My thoughts:

[virgin-springs-deactivated20180]

[serialkiillerx]

sexual chemistry addictive as fuck but that soul connection combined with sexual chemistry will ruin you

[museify]

[cycutmondie-deactivated20250322]

[the-chandrian]

To Crave

I know you baby girl. You don't just want. You don't merely desire. You crave. I know because I've spent the time to build that craving within you. I've watched it grow from a simple spark to an all-consuming fire. And that power that I have, to make you crave, was not taken but was given to me by you. And it is that gift that grants me the authority to control you and to take you places you didn't even know you wanted to go.

My warm breath brushing against your tender cheek. Crave

Tracing gentle lines from cheek, to neck, to shoulder. Crave

A fist full of hair, pulling hard to expose your tender neck. Crave

A gentle nibble on lip, ear, neck and breast. Crave

The sound of my low guttural moans. Crave

The dark intensity of my deep blue eyes. Crave

When I whisper "Good girl" into your ear. Crave

Every time I take you to the edge and back again, you become just a little bit more MINE. And ultimately, to be called "mine" is the destination that you crave most of all.

[wocina]

[wallacedraw-deactivated20190527]

[elle-camino]

“It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty.”

— Jon Krakauer, “Into the Wild.” (via thequotejournals)

[3arthstarchild-deactivated20241]

[blistexenthusiast]

engraved carabiners

[probuccalfat]

i’m printing this out and i’m putting it on the mirror so i can confront myself with it

[pussymargiela]

[coolcapricorn29]

Aeon Flux & Trevor Goodchild.

[grimasthereaper]

🖤Love You To Death🪦

[zagrebinaa]

[lexxnova]

Energy

[evenasmallcough]

Then, just like that, he jumped into her lap and circled, his large white paws finding soft purchase on her thighs. Kya sat frozen, her arms slightly raised, so as not to interfere with his maneuvering. Finally, he settled as though he had nested her every night of his life. He looked at her. Gently, she touched his head, then scratched his neck. A loud purr erupted like a current. She closed her eyes as such easy acceptance. A deep pause in a lifetime of longing.

Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing (pg. 289)

[lilliesand-valleys]