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She was terribly selfish when it came to pleasure. She only wanted to feel fingers and mouths upon her own needy body and rarely took the incentive to return the favor. The way she saw it with other men, just letting them have her in such a way was doing them a favor. 

But not with him, he won’t stand for that sort of selfishness. He’ll stop touching her all together, stop playing her body the way he does so well. And, when she’s finally so frustrated by the inability of her own fingers to mimic the feeling of someone else’s hands, she’ll come to him. He’ll present her with two options: be a good girl and give him her mouth or simply just go without. 

mercurycitymeltdown:

Sitting down is not going to help you, brat.

Now stand up, touch your toes and learn your lesson.

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She’s not completely sure why he makes her so bashful, but she kind of likes that.

whiskeygypsy:

january 2011 – me

©2011 adam moon

 http://moontang.tumblr.com/

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Try as she may, she simply could not recreate the fun she had at Camp Climax. Oh, how she missed it so. He was kind enough to try to help her, but she was kind enough not to tell him that she knew exactly what was missing. 

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“You were the one. You were the only one. And you were amazing.”

This movie gets me from zero to bawling in no time at all. I don’t care if the editing is awful. I don’t care if the interspersed interviews are cheesy (the movie could so do without them). Call me corny, but I’ll stand by Gia and defend it to the bitter end.

letstalksaboutsex:

Such a great movie

Such great tits

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Dear Followers,

I seem to have picked up quite a few of you lately. Welcome aboard. I haven’t gotten around to saying hello to all of you because I’m still working abroad, but this lack of communication could be broken. 

I’m currently lounging around, waiting for the call to go get drinks with my coworkers. I’d like to get to know you in the meantime. Drop me an ask and say hi. Tell me something about yourself. Tell me something about your day. Tell me something.

So, followers old and new, keep me amused. (No, it doesn’t need to be under the sex or violence category. The whatever works well enough for me). Don’t be shy.

<3, Ivy

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Pictures like this make me hate myself for disliking honey. Seriously. 

How sexy is this? A ton. And how much can I do in this situation? Not much. I’d try to lean in and lick it off and I’d probably just wind up making a face and doing that little clicky-tongue thing people do when they can’t handle how sweet something is. 

But, ugh, those breasts, those lips, the imagery of the honey all over her like that. It’s almost too much to handle.

mtlamoureuse:

We’ll just pretend it’s maple syrup. On vanilla skin.

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This. And every time I talk about sex with women/think about having sex with women/think about women, I feel like I am a thirteen-year-old boy. I like boobies way too much.

lovexmonica:

Every time I describe my sexual encounter with a girl, I feel like I am describing a thirteen-year-old boy’s porno fantasy. 

It’s awkward.