
JVL

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Stranger Things
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Product Placement
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@mskittys-playroom
Dau Voire
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Afterward, I watch as you get ready to go. It makes me want to touch the wet paint of you, to leave some mark on you… I don’t want you to leave without some of the after of our before on your skin. I don’t want to release you unmarred to the wild. I want you to be connected by some smudge in your makeup, by some suggestion in your clothes… by some imprint on your skin to my impatient hands.
Peregrine (via eros-addict)
She has a public beauty.
The one she shares with you, on the street and in the shops and when she is at work. Her luminous skin, her radiant smile. All the tapers and the curves and the things she sets gently in motion. Hints beneath fabric that entice, and ignite imagined pleasures. She likes that you look, and she dresses with that in mind.
But she has a different beauty she saves for me. A private beauty. Her breasts and her sex, yes, and the arc where her bottom meets her thigh, but also her scars and her moles and the marks that tell the stories of her life. Pale trails left by pounds lost and gained and lost again. A history of her written in skin.
She thinks they are imperfections. She shies from them, hides them as best she can, and when I pause to consider them, when I kiss them and nibble at them, she seems puzzled.
But they are inseparable from who she was and is, and they are perfect to me.
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Date someone you can have rough sex and deep conversations with whether it be at 2 am or 2 pm.
His fingers slid across her lips, down the slope of her jaw to wrap around her throat, “There is a dark thing in you,” he whispered, “It brings out the monster in me.”
Love Potions Gone Wrong, or Short Stories Yet to be Written pt. 2 (via eros-addict)