Jackson Heights Own

not quite 50yo man, 18+ only, minors not welcome. Posting as a release for the pressure that builds between orgasms. Make her panties so wet she wants to take them off and give them to you in gratitude. Make his dick so hard that he has to reach down and grip it through his clothes, in public, to relieve the ache, even if only for a moment.

[thebackgroundworld]

[motherfucker-somewhat-limited]

[snowselkie]

jesus tweets

[therearenogirlsontheinternets]

God forbid a girl has thoughts

[rwandsexualchocolate]

Rando: So what's your version of a perfect woman?

Me: this

[therearenogirlsontheinternets]

God forbid a girl has a career

[rwandsexualchocolate]

Dream job

[dom-bizzle]

[chantycoaching]

One part of discernment

[solarsyrup]

the unimaginable power of saying "huh, guess that's not for me" and moving on with your life

[valorieed]

👉 FIND MY HOT STUFF HERE

[rwandsexualchocolate]

When I was explaining our slow Sunday morning mutual masturbation sessions to Linda, she leaned in and started asking questions, quietly so the tables around us wouldn't hear them.

"So you just watch old videos of you two having sex and masturbate together?" Linda acts intrigued.

I told her that we would often alternate between focusing on ourselves and each other. Some mornings, the orgasms come quickly. Other mornings become an unintentional marathon edging session.

"That sounds wonderful..." she trails off, looking outside the restaurant windows toward her neighborhood.

"Would you like to join us?" I offer.

"You're ok sharing him? You'd be ok with him seeing me or me seeing him?" Linda whispers.

I explain how his kink is giving people what they want. "He will love watching you take down your walls and thoroughly enjoy yourself. For example, I like to watch. Watch him. Watch us. Watch him watching us. I love seeing how his body responds. I love hearing his breathing become forced. That's when i know he's close. Usually, that's right before he has his own orgasm."

Linda whimpers, "God...that sounds wonderful. Can I touch him?"

I tell her that we'll all be lying together, touching in many different ways.

"I love the feeling of the heat in my mouth, tasting the salt on his skin. Does he know I'm coming home with you?" Linda is visibly excited as we walk across the parking lot.

"I just sent the text," I say, looking down at my phone. "He's already responded that the bedroom is ready for our guest."

[deathw1shx-deactivated20251128]

heaven is watching a girls legs shake while she's cumming for you

[thepeacefulgarden]

[peaceoftina]

as someone who would overshare out of excitement i am learning to talk less. talk less and just do

[radical-revolution]

Buddhism teaches us to face and understand pain. It does not ask us to accept harm, abuse, or endless misery as normal or good.

Why Buddhism and Suffering Meet

The First Truth: Life has pain and stress.

The Goal: Find the root cause of this pain.

The Path: Learn how to end the pain.

Why We Do Not Normalize Suffering

Action over Acceptance: Accepting that pain exists is not the same as liking it. We see it clearly so we can fix it.

Ending Harm: Buddha taught ways to stop hurt for ourselves and others.

No Glory in Pain: Suffering is not a badge of honor. It is a problem to solve with kindness and wisdom.

[thehopefulquotes]

“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”

— Iyanla Vanzant

[lovesex915]

[mooredanxieties]

Apparently "walking on eggshells" around abusive parents doesn't just apply to parents who will yell and throw dishes when they're upset. Apparently it also applies to emotionally neglectful parents who will breakdown the moment you tell them how their behavior hurt you, and how you avoid sharing your own pain to spare them the emotional burden of acting like a parent. Who knew haha

[spicycheeser]

"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.

And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?

But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.

Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?

What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."

Pulled this from this guy Preston Rakovsky's Instagram (@prestonrack) because it is a beautiful perspective on love, marriage, and relationships in general.