Muffy's Insatiable Bordello of Sexual Glitter

Who is Glitter Muff? I iz a girl who watchz lots porn n does lots internets. Lightning struck my brain and these two neural paths fused into this tumblog. Glitter Muff content is little outside of mainstream, and celebrates a healthy, happy, playful sexuality that is most importantly hot hot hot. 18+ only please. The photo above is me. All other content found here is 100% collected by me and created by others. I strongly believe in copyright and attribution. If any content here belongs to you and you are concerned about its usage, please comment on the post, and indicate whether you would like it removed or attributed. If you know me in real life, I hope and expect that you respect my privacy, and appreciate that this is a joyful, normal hobby. Concerned or have questions? Talk to me about it! You can email me about any of the above at [email protected]. Your obedient little Glitter Muff will always oblige in a reasonable and timely manner.

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Come back!!!! I'll even submit my own pictures to make you come back!

I'm back. And I missed you all too, my little tumblrmuffs.

xoxo

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Farmer Hank was a selfish but giving man, for those that play by his rules.

His appetites were endless, and he was callous in his demands, sending his ladies to tend the angry yak, naked and still dripping with his hot seed, before heading back in for a warm lunch.

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Oh, to be a man of great wealth and little shame.

Of course you'd have an unbearably pretty little thing up there on your book ladder (!!), dusting your grand library in bunny ears and her lacy bra and panties set.

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She wriggles out of the beach like a worm, that sylph of the sand. Crawls up to where you lie. She's a daydream - no words, her eyes locked on yours as she moves against you in a slow dance that quickly has you straining in your board shorts.

She wants your seed.

She gets it, her body pulsing smooth and cool in the baking sun. 

Whipping around abruptly she dives back into the sea. 

No one knew, later, that you were how the invasion started.

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Mr. Dillinger was ruthless, both in the bedroom and in the boardroom.

He was at his most ruthless when the boardroom became the bedroom, spreading secretaries and interns across the rich maple desk, enjoying both moments of shock and submission - the first at his advance, his hands fearless and firm, the clear command in his touch, and the second at his thick, monster cock.

The subtle but inevitable conflict in their wide mascara'd eyes made him so hard: they'd already gone too far to stop, but… this?

Things get very real very fast when you're staring at the biggest fucking cock you've ever seen.

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Stumbled across your blog and had to follow. Your captions and commentary are fucking amazing, and leaves me fantasising about an extremely hot, intellectual lady haha. Keep up the awesome blog.Australia says hi.

Hello back there Australia.

I love comments like this so hard. Thank you for reading!

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I have a heart on for you blog. Big time. :)

Wow thanks! If there's something in particular you'd like to see more of, let a Glitter Muff know. Cheers! :)

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Okay society, it's your call.

Sure, you could bemoan the death of modesty, blinded only by the muffin tops that peek out over cheap stretched out g-strings.

Or you could embrace the death of modesty, knowing that a single sophisticated woman sipping espresso with her shirt off in a small European bistro makes up for all the rest of the madness.

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This photo always seemed so epic and awesome and sleazy to me, like he kept her and several others in his intellectual sex cult, solving complex riddles and anagrams in chain mail bikinis, and typing terse letters to the NYT Crossword on thick linen paper, for him to sign and post.

Unrelated: I kick fucking ass at Mastermind. I'm spending the first day of 2011 hungover, playing online Mastermind, smoking weed and pornographing. I am FEELING this year, yo.

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Happy New Years Motherfuckers! And Fatherfuckers, and Daughterfuckers and Sonfuckers too! I think that covers everyone getting well screwed into the next calendar year.

May your 2011 begin with glitter and doe-eyed looks from punk rock girls with creamy smooth boobs.

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The summer they turned fifteen, Megan and Melanie discovered the cutaway under the bushes, the small patch of grass behind the pool house.

It started with dares, stumbling and innocent articulations of desire. "Take off your bikini top", "Make a hickey on my stomach". 

Soon they were kissing, touching, learning that sexuality was far more playground than battlefield.

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You can take your "Davinci's Code" candlewax-and-red-silk eroticism and file it under Amateur Hour.

If you're not into mentally ill drag queen grandpa styles, grinding up on pig costume hotties in robot welding indie rock hell, then you're out of touch with current trends in depravity.

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The belt. Oh god, the fucking belt.

In my experience, it's every man's "no turning back" accessory. As that leather tongue snakes out of the metal hinge I feel my brain turning off, my focus 100% on the physical.

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Time stopped for just a second.

In a laughing, PBR-drunk blur, you looked up at your girlfriend Amy, jumping on the cheap crappy couch with her perfect tits and cool bangs, naked in heels playing your guitar, your cat poised midway through a hilariously awkward leap.

This is it, you thought. That life you'd dreamed about but never defined. At this moment, you're the coolest fucking person on Earth.

Hell yes.

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Would I ever like to be starting my week this way.

The small, European apartment with the iron fire escape. The cute outfit, smelling freshly laundered. The tall, soft-haired boy with the beautiful back, his arms behind my tiny legs, pulling me into him. Relaxing into his breath and tongue. 

Sigh. Want.

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also, why did you change your icon?

Ah, you know.

Let's just say my real life and my tumbled life had a moment of crossover, and I needed to eliminate some traces.

Or, that everybody needs a change. :)

It's just a temporary fix - going to take a new better, longterm profile pic. Let me know if you have any suggestions haha.