two souls swirling in a decadent storm of need and want.
cute-kitty-girl-stuff-deactivat:For real, bros.
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ir-racjonalizm: my edit
eros-infinite:
latitude33: So foreign and removed she appeared to be from his life, it was foolish of him to even try to imagine it. Forbidden and illicit, it was all that he could think of, a recurring fantasy played over like a broken record. Yet he would still
sub-lili: It might be crazy to think, for those that thought they knew her, what went on in the recesses of her mind. For she wasn’t as innocent as her angelic looks implied. But if you were to look into her eyes, past their emerald enchantment, you
browndresswithwhitedots: André Josselin She smiledthough he couldn’t seeLeading fartherinto the deepThat brush of coolto kiss their feet
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9064: “I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water.”— Jean-Paul Sartre
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hisvintageworld: It’s that high. When the dopamine wakes up. Catching the stare. Igniting their flight. Revel in the feel. Repeat. Always repeat. So addicting.
It was a safe life, but limited and routine. Thoughts of escape, to pick up and go, were always refreshing to the mind. Desire fostered fairy-tales of the adult kind yearning to be experienced, to be explored, to be freed…
How often he would dream of this. Those first pangs of ache began the moment he saw her, only to grow stronger with each day. How she danced in his head. Subtle things, like the way she would bow her head so that her hair would hang down before sending
