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‘The Eternal Idol’ Auguste Rodin, 1893.
Sacred waters.
The sun was banished from my life - forbidden. And we all lust after the forbidden, don't we?
An Egyptian Faience Eroticon
Late Period to Ptolemaic Period, ca. 664-30 BC.
Now in the Private Collection.
interests: being treated like a soft delicate flower & princess
made me think of some of you <3
imagine not liking chubby tummies, thick thighs & fat pussy
Biting her neck while I'm inside of her...
Leaving pretty hickies all over her tits...
Scratching down her back with my nails...
Can you tell I love marks??
i need to fuck in a forest. for my health.
Dumb spirk posting
Women who like getting choked during sex are same ones that cry if you sternly talk at them
If you ever find yourself in a horror scenario, remember to blush really hard when the ghost/demon/monster appears. If you do that fast enough you might be able to shift the genre.
This applies doubly if the antagonist is more abstract. If a house starts growing teeth and flesh you've gotta be prepared to get a little freaky
Imagine you’re pinned down under me, my hands holding you down by the wrists. Imagine the feeling of my breath against your neck as I leave my marks on you, claiming you, and whispering in your ear all the dirty things I’m about to do to you.
Imagine the way you squirm under me, unable to move because of the pressure on top of you. Imagine the words that come pouring out of your mouth, begging for something, any sort of relief from the need that’s been growing inside you from the moment I first touched you