Just remember, Love & Beauty can be Dark...and as deep as still waters. Where there is light, there are shadows...and vica-versa. All things are in the eye of the beholder...perceptions...
I am fascinated with the spiritual realm and the dilemma of reconciling the Light/Dark within us. Much of my writing expresses my beliefs and or desires in this area. Hope you enjoy what is here. :)
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Photo reblogged from Daddy's Sin with 322 notes
Dont you just love it when you simply can’t take the time to tear her cloths off first? The need is so abundant that all you can do is throw her on the ground, pull her panties to the side just barely enough to slip inside, and then fuck her brains out?
Source: slutsrus
Photo reblogged from tremblingfluidheat with 526 notes
Cinderella found her shoe…but lost her panties!
Source: doctor-payne
Photo reblogged from Adzzzzz with 81 notes
For Spit-take Sunday
She knelt by the wall, waiting. Waiting, for as long as it took until he told her otherwise.
He watched her critically from time to time; noticed the way she squirmed a little under his gaze subconsciously, rubbing her thighs together slightly until he made a disapproving noise and she stopped abruptly.
Once, he moved over to her and pulled her heels off her feet, preferring to look at her without the clunkiness of them; another time her sweater, until she just sat there in her panties and knee-highs.
Eventually, he spoke.
“Cum”
And she did.
The dimples, the panties and the heels. Unf.
Source: drinkyourc
Photo reblogged from SeekstheNight with 31 notes
My God…what a beautiful, perfectly curved derriere!
Photo reblogged from with 222 notes
She always chose the Sofitel. It was her favorite place to meet her one-night fucks. The bar was filled with dark corners and low lights. The elevators had stop buttons with no alarms. The beds were cozy and clean. And, as the morning light spilled over her skin, that last one seemed to be the most important.
That was the advantage in being the girl. Her hotel room rendezvous always ended long before morning, but she got to have her post-orgasmic fantasies under a feather and down duvet. Her dreams were always more crisp and lucid when she was sunk into a pillow-top mattress. To her, there was something undeniably sexy about waking up in cooled cum pooled atop 400 thread-count sheets.
Last night’s entree had been incredible. He was French- her favorite. His accent had tickled her ears and he peppered her with flowery words in his foreign tongue all night. He was smart, sexy, and had impeccable manners. He held her coat and the doors and, when they finally reached the room, she’d attacked him like a wild dog.
She tore at him until nothing remained but his tie and her heels. Their limbs had whipped about like tree branches in a hurricane. Toppling the lamp. Overturning the phone. He’d contorted her body and fucked her from every angle. She’d screamed and moaned and cum until she blacked out.
He’d left at some point. She couldn’t remember when. As she climbed out of bed, her strappy sandals, pearls, and traces of his cologne still the only things clinging to her body, she looked for evidence of him. All that remained was his tie.
She scooped up her souvenir and she shimmied her frilly black panties over her curves. As she was gathering her tiny satin dress, she stopped to admire the damage. Surveying the wreckage in her kingdom of sin.
She was going to have to leave the maid an extra large tip.
-=C&C=-
Source: deviantfemale
Photo reblogged from The Intensity of Seven Boners with 165 notes
She rarely removed her panties…
it was more arousing to just pull
them to the side…and slide right on
his nice hard cock…
Source: eagerlicker
Photo reblogged from Kevin's home of the strange & wonderful with 8 notes
Just before heading into
their favorite Italian restaurant…
she hiked her dress and
pulled down her panties…
just enough to give him a glimpse
of what was for dessert…
Source: ramblings-of-the-mind
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