DVsFox

DVsFox

"

You women….

The small-breasted ones want larger breasts. The large-breasted ones want smaller ones. The straight-haired ones curl their hair, and the curly-haired ones straighten theirs…

Quit fretting. We men love you.

"

DarkSteven

supper

he was tired. fourteen hour days at work were starting to make a dent on him. he looked at his watch. almost 10:30pm. he wanted to go home, get some dinner and sleep. he also wanted to see her, so he stopped by her apartment. she wasn’t expecting him and a big smile illuminated her face. she rushed to kneel at his feet. he leaned forward, held her chin and kissed her lips. then he unzipped his pants and started fucking her mouth. he was rough, holding her head with both hands as he masturbated into her. she let him do, she was his and his pleasure was hers. he wanted release and her body was at his disposal. he finally lunged forward and she took everything that flowed out of him. she licked him clean, lovingly, knowing that she was not only taking his sperm, but also freeing him from some of his stress, his troubles, his pain. she smiled when he kissed her forehead and wished her sweet drreams. she didn’t see his tears as he closed her door behind him.
Master

chagrin: kingpez

chagrin: kingpez

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nevermind that, tell me what you're wearing

I’m a sucker for women’s voices.

This happens to me all the time. I spend a lot of time on the phone as part of my job, dealing with software vendors, support people, sales. Sometimes I think, particularly in sales, they hire based on voices….

ryansporn: kink:  Sex and Submission

ryansporn: kink: Sex and Submission

Fantasy Worlds

…the day was harsh, a roller-coaster ride of ups and downs. The early hours swung wildly between comfortable laxness and debilitating pain. By the end of the day, we had found a more even keel.

Unfortunately, I began feeling ill a while earlier. It was a mild but unpleasant upset stomach that hit me first, followed by a familiar stab of pain in my feet as I walked. Later, back at home, exhaustion hit me full force and I was soon collapsed on our bed.

“What’s wrong?” Eileen asked me from her computer chair.

“I feel bad…,” I groaned.

“Bad how?” she asked.

“Physically,” I said.

She put her computer back on her desk and pushed herself out from under it in order to come give me a hug. With the painful tension in my body spreading, her hug hurt and I covered my head with the blankets and crawled to the wall. It was clear that I was feeling quite a bit worse than just “bad.”

She paused a moment and then left the bed. “I’m going to run you a bath. The water will relax you, it’ll do you good.”…

porncull: sexisnottheenemy:  derekisme: knickersoaker

porncull: sexisnottheenemy: derekisme: knickersoaker

seaofsin: forhereyesonly: shepressedplay

seaofsin: forhereyesonly: shepressedplay

porncull: chagrin:

Submitted

porncull: chagrin:

Submitted

"If I had to pick one concept to survive from all of my writing about sexuality, present and future, it’s that we should banish the idea that there are right and wrong ways to experience the pleasure of sex. The concept of failure should not enter the bedroom. If consenting adults have blundered into the bedroom and gotten at least partly naked and made some kind of contact with one another for a minute, the world is a better place, and everyone aside from those people can shut up about what should have happened and how it should have happened and when it should have happened and what should have been going through their heads while it happened."

Adrian Colesberry (via tiredofbeingignored) (via seaofsin)

bohemea:
James Dean

bohemea:

James Dean