thebigblackwolfe:

sapphrikah:

searchingforsafespaces:

livingsingle-tv:

i live for Max.

Best written character of all time. All. Time.

MY GODDESS

ktempest:

Models have to have dead face when they walk the runway. Gina Torres is smiling like she is the most bestest ever in that dress (and she is)

herdirtylittleheart:

2. 

I realised, as I walked into Rumi’s kitchen and took off my dress, that I spent too much time in my early twenties looking at my sexuality as something I needed to define and pin down. Like the key was to figure out the exact combination of words and labels to describe my sexual preference and proclivities, then I could own it and celebrate it and answer everyone’s questions neatly and I would be complete.

What I’ve learned is that it’s a journey, and it’s not about defining it, it’s about experiencing it… my sexuality, it’s nuanced and versatile and so is yours. As I change and grow as a person I crave different things, I have new curiosities, new desires. Different things push my buttons, my fantasies change as I experience more of the world and learn more about myself.

All this to say that as I stood between them in my lingerie while their cocks throbbed in their jeans I wasn’t hung up on any of it. I savoured every minute, I owned every second of pleasure. I felt powerful on my knees in between them, teasing them so slowly with my tongue, making them patiently wait their turn while I gave the other what he wanted. 

There was no shame in the way I worshipped their cocks, or the way I let them use me afterwards. Just pure unadulterated joy. 

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