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nsfw  sideblog  to  @solesoldier  .  MUST  BE  mutuals  on  main  to  write  and 21+  TO  FOLLOW  . . .

this blog will NOT contain any instances of : n.oncon, d.ubcon, or i.ncest

this blog MAY contain : photos of bruises, blood and mentions of exophilia

nsfw images and threads will still be tagged out of courtesy 

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Anarchy’s Sexy Stuff Meme Repost, don’t reblog.  blank meme: here (Please do not remove the credit)

Bold for yes Italic for maybe Strike if absolutely not.

General

heterosexual. bisexual. homosexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual.

enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with nonbinary persons. 

enjoys sex with one partner. enjoys sex with two partners. enjoys sex with multiple partners.

prefers experienced partners. prefers moderately experienced partners. prefers inexperienced partners.

one night stands. friends with benefits. serious relationships.

 private locations. public locations. unconventional locations. nature oriented locations. elaborate: shepard's spent her life living in very non private places and so is flexible to making things work but preferably prefers some privacy without interruption. she is pretty good at finding places on a ship to get the job done. she's had a long span of one night stands and very brief encounters, you gotta break down the emotional barriers to get to a relationship.

The Light Stuff

submissive. dominant. switch. 

top. bottom. power bottom. soft top. switch. service top. service bottom.

initiates. does not initiate. 

no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual. 

likes to kiss. be kissed. make out. be made out with.

vaginal sex. anal sex. oral sex. intercrural sex.

 clothed sex. partially clothed sex. naked sex. lingerie/kink specific clothing.

extra notes: there's nothing she loves more than a person who can make her switch, she's naturally so dominating that she loves anyone who can challenge her

The Medium Stuff

general: having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. using a plug. using a plug on partner. being worshipped. worshipping. having their hair pulled. pulling hair. wax play. power exchange. sensation play. 

touch: handjobs. fingering. mutual masturbation. likes to be spanked. likes to spank. scratching. being scratched. bruising. being bruised.

oral: cunnilingus. fellatio. anilingus. likes to bite (to the point of bruising). likes to be bitten (to the point of bruising).

sounds: silent. grows in volume. loud. fakes/exaggerates. swears. calls partner’s name. bites to muffle themselves. prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud partner. prefers dirty talk. give praise.  receive praise. being teased. teasing. likes to be humiliated/degraded. likes to humiliate/degrade. calling partner daddy/mommy. being called daddy/mommy.

sight: likes to be watched. likes to watch. third party witness. being blindfolded. blindfolding.

binding: likes to be held down. likes to hold down. likes to be tied up. likes to tie up. wear a collar. make their partner wear a collar. wear a leash. make their partner wear a leash. 

toys (make a list): she's got great strap game, though depending on the situation, don't know that she actually keeps one handy

extra notes: she is incredibly skilled at keeping quiet from, again, spending her life in not well secluded places. you have to work very hard to get her to be genuinely vocal. she doesn't have a preference for volume, just whatever the situation calls for. dirty talk tends to be a turn off but that can vary.

The Heavy Stuff

general: pet play. discipline. forced to orgasm. force an orgasm. being gagged. gagging. being pegged. pegging. sensory deprivation. double penetration.

touch: being fisted. fisting. being marked. marking. knife play. gun play. blood play.

oral: likes to deepthroat. likes to be deepthroated. likes to be facefucked. likes to facefuck. likes to bite (to the point of bleeding). likes to be bitten (to the point of bleeding). likes to eat partner’s cum. likes to have their cum eaten. likes to eat cum out of an orifice. likes to have cum eaten out of an orifice. likes to be spit on/in. likes to spit on/in partner.

sound: crying. making partner cry. screaming. making partner scream.

breath: likes to be choked. likes to choke. likes to be smothered. likes to smother.

sight: being broadcasted. broadcasting.

binding: likes to be tightly bound. likes to tightly bind. likes to be clamped. likes to clamp. would wear a chasity belt. likes their partner wearing a chasity belt.

extra notes: choking is entirely verse dependent; considering she died of asphyxiation, it can be extremely triggering if it's post lazarus project, but it is/was something she actually liked. knife play is totally fine but guns are off the table. will say that post lazarus project she is twice as durable as she was before (you couldn't break a bone if you tried). she does enjoy rough sex but that's not what she's looking for in a relationship and tends to mellow out with long-term partners.

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JANE SHEPARD: 🔵 GRAB YOUR MUSE HARD ENOUGH TO LEAVE A BRUISE. hannibal had to admit, he enjoyed getting under agent shepard's skin. it was easy enough for him to do so. their personalities clashed, for a start. he thought she was rude, a bit crass. she enjoyed questioning authority, she was hotheaded. she didn't work well with others. these were all things hannibal had used to his advantage, causing her grief or irritation, all the while staying poised, even when she decided to retort. when she found his home, banged loudly on his front door, charged in as soon as hannibal opened it, he couldn't help but admire her rage. pacing through the living room, calling him pretentious, and other things hannibal wouldn't repeat.

giving her a moment to release this frustration, hannibal finished rolling up his sleeves from when he was working in the kitchen, striding toward jane and swiftly taking her wrists in his hands, pushing her back toward the nearest wall. arms are held above her head, fingers digging into the flesh of her forearms, sure to leave fingerprints in dark purple there. eyes meet hers, alight with amusement, and something nearly malicious. 'it is impolite to invite oneself into someone else's home, agent shepard,' doctor lecter never breaks eye contact from hers, nor does he release her, even as he takes another step toward her. 'i do not tolerate rudeness. so - what is to be done about yours?' @commandrd.

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BURNING THE MIDNIGHT OIL rarely led to good decisions; the combination of dead ends and the day's conversations were a cocktail of frustration that she couldn't keep down. Shepard knew perfectly well when she was being toyed with, but it was the enjoyment of it that set her off. Granted, Dr. Lecter just happened to be the perfect target. Up until now their back and forths had been shaded by necessary professionalism, always in the company of others, but now? The steeled glare which met him at the door suggested little decorum. The accusations she slings at him do not matter, she can't even remember them by the time they've left her lips. No, this is about the tension which she refused to let go unacknowledged now.

She can see that he's biding his time, can see it in his eyes, and the words keep pouring from her mouth as though she's digging the hole deeper and deeper; and that's when the reality of the situation sets in. He cuts an imposing figure, certainly so as he steps towards her, more so as he moves her against the wall. She could've saw this coming, could have stepped out of the way could have never stepped foot inside in the first place but here she was. Her heart catches nearly in her throat for a beat, whether it's out of fear or excitement she can't distinguish, but her eyes narrow as she stands her ground. ❝ As if you couldn't have kept me out, ❞ she retorts, leaning her weight forward, testing his grip before wearing her own smile in response. Far less malevolent, but one that revels in destruction all the same. ❝ As if you don't already know. ❞

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[privatevideo]

when freckled covered skin come into view, finley immediately feels the urge to touch. arms, shoulders, collarbones. they've brushed hands plenty of times to know how soft her skin was, but to feel the curve of her neck and the dip of her waist... when the entirety of her torso has been taken in, his eyes finally move back up to her, grinning a bit when he catches jane looking at his lips. passing looks and casual teasing had given finley some thoughts that he had, ultimately, pushed further down into his chest, hoping they would stay there. long nights and daunting travels together could make two people feel things they possibly don't actually feel ( that's the lie fin told himself, often ). now shepard's fingers were working down along the buttons of his shirt, and finley had to once again question if there was anything between them. 'oh, i intend to,' he murmurs back, hint of panic inching through him, knowing as soon as she finished with the last button, she'd see the three large, white scars reaching from his left shoulder to his right hip. but he trusted her ; he focused on her eyes, stare flicking down to her lips and back again. 'i'm completely in your debt, actually. you tell me what you want...' once they were even - once his own shirt fell to the floor and they stood in front of each other, nearly chest to chest - finley tentatively moved his hands to her hips, feeling the wet fabric of her pants beneath his palm, and wanting to remove those, too. 'and i'll make sure you get it,'

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A BROW ARCHES, smirk along with it at his assertion. She doesn't shift her focus away from undoing the buttons however, treating it with the utmost dedication as she would any of her work. Lips press a hard line as she takes in the full view of some creature's handiwork upon him —— glimpses of which she has seen before, but which still remain a mystery. Even under his confident words, warm against her skin, she still feels him tense, fingers ghosting along the edges, upwards until she drapes her arms over his shoulders and shifts her attention back to him. She leverages this move to press herself fully against him, standing tip - toed just to close the distance between them. ❝ You don't owe me anything, ❞ she reassures, a hand weaving into his hair as she traces her lips across his cheeks and to the corner of his mouth, only pulling away to look at him eye level for the first time as she leans into him. There is a sincerity in her gaze that follows the silence; if they're going to do this, she wants there to be no sense of obligation. Nothing owed, nothing expected, just simply because they want to. She can't make up her mind if this changes nothing or if this changes everything. All she knows is that through all her rationale and reason, this makes sense. ❝ I hope you know that. ❞ She speaks as though he's able to intuit all of that conveyed through one look; and she knows he can. And in knowing that, she presses her lips to his, kissing him as fully and deeply as anyone ever could.

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JANE SHEPARD: SHELTER. RUSHING THROUGH THE RAIN TOGETHER TO FIND SHELTER, THE SENDER AND RECEIVER, BOTH DRENCHED TO THE SKIN IN THE DOWNPOUR, FIND THEMSELVES GETTING FRISKY IN THE SHELTER OF A SHITTY MOTEL ROOM. there was something eye opening about being drenched in cold rain. icy droplets awakened the senses, even as the two agents ran down the street, having abandoned the car who's engine decided to give up on them, just like everyone else had. fin wasn't one to complain about the weather ( there were plenty of other things to complain about ), but by the time they had reached the door of their motel room, finely was ready to curse nature itself. he didn't get that far. in the dim lights of the room, fin begins taking off his coat, only to catch jane doing the same. he can admit that his eyes wander along her torso, the way her button up shirt clings to her breasts and waist. there's a moment when fin simply stands there, staring, but once he's caught, he feels as if he does what any sane man would do. he walks over to his partner, reaching out large hands to begin to undress jane, uncaging her chest from the uncomfortable dampness of her shirt. beneath, the skin glistens with the same rainwater that drenches them both, and fin brushes a thumb against the wet, glancing up at jane after he does so. 'thought you might need some help,' are his only words, as a hopeful gleam settles into his eyes. @solesoldier.

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SHE'S GENUINELY NOT SURPRISED by the turn of events, the weather and the car breaking down feel like a portion of a long list of things that might as well happen. She huddles under the paltry cover the overhang offers as he fiddles with the keys and finally opens the door; and the cold of the room hits her like a tonne of bricks as soon as she steps inside. Shirking her shoes and coat, thoughts of a hot shower and dry sheets flood her mind as a hand wrings out her hair thoughtlessly onto the floor. And that's when she catches him staring, both hands still clasped around red locks as he moves towards her. Hands lower, gaze along with them, watching as he undoes each button until piece by piece her freckled form is revealed: shoulders, chest, stomach, until the shirt falls to the floor. Here she already finds what she was looking for —— warmth in the look in his eyes, softness in his voice —— and she smiles up at him before her own gaze eventually drifts again. First to his lips, her own hands moving to untuck his shirt. ❝ Well we are a team. ❞ Then to his tie, her next objective as she speaks once more. ❝ It's the least you could do after getting me into this mess. ❞ The tie falls between their feet and her hands move onto his shirt, feeling the effort of catching up to her own state of undress but reveling in the slowness of the moment. ❝ I'm expecting you to make it up to me. ❞

[redhairbonanza]

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Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE (2021) - Episode 5 - In the Middle of the Night, in a Dark House, Somewhere in the World

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Naughty Little Meme

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex? 👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind? 💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss? 😈-Favorite sex position? 👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom? 🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called? 👄-Do they swallow? 👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom? 💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in? 🌶-Most sensitive place on their body? 👑-Daddy kink, yes or no? 💍-Ever had an affair? 🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex? 🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

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SEXUAL  PREFERENCES.                   BOLD    :    always  applies.          ITALIC    :    sometimes  applies.          STRIKE    :    never  applies  /  hard  limit.

INCLINATIONS  /  HABITS    :    is  submissive.    is  dominant.    prefers  to  top.    prefers  to  bottom.    likes  to  switch.    identifies  as  heterosexual.    identifies  as  homosexual.    identifies  as  bisexual.    identifies  as  pansexual.    identifies  as  demisexual.    identifies  as  asexual.    enjoys  sex  with  men.    enjoys  sex  with  women.    enjoys  sex  with  aliens.    enjoys  sex  with  androids.    enjoys  sex  with  monsters.    enjoys  sex  with  any  sex  /  gender.    enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  once.    initiates.    waits  for  partner  to  initiate.    spits.    swallows.    prefers  sex  in  the  morning.    prefers  sex  at  night.    will  have  sex  anytime.    no  sex  drive.    low  sex  drive.    average  sex  drive.    high  sex  drive.    hypersexual.    fluctuating  sex  drive.

BODY  /  APPEARANCE   :    small  build.    medium  build.    athletic  build.    muscular  build.    curvy  build.    voluptuous  build.    wears  boxers.    wears  briefs.    wears  boxer  briefs.    wears  lingerie.    goes  ‘  commando  ’.    shaves  /  waxes.    manscapes.    doesn’t  shave  /  wax.    cup  size  a  –  c.    cup  size  d  –  f.    1  –  5”  in  length.   (   flaccid   )    6  –  9”  in  length.   (   erect   )  10”  or  over  in  length.

SOUNDS    :    is  silent  /  makes  little  to  no  sounds.    is  very  quiet.    is  very  loud.    grows  in  volume  over  time.    bites  hand  /  partner  /  pillow  to  muffle  themselves.    calls  out  partner’s  name.    curses.    growls.    fakes  /  exaggerates.    prefers  a  quiet  partner.    prefers  a  loud  /  appropriately  vocal  partner.    prefers  a  responsive  partner.    no  preference  towards  partner’s  volume.    is  turned  on  by  dirty  talk.    is  turned  off  by  dirty  talk.

TURN  ONS  /  KINKS    :    having  their  hands  pinned.    pinning  their  partner’s  hands.    having  their  hair  pulled.    pulling  their  partner’s  hair.    being  watched  (  by  their  partner  ).    being  watched  (  by  a  third  party  ).    watching  their  partner.    receiving  oral.    giving  oral.    calling  their  partner  ‘  daddy  /  mommy  ’.    being  called  ‘  daddy  /  mommy  ’.    calling  their  partner  ‘  master  /  mistress  ’.    being  called  ‘  master  /  mistress  ’.    giving  praise.    receiving  praise.    biting  /  marking.    being  bitten  /  marked.    spanking.    being  spanked.    teasing.    being  teased.    having  toys  used  on  them.    using  toys  on  their  partner.    giving  anal.    receiving  anal.    choking.    being  choked.    eye  contact.    dirty  talk.    being  tied  up.    tying  their  partner  up.    being  worshiped.    worshiping  their  partner.    humiliating.    being  humiliated.    degrading.    being  degraded.    being  pegged.    pegging  their  partner.    being  edged.    edging.    age  gap.    anonymous  sex.    blood  play.    breeding.    chastity  devices.    clothed  /  partially  clothed.    condoms.    deep - throating.    gun  play.    intercrural  sex.    knife  play.    lingerie.    nipple  play.    orgasm  denial.    overstimulation.    pregnancy.    prostate  milking.    public  sex.    rimming.    roleplay.    sadism  /  masochism.    size  difference.    somnophilia.    squirting.

PLACES    :    airplane.    alleyway.    bath.    beach.    bedroom.    boat.    bus.    car.    cathedral  /  church.    cemetery.    closet.    concert.    dressing  room.    elevator.    empty  or  abandoned  building.    field.    forest.    gym.    home  bathroom.    hospital.    kitchen.    library.    movie  theatre.    museum.    ocean.    parking  lot.    planetarium.    pool.    public  bathroom.    rooftop.    school.    sex  club.    shower.    tent.    terrace.    train.    workplace.    balcony.

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[lizzyisameme]

literary sexts vol. 1 poetry meme

Literary Sexts is a modern day anthology of short love poems with subtle erotic undertones edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. Hovering around 50 contributors & 124 poems, this book reads is like one long & very intense conversation between two lovers. It’s absolutely breathtaking. These are poems that you would text to your lover. Poems that you would slip into a back pocket, suitcase, wallet or purse on the sly. Poems that you would write on slips of paper & stick under your crush’s windshield wiper. Poems that you would write on a Post-it note & leave on the bathroom mirror. Treat yourself, a crush or a lover with this lush gift!

source and amazon buy link.  

I will be providing select short, sometimes edited, poems for a texting/”sexting” meme, but not the whole book itself.  If you enjoy the poems provided, please support the collection whether it’s the first volume or the second.   Or look into the works of the various contributors and see if anything else they’ve written is to your liking!  

Feel free to add to and/or edit these sentences to better suit your needs—but remember, many of these work best in the context of texts and/or love notes instead of spoken dialogue.    —Lizzy.  

Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.

My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.

I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places I haven’t visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth.

Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.

You take apart my heart in pieces with your mouth, but the splash of your tongue against mine feeds it back to me. It tastes sweeter coming from you.

You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.

You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.

My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest.

Being small things, we understand this as our humble attempt at thunder, at setting the world to shake.

Delicate work. Like peeling kiwis. My tongue across your skin. Mellow flesh against my lips. Your taste always in my mouth.

How a storms needs to feel the earth how the earth wakes to the pelt of rain how the ground is quenched is how I need you… 

My hands were glaciers I never dared to move freely, my fingers icicles. Your touch thawed me to excavation. I want to dig into your warmth.

Kiss me like white bread, stick to my teeth even after the whiskey. I want memories of your mouth lodged beneath my tongue to wake me at two in the morning, hungry.

I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.

Your hands peeling that onion, thumbs and forefingers pulling skin from skin—they are sacred. Let me kiss them. Let them bless my sinning chest, let them peel my lips apart.

I don’t want to be your harmonies anymore; I want to be the melody you scream when your heart is starving for love. I want to satisfy your hunger.

Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.

You, darling, are Vesuvius. I won’t see you coming. Erupt. Wreck me. Leave me ashes leave me Pompeii, leave me outlined into your history forever.

It’s not so much that I want to kiss you. I want to relearn vocabulary words from the shape of your mouth. All my poems are yours first.

Kiss me blossoms in the summer, lover. I want to taste the succulent sweet of your peach tree smile. This time let Adam take the fruit from the garden.

Surge into me as a downpour, as the pounding waterfall which makes swollen rivers flood, as the sea.

The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.

Even my lungs are in love as we breathe together.

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blooms and spreads.

You are an undiscovered continent. I trail my fingers down your mountainsides. Ten explorers digging for buried treasure, I want to take it all.

My body is a gospel and you are my first quivering hallelujah. Your breath leaves your mouth like a prayer and washes over me like faith.

My hands are hungry for your flesh, desperate in the way that rivers empty themselves over waterfalls.

I peel back your skin to see if we have the same scars. I follow the map of your veins back to your heart and press my palm against yours to tangle our lifelines.

I hope to breathe in you. I hope my body will be the blood your roots drink.

We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible. Pant each other’s names until they sound like scripture.

My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

You, benevolent god, legs splayed like instruments of creation. I, blank slate of the universe, kneel in wait for you to fill me with your hot, honeyed light.

My hands are suntanned tourists without a map whose desire compels them onward to explore your golden cities by the light of the stars.

The moment between your thighs where I become a devout follower of your existence. That hour which passes in slow seconds of soft skin, as I lay my head against you, drifting, drowsy with love.

Your grin is a flash of primal fire in the dark. Somewhere deep inside me, something hungry wakens and shifts, uncurls its insatiable tongue.

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

You till the soil of my need, my lips a blood-red flower bursting open with the first wet flush of your heat.

When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.

Every time, you peel back my skin, pry open my ribs, and feast on my insides. Every time, you make a meal of my heart, and every time, I let you.

You’re not one for poetry or sentimentality, so I’ll just say that I’ve dreamt of being the motor oil trapped in the grooves of your weathered hands.

I ache for your hum between my legs, the purring of motorcycles on winding highways: wind in my hair, and romance in losing myself to the sweet, revving vibration of the engine again and again.

You smile and it’s like sunrise. Something inside me Wakes up, stretching.

I float away in cool sheets against my burning skin, and you are the sea guiding me beyond the realm of earthly things.

My lipstick spills over your mouth and trickles down to your chin, your neck, pooling into your collarbones. We love like crushed grapes in wine country.

You’re kissing a wildfire up my thigh and I am tracing the landscape of your jawbone like a sculptor. My hands were made for this.

The rush you give me: The way a blade of grass must feel when splashed with a cloud’s cry after days of screaming for rain.

We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding.

You creep into my head like a river rushing for the sea & a cosmic digit of fingertips flash over me.

You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.

The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.

I melt into the gentleness of your fingertips. Your tongue presses me open like the summer fresh flesh of a perfectly ripe fig, all juice, seeds and pulp.

The small of your back is refuge, is veldt, is summer heat. And I am predatory snarl.

I can’t brush out the taste of you; coffee breath, cigarette smoke, and all. Mouth to mouth; Our shared vices linger on each other. Your salt still lives in my tongue.

I’ll take you quiet as the bones in your closet, love as softly as a whisper. Holding your tongue like a secret.

You smiled and lit up like the dusk. I sank to your lips like the sun against the horizon. We made the day stand still.

I want to kiss you until you melt into me, ice turning to water. I want to drink you deep, and warm you from the inside.

[soulrph]

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚃. 𝟸

i said i'd do this and now i'm mildly stressed BUT HERE WE GO FOLKS!! sender is the one sending the meme, etc, etc, and as always, ONLY use these memes if you're of an appropriate age. okay have fun ily all!!

" stay. "

" don't go... "

" are you sure you want to do this? "

" come closer. "

" i want you. "

" i wanna make tonight all about you... "

" take your clothes off... slowly. "

" god, you're beautiful... "

" we don't have to do anything tonight. would you rather cuddle, instead? "

" maybe you could... show me what you like? "

" lock the door... i don't want anyone disturbing us tonight... "

" i won't break, you know. you don't need to be gentle. "

" no, no... don't stay quiet. i like the sounds you make. "

" i... i want you. i want to feel you... "

" hey, hey... take it easy. we have all night. "

" here's my key. room 206. oh, and please... don't be long. "

" you drive me absolutely crazy, in the best, most wildly frustrating way... "

" you have no idea what you do to me, do you? "

" what would you do? if you and me were all alone, nobody to interrupt, nobody to see... or hear... the things we'd do together? "

" you're definitely over-dressed for what i had in mind tonight... "

" oh, i'm definitely gonna make you beg for it... "

" meet me in the restroom in ten, got it? "

" i love you... "

" you have no idea how badly i've wanted this... "

" i want you biting down on my shoulder so that all those people can't hear you screaming my name. "

" a bed? who needs a bed? i can think of thousands of different places before we'd ever need a bed... "

" i don't care if they hear us... "

a few lil actions for ya:

[ TUG ] : sender tugs receiver closer to them by the waist.

[ NECK ] : during a make-out session, sender begins to move their kisses down to the receiver's neck.

[ LOWER ] : sender takes receiver's hand and slowly guides it down below their waist.

[ GLANCE ] : sender can't resist glancing down at the receiver's lips as they're talking.

[ LINE ] : sender presses a long line of kisses from the receiver's lips, down to their waist.

[ INTERLOCK ] : sender interlocks their fingers with the receiver during sex.

[ LOUD ] : sender whispers, gasps, moans, or cries out the receiver's name during sex.

[ MUFFLE ] : sender muffles their voices by pressing their mouth into the receiver's shoulder or their pillow.

[ QUIET ] : sender covers receiver's mouth during sex so as to avoid other people hearing them moaning.

[ BOUND ] : sender uses lengths of ribbon or scarves or ties to tie the receiver down during sex.

[ RELENTLESS ] : sender practices edging on the receiver.

[ BATHROOM ] : sender and receiver engage in sex in the shower.

[ LEAD ] : sender takes receiver by the hand, and leads them on to the bed.

[ OUTSIDE ] : sender and receiver have sex outside.

[ FINALLY ] : both sender and receiver, having been teasing and flirting for a considerable length of time, finally give in and have sex for the first time.

[ CAR ] : sender and receiver have sex in the backseat of a car.