purelily soon? mayhaps?
I’ve been thinking about Truthless Recluse and the Moonflower Queen lately
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purelily soon? mayhaps?
I’ve been thinking about Truthless Recluse and the Moonflower Queen lately
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"its not much, but please, eat it."
Not much, and its a almost feast of food. Roasted chicken, heavy stew. Vegetables plated so elegantly one would think he stole the food straight from the gods.
Not much indeed.
hi bb!! i started classes this week didn’t mean to disappear 😭 i hope you’ve been great but ALL FUCKING DAY i’ve been thinking about price.
just cooking him dinner and grabbing him refills whenever his beer is empty,,, sitting next to his chair (at the head of the table of course) in ur own seat inched closer to him. playing footsy as he finishes up, holding one of his hands and telling him all about ur day
and then he scoots back, taking his dishes to the sink and rinsing them before heading to the couch. he watches you pad over to him and pulls you into his lap,,, big hands around your chin while he kisses you uuuuugggggghh
he lays you back on the couch, pulling your clothes aside and just EATS it, beard covered in his saliva and your mess. his tongue is inches deep in you before his hands finally settle, one reaching up to grope at your boobs and one playing with your cunt right besides his mouth.
-🧸 i’m fucking crazy about him
no worries!! i hope classes are going well for you!!!
and ahhhhhhhhhh 🫠 okay. yeah. i read this and immediately my head when blank. absolutely fuzzyyyyy. goddd domesticity with Price would an unreal experience. he'd angle his chair to watch you while you mess around his space, glancing every-so-often to the game he put on. barely paying much attention to it as the dream in his head starts to bleed into reality. you feeding him. bringing him whiskey, his cigars. bending down to give him a kiss when you can.
his big, burly arms locked around you. muttering in your ear about what's going on in the game. short, curt. to the point. but there's a growl in his voice, a rasp that makes you pant. he knows. of course he does. feeds into it.
lays his whole body over yours in a bear hug, one arm under your hips, pulling you back into his groin, the other lodged between your throat and the mattress, keeping your neck tucked tight in the bend of his elbow as he fucks you. keeps purring in your ear about how good you look in his house. takin' care of him. and now, he gets to take care of you.
Historically and in evo psych, emotional eating is something humans should be proud of.
When you stop seeking the fleeting fetishes of society.
You may find an eternal fruit that feeds you mind, body, and soul.
And oh how quickly the light inside you grows, strong, vibrant, and beautiful.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, unless you’re being fed by a person made of burritos.
Evan Brown's Timeless Tidbits