let’s record ourselves having sex and then put it into the Merlin birdsong identification app and see what it says
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let’s record ourselves having sex and then put it into the Merlin birdsong identification app and see what it says
staring at you with unbridled lust in my eyes as you yap about your nerdy interests
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i need to get fucked sooooo fucking bad it’s driving me insane i just need someone to push my head down into the pillow and pound this wet pussy until my eyes roll back and i cant speak anymore. the urge to be fucked and bred literally woke me up lord please
New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream
The fact this isn't a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I've ever seen.
My god just look at this! The lighting, set design, photography... I've just never seen anything like it.
This is from 1966 and you can see over a hundred photos on the NYPL digital collections website. It is absolutely gorgeous. These are just a few of my favourites.
Plus Puck's face here:
quilt by Chinami Terai
not to be a r*mantic but i need sex with the i-love-you eyes. i need to feel them inside me and for them to know i need them to stay there, exactly like that. i wrap around them and cling to them desperately, barely letting them pull out of me enough to thrust into me. my nails in their back. trying to make the noises they like in their ear.
then they slow down for a second. they press a little deeper and their hand finds my neck. they ask if i can be good for them and I nod.
then they slowly pull out of me and i squeeze around them. they’re looking at me and i can see how they’re enjoying my desire and i know they know exactly what i need and they’re taking their time giving it to me.
my eyes open wide. i want to beg. but they just say, “you can take what i give you. i know you can.”
of course i can. they pull my knees open and they’re looking at my pussy. they slap my clit and see how it makes me throb. they do it again, and then a third time. then they get on their knees between my legs and i feel overwhelmed by the softness of their tongue. i let it carry me away, let the wet warm feeling of them cool the stinging of my clit. they pull away just for long enough to tell me to look at them.
i meet their eyes and the tenderness in them makes me want to cry. they push two fingers inside me and i hold their gaze while my pussy clenches and pulses on them.
I want to be naked, lying between his legs, looking up at him, with his cock in my mouth! Is that too much to ask for????
yeah i get wet from kissing so what
imo the hottest thing about breeding kinks is the possessive nature of it. like you want to breed me? you want to lay claim on me in a way that is so carnal and animalistic no one else can have me? please.
i need 50 thousands hours of kissing
daydreaming about hole tbh
if you wanna fuck me you need to come take an edible and go to an aquarium with me so i can see the fishies and have a beautiful experience in the touch tank feeling the sea stars and staring at the sting rays. only after that can i bounce on it.
let it slide let it slide let it slide let it slide
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Marilyn Hacker. Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons. New York, 1986