Um, Dacry?
bed
“I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t,” F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.
Oh my gosh this caption is just the cutest thing to ever happen to tumblr.
Daddy and piglet. Foreva. Foreva-eva. Foreva-eva.
Choosing can be hard.
Good thing they’re there to do it for her.
“You can put your coats right through there on the bed. Just so they’re out of the way.”
“And that was all the part of it – the way you were obliged to live. You stifled a groan, you lied about your love, you deceived your legal wife, and all in the name of honour. That was the damned paradox of it – in order to behave well, you have to behave badly,“ Julian Barnes, Arthur and George
I want you to eat me like this. Clothes still on, middle of the day, long and slow. I don’t want to be crying out this time. Or bucking. Or cursing. I don’t want to be grabbing your hair and pulling you closer. I don’t want to make my need as obvious as I usually do.
I just want this. Slow. Gentle. Soft moaning. Hips lightly shaking. Eyes open. Lips parted.
For all the words I call myself, for all the wild fantasies I have, for all the times I grit my teeth and grind against you, sometimes I just need this. Sometimes this is all it takes.
(via sailingonthesea)
She hosts these sorts of events all the time. They start with a sort of stuffy formality: suits, ties, non-offensive small talk. But that point in the evening where the ties get loosened? They get tightened back up on her.
Need.