the sex imp and skizz are gonna have after that drumming sesh is going to go INSANE
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the sex imp and skizz are gonna have after that drumming sesh is going to go INSANE
it’s funny how i left for my tumblr cleanse calmly and proud that my team achieved something this year, celebrating mother’s day with my family with a bright smile and laughs, until last night, where i fell into a deep twitter/media hole about stupid and pathetic core 4 bullshit trades and talks all while trying my hardest to ignore that to then coming back to this (end of season media availability) and realizing i’m so emotionally fragile about all of this right now and i am in fact NOT CALM AND NOT ALRIGHT.
As this external human world is almost completely and totally estranged from the inner, any personal direct awareness of the inner world already has grave risks.
Sanity today appears to rest very largely on a capacity to adapt to the external world—the interpersonal world, and the realm of human collectivities.
But since society, without knowing it, is starving for the inner, the demands on people to evoke it in a "safe" way, in a way that need not be taken seriously, etc., is tremendous—while the ambivalence is equally intense. Small wonder that the list of artists, in say the last 150 years, who have become shipwrecked on these reefs is so long...” R D Laing
Unseelie Court: Greed by Jasmine Beckett Griffith
Felt inspired by Hot Ones to finally try Da' Bomb Beyond Insanity, and this is an entirely accurate depiction of how it made me feel. It's only appropriate that this lined up with the Inktober prompt for "ash" because I'm fairly certain that's what my intestines are now made of.
God skizz and impulse smelling a thick after that drum sesh and just huffing each other like Dogs while they dizzily dry hump each other in the public restroom and locking the door, lapping at the sweat under the others pecs and holding back from marking up their neck cause they still have 3 hours left of public time- but the moment that stream ended...God it must have been Nasty.
[kicks legs] yeah.....
Frothing at the mouth letting this one bubble in the think tank.
Impulse quietly panting in the shower, hand supporting himself by the shower head as he's lent over, hand semi cupped so every rough wet Jurk makes a sloppy plopping sound and he Dreams of skizz there. Why not his wife? Cause she's been a model of a women since highschool, drop dead Gorgeous with a body Any man would kill to throw around. And he Has Sure but 30 years of that and ya just need More.
Ok well then why not the fatter women from porn? His private history has currently Gained a few pounds. And a few new main accounts.
But no, he doesn't know them and they're always too Smooth. No hand holds or just not shaped right. It'd be like fucking a pile of pillows when what he really needs is Meat.
Meat and must and grunts and wet spitting moans as skizz tried not to water board while impulse pounds his firm pound cake ass- no flabs, just Handle bars of his hips and the hairy chest under one clawed hand as he rears him back so he can hear that Explosive, dick throbbing CLAP of air getting popped between their fat hips, smacking together and echoing in the shower with a Plap Plap PLAP-
Impulse sucks in a breath as his weakly pumping cock dribbles down the drain. He watches it, dries up, and lays back down next to his wife.
Thank you I'll be here all week!
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