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daniswritings:

Dreaming of you…

Feeling your touch on my skin…

Your hot breath in my ear…

Seeing the lust in your eyes… 

Tasting your sweet kisses…

If only…

it weren’t a dream.

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danisplayground:

His Hands 

So commanding and strong

~ they make her feel so small and fragile

Filled with such teasing and pleasing

~ they hold the secret to her pleasure and pain

So comforting and sweet, 

~ they reassure and remind her she is loved

His hands… 

~they are there for her in all ways….  

Always.

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femmesandfamily:

heffalumpglitz:

how do you do such magical things to your lips i want i don’t understand

i stared at this far too long

super easy to do this  the red lips has the color a super sticky gloss and lips  sprinkled with sugar  the gold lips is ediable gold leaf with clear gloss and the rine stones you can buy nearly anywhere and press on with sticky gloss and the pink lips is color and  gold leaf painted on  i love doing make up and recreating things i find  ive done the lip thing many times

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bad-dominicana:

you want reverse racism?

k

lemme shove you out all the positions of power

deny you access to all your basic needs

quarter, skin, hang, burn, villify and enslave you

en masse

degrade every last physical trait and your existence

and take credit for anything youve ever done well

for several hundreds years at that

and then

we can talk about how

“reverse racist” i am

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Title: What Would I Do to You Artist: Archangel Skytower 5,763 plays

kneeling-for-master:

archangelskytower:

My voice and my words.

Let’s play a new game.

Let’s play, “What Would I Do to You.”

I would bring you to an empty room bathed in warm sunlight.

I would place you atop a small dais at the center of the room.

I would strip you, peeling away your clothing, piece by piece until you stood bare before me.

I would tie your wrists together and raise them over your head.

I would spread and restrain your silken thighs and slender ankles wide apart, with only the soft pads of your delicate feet able to touch the floor.

And then…

I would proceed to tease and torment and excite every lovely feminine curve, every sweet sensitive spot, every tiny nook and cranny of your exquisite body while ignoring your pleas to make you cum.

Until…

I would finally bring you over the edge.

And then…

I would do it all over again.

And again.

And again.

And again…

She is lucky, being allowed to cum. I’d just bring you to the edge, and let you back down. Again, and again, until you begged.

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