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alright. it's time for my weekly inbox call. give this a like and i'll raid your prompts (or send you something personal). please for the love of all my sanity though specify who you want I'm not spinnin' no wheels today.
The sheer amount of "pro-kink" threads in G&OT where the OP/posters say "all kinks are morally neutral and okay to have!...except these few that I don't like :/" gives me a migraine. NO. If all kinks are okay to have, that means ALL KINKS. Not just the ones you find hot or socially acceptable!
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Being afraid of deep water when you DON’T SWIM VERY WELL and have NEARLY DROWNED is NOT IRRATIONAL.
𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! @waredsin
❛ oh ? and here i thought you liked that kind of attention . . . ❜ her laughter’s not permitted to see the light of day, instead limited to the pull of her private smile, hidden behind the rim of the champagne glass she lifts to her lips --- nevermind that she’d sent the aforementioned admirer on his way, laid the necessary allusion required to make him believe his advances would be appreciated. ❛ then again, perhaps you’re not quite so modern as i sometimes think --- is it only girls, for you ? i’ll remember that, for the future. in the meantime . . . ❜ she leaves the emptied glass on a tabletop as they breeze by, her clutch then opened and tilted toward him to showcase priceless contraband nestled comfortably between an array of shades of lipstick, along with a few bits of jewelry she’d lifted for sport. it closes again with a soft click, her hand tucked innocently into the bend of his elbow, bringing him closer to her as they walk. ❛ don’t be too hard on me, i got what you wanted, didn’t i ? i just felt it was my turn. idle hands are the devil’s workshop, you know. i learned that in church. ❜ here she steers him to the side, toward a private spot half - hidden around a corner, its entrance mostly shielded by large stone planters & their overly - leafy contents. she presses in close, his back to the wall, lips nearly touching as she lets a hand drift over his suit pocket, smoothly tucking something into it as her head tilts to the side. ❛ as it happens, there’s a lesser known other half to that idiom . . . do you know it ? ❜ space is further diminished, the tip of her nose tracing along the side of his face as she shifts to speak at his ear. ❛ ‘idle lips are his mouthpiece. . .’ don’t take a long time. pretty please. ❜ she withdraws completely without another word, turned on her heel and set to escape down the hallway, cool & collected as she disappears seamlessly back into the fold, headed for the exit.
I don’t understand how some people can draw a person and NOT start with the head.
Top five toes
We’re not doing this.
girl how are you making spaghetti aglio e olio with no garlic in it