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Vital, messy, drippy. The marks of good sex are the amounts of staining that take place. Soul stains; sheet stains…

…All excretions are borne of the fruits of hard labor: we exert to produce sweat, we build to create orgasms and we get in touch with love or intense emotion to release tears. I adore the messy, squirting, oozing, earned feeling of the liquids that are birthed during sex.

I make no secret of my love for come. His come; my come, I love it all. All over me. Dripping down my thighs, pooling in my mouth. I like sucking his cock after he’s come inside my pussy, enticing him to hardness again. I like the tastes of us combined….

…When I’m really, deeply into someone, I want to devour and absorb every ounce of him. If he cries, I want to kiss and taste his tears too…

…I love feeling the pulse of my lover’s cock inside my pussy as he ejaculates. I savor that moment of release and surrender as he lies on top of or below me, soft and emptied…

from Kasia’s Juice piece in the new Release issue of F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs. (via filthygorgeousthings) (via seaofsin) (via littlemouse) (via pornquitefrankly)

…When I’m in control, I feel like I’m choreographing an elaborate underwater ballet with my mouth, my hands, and the dick at hand and mouth. The slurpy noises, the imagined visual, the occasional eye contact, the hushed bated breath, the timely exhale, the fingers sliding the mix of saliva and pre-cum, the cock that pauses, filling my mouth and my throat, my throat fluttering little swallows around its tip…