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sylviaaaaaaaa

To my mutuals: we aren't just Tumblr mutuals anymore. You're all part of my polycule. Get over here and give me a kiss.

sylviaaaaaaaa

And yes, that means that if I follow you I am inviting you to my polycule and if you follow me you're asking to join.

in-a-mellow-tone

Fuck it, post lamb stew slow cooker recipe

in-a-mellow-tone

How high was I last night?

How much lamb stew did I want to make??

1,814¾ lbs of Lamb????

beemovieerotica

>960 cups beef broth >2 bay leaves

the unfathomable power of bay leaf

bedupolker

Completely average guy in completely average neighborhood adopts strange irradiated dog possessed by the soul of a 14 year old girl

percysfoxblog

this-great-world

An anteater playing with its caretaker.

inlandwest

tastylittlepixie

been feeling myself getting vornier and vornier over the past couple days.... sure hope no one takes advantage of it

tastylittlepixie

I want her to catch me. to slam me against a desk or wall with one hand, completely restraining me in a single motion. I want to meet her eyes, a mutual understanding passing between us that this is it. She's caught me and now I belong to her.

I want to feel her fingers slowly wrap around me, locking me in her grasp and sealing my fate. I want her to slowly lift me towards her, taking care to show off her body, giving a glimpse of my final resting place after what is about to occur. She chuckles a little as I stare awestruck. A single thought settles in my brain: I'm going to be part of that soon.

She finally raises me up to her mouth, opening as wide as she can, giving me a perfect view to the back of her throat. Maybe she's dangling me above her mouth, maybe she's raising me into it, it doesn't matter as the result is the same either way. I'm given a couple seconds to take it in, before she closes her mouth, gives me a quick smile, and then opens her mouth again, depositing me inside. Her smile is the last thing I see before my fate is sealed.

I need her to completely explore me with her tongue, tasting every part of my body. She chews slightly on my body, not enough to break my skin, but the pressure is still there. My clothes are probably destroyed at this point, if they weren't removed prior. After a minute or two of this relentless assault, she finally tilts her head back and swallows, once, twice, starting my descent to my final resting place.

I need to be squished from all sides by her throat muscles, pulled deeper and deeper into her with absolutely no hope of return. At this point I can hear her heartbeat, further contributing to the stimulus overload that is my journey downwards. Its rhythmic thumps accompany me the rest of the way down, before I'm finally dropped into her stomach.

From here, anything could happen, and none of it is up to me. I could go on about my wants/needs for my digestive bath, but ultimately it's up to her how peaceful or not my acidic end winds up being. And if I'm being honest, that is a perfect end for me. She could let me experience the whole thing alone, or bury me under piles of more food and drink. She could lay in bed and relax, or stay active, jostling me around as she moves around.

It doesn't matter how long I last, as no matter what the duration of my stay is, the end result is the same. I'll eventually drift off into unconsciousness, succumbing to her stomach acids as her body claims me in my entirety.

And that's that.